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  Abby sat up, straddling his lap, and placed her hands on his cheeks. "Nothing you've told me changes how I feel about you. To me, you're still the same man you were yesterday. I've never felt attraction for anyone before, and I'm not sure what it means that I feel it for you, but it has to mean something. Something big. And that's not something I'm willing to walk away from. So you're stuck with me Coleman Garrison until the day you don't want to be stuck with me anymore."

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  Cole took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, the weight on his chest lifting at her words. That's why it had been so important for her to know him, the real him. He wanted, no needed, her to accept him flaws and all. He hadn't lied, he would've let her walk away, but it would have been the single most painful thing he'd ever done, and with the life he'd led that said a lot. But for her, he would do anything, give her the world if he could.

  He watched his fingers as they trailed down her cheek, over her lips, down the smooth skin of her neck, becoming lost in her beauty. He brushed his fingers down her chest, stopping at the edge of her top, lightly skimming over the slight swells produced by the tight material. He wanted to see her perfect tits again, feel them, taste them, nip and bite at them before deeply sucking her nipples into his mouth to savor their taste.

  His cock swelled as he tortured himself with his thoughts. Thoughts he could easily act upon as Abby sat before him seemingly more than willing. He'd never been hesitant before, never once second-guessed his actions. He realized he wanted their first time to be special, wanted it to be more than just a fuck. He'd never made love to a woman before and discovered he wanted to do that very much with Abby. Unfortunately, he hadn't the first clue how to go about that. He liked to fuck hard and didn't know if tenderness was in his wheelhouse.

  He'd never had a virgin, not even when he'd been one, but he knew there would be pain involved. The very thought of causing Abby pain fucked with his head, turning his usually aggressive instincts into hesitant actions. Oh, he had no doubt he could make her come, make her feel good, but he wanted her first time to be remembered as something special.

  He looked up. His eyes locked with Abby's, hers full of trust. A trust he probably didn't deserve but still held the power to make him feel ten-feet tall. And her faith in him restored all his ingrained confidence.

  With what was sure an evil grin, he grasped the bottom of her top, whipping it over her head, its momentum causing her hair to fly about, leaving her in an adorably disheveled state. Her hands flew to cover her newly exposed chest while an enticingly sexy blush heated her cheeks.

  Sitting up from his slouch, he captured her wrists, leaning into her until her back was flush against the bed, her hands held at either side of her head, and her legs hugging his waist. "Oh, I don't think so, Little Mouse. I've been fantasizing about putting my mouth on your pretty, little tits for days. You're not allowed to cover them up." And with his words still lingering in the air, he made good on his fantasy.

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  Abby's back bowed off the bed as Cole's mouth latched on to her nipple, deeply sucking it into his mouth. Unprepared for it to feel so good, a low moan escaped before she could stop it. She even muttered a whispered, "Oh, God."

  Cole raised his head a smirk on his lips. "Not God, Darlin', Cole."

  Cocky bastard. But when his mouth descended again—this time his teeth coming into play—with the tingles now coursing through her body, she guessed he deserved to be cocky. His mouth felt amazing.

  He lifted her arms over her head to capture her wrists in one hand, so his other was free to roam. Goose bumps erupted as his tongue continued to bathe her nipple and breast while his fingers played over the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm, across her shoulder, and down to her neglected breast, squeezing its fullness before his fingertips found and plucked at her nipple. The dual stimuli hit her strong, and she embarrassingly thrust her pelvis against the hard plane of Cole's stomach, seeking some much needed relief.

  Her silent plea must have registered, for he abandoned her breast, his hand finding and cupping her sex, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. And that still wasn't enough. "More, please." She honestly didn't care that she was begging. She was pretty much beyond caring about anything.

  With a growl and one last nip at her nipple, Cole sat up. He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and with a savage yank, swept them and her panties down the length of her legs, tossing them to the floor. Abby's eyes strayed to the sheet that had become dislodged from Cole's lap, sadly discovering he had not been bare underneath, after all, but wore a dark pair of boxer briefs, that while molded to him like a second skin, still didn't supply her a view of his straining erection.

  "Looking for this, Little Mouse?" He asked as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his briefs slowly lowering the fabric. Her eyes flew back to his, embarrassment heating her cheeks. His evil smirk was back, this time, accompanied by a devilish glint in his eye, telling her he could read her dirty thoughts.

  Movement of his hand caught her attention and like a car accident, she looked down and couldn't look away. She stared mesmerized as his hand moved slowly up and down his long, hard shaft, his biceps flexing with each upward motion. A tiny drop of milky fluid appeared at the tip and without conscious thought, she reached out to touch it.

  With catlike reflexes, Cole grabbed her wrist, forestalling her actions. Pulling her arm around and holding her hand down on the bed by her hip, he leaned in, his lips grazing hers as he spoke. "Having you this close to me naked, the scent of your pussy surrounding me, and with that look of hunger in your eyes nearly has me coming. If you touch my cock, this will be over before we even start."

