He felt the softness of Abby’s eyes land on him.
Andy backed up. “Of course.” He pressed his lips together. “Well, if you get out of that contract, Abby, give me a call.” He pushed a business card in her hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Gallagher. I appreciate it.”
He walked away and Cole pressed a kiss to Abby’s temple. “Was he bothering you?”
She laughed. “No. Boring me, yes. Bothering me, no. Were you worried?”
Cole felt his chest tighten. Maybe this was what jealousy felt like. He’d never had it with Deacon, but seeing how Andy looked at her. How his eyes took in her legs and breasts, did something to him. He had an urge to punch the man who was about as interesting as a bologna sandwich.
“Never worried. Protective is all.”
“I think I like you being protective,” she whispered.
Cole looked around the room. Deacon was still talking to the media. He would keep them entertained for a while.
“Come with me.” He tugged Abby toward him, taking her behind the stage.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Yes. Very.” He crushed his lips into hers. “You’re all I can think about.” He came up for air. His hands tangled through her long hair. “I want to be inside you again, Abby.”
He reached for the buckle on his pants.
She nodded, eager for the same thing. She reached toward his zipper, letting her palm slide over the full length of his shaft. He groaned, stepping backward. He needed to find a place more private for them.
There was a stage closet he spotted from the corner of his eye.
He staggered, dragging Abby with him. She pumped her fist over his cock, drawing it to its thickest width.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Everything you do…”
“What?” she whispered.
He shoved his pants to the floor.
“Makes me want to bury myself in your ass. So deep, baby.”
She whimpered. “Now?”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
She sought his lips again, throwing her arms around his neck. His hand roamed over her back, trailing between her legs. He grinned. She wasn’t wearing her panties.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her around his waist. Cole didn’t wait, he pushed her onto his cock. Abby reared back, sinking onto him.
“Oh shit,” she hissed. “You’re so big, Cole.”
He knew she was probably sore after last night, but he needed to be inside her. She felt fucking incredible how she gripped his dick with her strong pussy walls.
“Oh yeah.” His fingers dug into her waist.
She held his shoulders, gripping so she didn’t slide from his hips. He pumped into her. Only two more thrusts and he felt his spine tighten with an explosive pinch before he erupted inside her. He slammed his hand against the wall, fucking her with all the strength he had left.
Her lips were soft and sweet on his mouth. She panted as he brought her feet to the floor.
“I feel drunk,” she murmured, falling into the wall.