Chapter 46: What are we doing - Monet

I lie as still as a statue, Cole's arm feeling like a branding iron around my middle.

How did I end up here again? When I promised myself I wasn't going to sleep with him again, I was going to set the boundaries.

He's everywhere around me, if I just shift a little bit, my ass would be in his crotch, and I would feel the skin of his bare chest.

I'm seeing someone, or at least dating someone now. I told myself I would see people who actually makes sense, so that I can forget that I get wet for my adopted brother who my mother adores.

It would break her heart if she found out what I'm harboring inside of me.

My eyes fly open when Cole shifts, and glues his front to my back, his arm clamping me tighter to him, and I can explicitly feel his very hard cock against my ass.

Why does he even have an erection? I should get up right now, go over to the other tent I was supposed to sleep in and escape what could become the biggest mistake of our lives.

But I don't that, my heart beating faster when his hand on my stomach moves lower and slips underneath my hoodie, stroking the bare skin.

What is happening right now? Cole had two beers. Two! He is definitely not drunk, not even tipsy!

I should open my mouth and say something, I have to stop this!

But I don't, because I feel the stroke of his fingers all the way to my toes, and I shouldn't do it, but I push my ass even deeper into his crotch and I hear him hissing behind me.

We're driving in a very fast car right now, and we're bound to make an accident.

Cole's breathing picks up behind me, blowing in my hair, and the stroking of his hand goes higher up, pulling the hoodie with him.

I'm not wearing anything underneath except for my bikini top, and even that is merely made up out of strings. One pull, and it will be no more.

My mouth falls open in both shock and lust when Cole grinds his hard cock into my ass, the hand that is just underneath my breast clutching me tighter.

He does it again, this time a groan vibrates from his chest, a deep rumble that portrays the depth of his lust.

Is it not just me?

Have I been chastising myself for wanting him when the feeling has been mutual?

Are we both betraying my mother's love?

"Cole." His name comes out as more of a plea.

Because I want to be touched. I've wanted it since I saw him standing naked in his dorm living room with his huge erection looking like he was carved from stone itself. Me saying his name seems to unleash something within him, because he crosses the invisible line when his seeking hand finally moves the last few inches and folds over my breast. I can't help but moan as his thumb strokes over my hard nipple.

It's official. We are both going to hell, because I don't want him to stop.

Molten lava gathers at my core at the first time a boy touches me in this way.

And not just any boy.

Cole.

My protector, my best friend, my brother.

"Monet." My name sounds like a prayer from his lips full of want and desire.

Why am I not stopping him? Why am I letting him pull even harder on my nipple and arching my back so I can feel more of his cock against me?

Maybe this is why people go crazy for sex, because if this is only foreplay, I might become hungry for more. Insatiable.

Cole quickly gets up, the mattress bouncing and taking the heat of his body away from me.

I thought he came to his senses and was about to leave the tent, instead he comes over me, forcing me on my back.

His hands grab the hem of my hoodie and he peels it urgently over my head.

There's no light in the tent, but I can see his outline, and his eyes that are smoldering down at me.

I suddenly remember something my mom always said. What happens in the dark, will always come into the light.

And I know this is going to bite us majorly in the ass, whatever we are doing right now will change the course of our relationship forever.

I don't know what I want, but I know I don't want what is happening now to end soon.

My heart is beating a mile a minute as Cole settles on top of me, his weight heavy but feeling good.

I naturally open my legs, and he groans when his clothed cock comes in contact with my pussy.

This is happening.

And I want it to.