  His lips fully captured hers then, her back arching from the pleasure. Her breasts collided with his chest, grazing the sensitive tips of her nipples, eliciting another embarrassing moan to spring from her lips. Her free arm came up, her hand clutching the hair at his nape as her fingers entangled themselves in the silken strands. His tongue penetrated her lips, and she felt totally consumed.

  He grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her head back as his lips trailed down her neck, delivering hot, open-mouth kisses along her sensitive flesh. Her breaths came out in pants as she pressed her body closer, holding him tightly while all of her nerves came to life, feeling if she loosened her hold, even just a little, she would drift away on a sea of sensations.

  "You have no idea what you do to me. I have no control when it comes to you," he growled against her neck and Abby couldn't agree more. His lips should be declared a deadly weapon.

  His lips continued a path between her breasts and down over her stomach. But before he could descend any lower, her hand clutched at his hair, stopping his progress. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that." Embarrassment laced her words. She had a pretty good idea what he intended, she may be a virgin still, but she wasn't completely ignorant, she'd read more than just scholarly books in college.

  "Do you trust me?"

  "Yes."

  "I promise, you'll love it."

  "Okay," she said, softly, removing her fingers from his hair.

  It was all the encouragement he needed. Abby laid her head back and closed her eyes embarrassment coursing through her, knowing he was so up-close and personal with the most intimate part of her. She felt his fingers sliding through her folds before making contact with her clit that like an "on" switch had her hips surging off the bed.

  Cole took advantage, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer so his tongue could come into play. If she thought his lips were heaven, that was nothing compared to what she felt with the first long, slow lick of his tongue. Abby forgot to be embarrassed. Shamefully so.

  His mouth found her clit and she literally saw stars. Yes, white flashes of
light zinged around in her head while Cole's lips, tongue, and teeth sucked, licked, and scraped along the tiny nub of flesh until her whole body stiffened, the sensations almost becoming too much to bear before she shattered, shouting her release.

  She was still panting when Cole's face came back into her field of vision, looming above her. His fingers scraped away a lock of her hair that had fallen across her cheek as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

  "That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen." His eyes were dark and intense as he watched her as if wanting to commit her every reaction to memory. His fingers slipped back through her folds and even after just coming, she still couldn't prevent the low moan from escaping her throat.

  "I love how responsive you are, the sexy-as-fuck noises you make."

  The sensations were building again with the slow up and down glide of his fingers, and her hips started lightly rocking in tandem.

  "Fuck you're tight," he said, dipping his fingers inside her. "So fucking wet." He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "Love how you're fucking dripping for me. Want to stick my cock into your tight, wet pussy."

  Abby was beyond thought at this point. She shamelessly pushed herself onto his fingers, grinding her clit against the heel of his palm. Her hands landed on his shoulders, her fingers digging in, needing something to hold on to.

  "That's it, Little Mouse, come for me," he continued to whisper in his sexy drawl. "Fuck yourself on my fingers."

  God, that mouth of his. His dirty talk would be her undoing. She felt herself building again, stronger this time. "Cole?" She panted, hips bucking, meeting his eyes. She wasn't sure what she was asking but it didn't matter, he answered her anyway.

  "I've got you, baby, just let go. I've got you."

  And he did. He held her while she slipped over the edge.

  Her eyes slowly closed as a wave of tiredness enveloped her. She tried to pull them open, but her lids were so heavy. A husky whisper drifted to her, "Sleep, baby, I've got you."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Abby slowly opened her eyes, a sense of déjà vu overcoming her as she took in her view. Same wall, housing the same window that sported the same set of blinds she'd awoken to... was it really only three mornings ago? It felt like a lifetime. With the same strong arm cradling her close against a hard warm chest, her thoughts drifted to their conversation of the night before. To all Cole had revealed. But instead of making her run as Cole had feared she would, his revelations had only made her feelings for him strengthen. Creating the desire to take him in her arms and tightly hold on, with the hope her love could ease away his pain.

  With that thought, her brain came to a screeching halt. Did she love him? Was that even possible after such a short time? She tried to analyze her feelings but soon realized love wasn't something you could prove, it was an emotion to be felt. An awareness deep in her heart to be true. And the only substantial evidence that could attest to the feeling was knowing if Cole were no longer in her life, her heart would break in two, and he would create a void that could never be filled. Was that love? If it wasn't, she didn't know what was.

  The arm around her waist tightened just before she heard Cole's sleep-sexy voice gruffly whisper in her ear, "I can hear you thinking, and I'm hoping they're good thoughts because I really want to fuck you right now."

  His thumb traced a pattern along her ribcage, down over her stomach, and around her belly button. It felt really good, and goose bumps exploded across the surface of her arms. His words made her sex clench and throb, remembering the two orgasms he'd given her the night before but that didn't stop her teasing reply, "Gee, that's so romantic."

