Chapter 58: Burning - Monet

My ass feels like it's on fire from where Cole smacked it. I also feel slightly lightheaded from the jungle juice I drank.

Maybe it was stupid of me for dancing with Damon like that.

Definitely stupid.

I don't want the guy to think we could be something, then I go and do that.

And I did it because of the one sitting in front of me like he didn't just slap my ass very hard.

Amy gets in next to me, her hair all over the place and a blush on her cheeks. She told me she was getting drinks with Luke, only to never return.

"Where were you?" I ask her.

She smiles conspiratorially. "Luke was showing me the closets in the house."

I refyarin from asking just how he showed her.

My eyes meet Cole's for a moment in the rearview mirror when he deliberately drive past the turn to my dorm and on his way to theirs.

That was intentional, because unlike other nights at the frat house, none of us are really drunk.

He's telling me without words exactly what is going to happen.

I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. We're an accident waiting to happen, and I'm not doing anything to stop it.

Luke and Amy are out of the truck almost as soon as Cole parks, and I reach for my handle to get out, but Cole is already there to open the door. I scoot to the edge of the seat to get out, but he doesn't give way to let me, his hand stopping me on my bare thigh.

Anyone can walk or drive by at any second, but he doesn't seem to care, leaning inside and brushing his lips softly with mine. I should be the one with the common sense, but I kiss him back, my hand going to the back of his head to keep him against me. The hand on my thigh goes under my dress and his fingers skirt the edge of my lace panties.

I'm ready for him to slide the fabric away, but instead, he moans deep in his chest and steps away from me, his eyes molten blue liquid.

Desire runs up the back of my legs when he helps me out of the truck. I feel like a ticking time bomb, ready to detonate at any second.

It's like my sexual being was awakened last weekend in that damn tent, and all I want is to cum.

Cole's steps are determined as he leads me to his room, his hand urgent on the small of my back, waving to teammates who are either not out partying or who is also returning early.

He pushes me straight into his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

There's no preamble as he turns back to me, my heart thundering as he immediately reaches for the hem of my tight dress and peels it over my head, leaving me only in the lacy lingerie set.

He cups my breasts into his large hands, and I can't help but to lean into him.

"Say you'll never dance like that with another man again." He says through clenched teeth, similar to his words from earlier in the truck. "Your ass belong to me."

"I'm not yours, Cole." My hands go underneath his T-shirt, his hard muscles jumping at my touch. "I can't be."

"You're mine." He almost growls out the words, his hands moving to my ass and gripping my ass tight.

I want to be his so bad. I want to chase his demons away forever, hold him when the world gets too tough.

But how do I have that and my mother's love? How can I even choose between the two of them?

All I know for sure is that I have him right now. Our little secret for as long as he wants, or until we get burned.

He bends his head down and trails his lips over my shoulder like a prayer, his hands moving to my back to unclip my bra. I drag Cole's T-shirt over his head, and he steps back to take it off, while I let my bra fall to the floor.

"You're hurt." There's a bruise forming on his left pectoral. It was a brutal game, and he got hit many times, maybe we shouldn't be doing this. "You should rest."

Yet I go up to him and kiss the bruise softly, hating the fact that his body goes through so much even though I know it's part of the game.

His body is like a magnet, though. The kiss that I meant to be innocent, turns up the inferno in me, and I kiss down his sculpted abs, my hands frantically undoing his belt and pushing his jeans and underwear down until his cock is freed.

"Fuck!" He swears as I lick up the shaft of silky skin and prominent veins.

I don't know what I'm doing, but my mouth water as I hungrily take his bulbous head into my mouth, sucking on it. Cole groans and buries both his hands in my hair as I try to take him in as far as I possibly can, choking on him. He's too big for my mouth, so I do what I saw him doing in the tent, I take the part of him that can't fit into my hand and jerk him off, salty precum gathering on my tongue.

His hands in my hair tighten, and he pulls me off with a low groan, his eyes blazing down at me.

"Did I give you permission to suck me?" His voice is dangerous, making me clench my thighs even harder. "You have to ask, do you understand?"

I'm a puppet on a string for this boy, because I nod my head obediently.

"Good girl." He brushes his fingers over my lips. "Now suck me until I cum down your throat."