Page 118

Cole:

You’re fucking late again, you worthless fuckhole. Your punishment is to send me a dick pic from wherever you are right now. Whip it out in front of everyone if you have to, I don’t care. But if I don’t get it within the next ten seconds you’re not going to like the consequences.

Fuck. Looking around me, there are people everywhere. I notice a tree line at the back of the property and jog over to it. Quickly, I duck behind a large tree where no one can see me and get my dick out. I hear voices approaching, and I begin to panic. I can’t send him another bad photo.

Though, again, I’m more in the mood for a punishment now than I care to admit.

Snapping the picture, I quickly review it before firing it off. This time, it looks good, and it shows the trunk of the tree and the grass in the background, so he knows I took it in the moment and didn’t run off to the bathroom. I manage to tuck myself back into my pants just before the couple I heard enters the wooded area, lip-locked. I don’t know if they would have noticed me taking a dick pic or noticed me at all. They seem pretty preoccupied.

Cole:

Much better this time.

Relief washes over me knowing he’s happier with the most recent photo. I make my way back through the yard and go into the house to refill my water. By this point, everyone is tipsy enough that no one really catches on to me filling my cup from the sink. Taking a sip, I look down into it as I swirl the liquid around, once again wishing it was beer.

A noise pulls my attention back to the party, and when I look up, I see him. Through the entrance to the next room is Cole with his hands all over a random girl as their tongues swirl together between them. She’s got his shirt crumpled in her fist, pulling him in close to her. My entire body tenses at the sight of them, but this is very different from my earlier reaction to Avery. This time the pain isn’t in my heart. It’s lower.

And sharper…

It’s a need pierced with sharp teeth, painfully cutting into my cock.

I forget where I am in that moment, the situation I’m in. All his rules go out the window, and I let my gaze wander over him unchecked. I don’t want to look—I shouldn’t be looking. But my eyes are no longer under my command.

Suddenly, our gazes lock. His tongue still belongs to her, but his fierce stare?

It burns into me.

Heat rises from my chest, and it wouldn’t surprise me to see steam seeping out from between the threads of my shirt. I wonder how I look to him.

Hurt? Rejected? Jealous?

I am jealous. But in a different way than I was with Avery earlier. With her, the jealousy tore through me like acid.

Now? It fills me with a lust I don’t recognize because nothing and no one has ever made me feel as uncontrolled as I do right now.

Do I want my hands to be her hands? Yes.

Do I want my tongue to be her tongue? Absolutely.

But do I also want Cole to put me on my knees and tell me how much better at pleasing him she is? How much harder she makes his cock?

Do I want him to fuck her in front of me and let me lick the creampie from her pussy?

Fuck me. I do.

With a dangerous smile, he finally pulls his gaze from mine, and I snap back to reality.

My eyes fall to my cup, trying like hell to convince him, and anyone else who may be watching, that I’m not standing here with a raging hard on and lusting after my roommate. Fleeing as slowly and controlled as I possibly can, I go out front to a surprisingly and blissfully empty porch. Taking a seat on the front stoop, I chug the rest of my water.

Staring off down the street and trying to convince myself I’m not the world’s biggest sucker, I lose all track of time. I’m not sure how much of it passes before another text comes in.

Cole:

You like breaking my rules…

Me:

You like breaking me.