  "Already told you I wasn't a romantic guy." He flipped her to her back, hovering over her, his arms braced on either side of her head. He gave her a mischievous grin. "But I will make you come."

  She gave him a little smirk back. "Now, how can a girl refuse an offer like that?"

  He shook his head. "I don't think she should."

  Abby laughed. "It seems to this girl, that her man hasn't had his full share of orgasms. In fact, she doesn't recall him having any."

  "Something her man is planning on rectifying this very morning."

  With a little frown, she said, "Did I fall–" The ringing of his phone interrupted her words.

  With a groan, he buried his face in her neck before rolling away from her to answer it. The conversation was short with his ending remark, "I'll be there as soon as I can. Got to tend to the horses first." He tossed the phone on the bed then lay back with a sigh, throwing an arm over his eyes.

  Abby rolled toward him, clutching the sheet to her breast. "Everything okay?"

  He removed his arm rolling to face her. "That was Sissy. Becky's in tears not wanting to leave the house. She's been trying to reason with her, tell her everything's going to be alright, but Becky's not listening. Says she only wants to talk to me. I guess she threw a tantrum. Sissy sounded like she was at the end of her rope."

  Abby placed her hand on Cole's arm. "You better go to them."

  "Come with me."

  "What?"

  "I want you to come with me. They're the closest thing I have to a family, and I want them to meet you."

  "I don't know, Cole. Now doesn't sound like the best time. They're going through family problems and bringing a stranger into the mix might not be a good idea."

  "I didn't take you with me yesterday because you didn't know who Sissy and Becky were, and I didn't have the time to explain things. I hated being away from you, and I refuse to be away from you again today so get your perfect ass out of bed and get dressed. I want to get the fuck out of here and get back so I can spend the rest of the day in bed fucking you."

  And Mr. Bossy was back. And obviously, the discussion was at an end because Cole rolled out of bed—his perfect ass on display in his tight boxer briefs—and disappeared into the bathroom forcibly closing the door in his wake.

  "Who's that?" The beautiful preteen, the spitting image of her beautiful mother, had come running out of her room, long blond hair flying behind her and stopped in front of Cole, one hand on her hip, the other pointed at Abby, as she asked the question. They had arrived not two minutes earlier, and Abby was still trying to get her bearings.

  The road trip had been unexpectedly fun. When they'd hit the road, Abby had dreaded being confined in a car for an hour and a half with a grumpy Cole, who'd missed out on his morning sexcapade. But after stopping for donuts and coffee, the black cloud he'd been standing under seemed to lift, and he'd been very pleasant company for the duration of the trip (giving further proof a man's stomach is his second favorite organ). Lucky made his presence known periodically, yapping from the cab's backseat and whining when the smell of donuts got the best of him.

  Abby had done most of the talking with Cole asking the questions. She had no problem sharing, and she did, telling him anything he wanted to know which seemed to be everything, absorbing her life like a sponge.

  She'd asked him a few questions she'd had about the rodeo, and he'd answered them briefly, but she could tell it was a subject he would rather not discuss so dropped it and moved on to other things.

  When fighting over the radio station, she'd discovered he liked country while she liked classic rock. She'd won, but he hadn't seemed to care as she'd noticed him tapping away to the tunes on the steering wheel. All in all, it had been a pretty enlightening car trip, and she was glad he "bossed" her into going.

  But now, faced with a very unhappy looking twelve-year-old had her second guessing her change of heart.

  "Rebecca Ortiz, is that any way to greet a guest in our home?" Abby looked over at Sissy to see her giving her daughter a not so happy look.

/>   "What? All I asked was who she is. Sheesh."

  Sissy gave Cole an exasperated see what I've been dealing with look.

  Abby decided to take matters into her own hands before things escalated out of control. "Hi, Becky, I'm Abby, Cole's friend," she said, holding out her hand.

  "Don't you mean girlfriend?" Boy, so much attitude in such a little package, Abby thought, trying to ignore the sneer on Becky's face.

  Cole captured Abby around her shoulders, and she dropped her hand, feeling silly still holding it out. "Yes she means girlfriend, and you're being very rude, little girl."

  Becky trained her big, doe eyes up at Cole, turned on the waterworks, and then with a stomp of her foot yelled, "I don't care. She's ruined everything." She transformed into a blur of movement, running to her bedroom, and slamming her door with so much force the wall rattled.

  Sissy was wringing her hands. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into her. Please come and sit down."

  Cole led her to the couch. Abby unclipped Lucky's leash and scooped him onto her lap, while Sissy took a chair across from them. Becky's sobs were distantly heard, a steady reminder of her outburst.

  "What the fuck is going on, Sis? I've never seen Becky act like that."

  Sissy deflated into the chair. "I have no idea. I know she was upset about the new kid that's bothering her. She cried and begged not to go outside this morning and only calmed down when I told her you were on your way."

  Cole stared at Becky's bedroom door deep in thought. "I'll go talk to her." He gave Abby a kiss on her forehead. "I'll just be a few minutes. You'll be okay?"