Don't Tell (Don't 1)

Oh my God. It was so erotic and hot. I bucked as he thrust it inside just as his fingers slid inside my pussy.

“Oh, Cole,” I moaned. Tonight was full of the unexpected. His tongue moved in and out as I rocked with a frenzied pace. I couldn’t stop. I wanted it. I needed it.

I felt the tightening in my core.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled.

I heard him sigh with satisfaction as he slapped my ass. I yelped just before he delivered another earth-shattering orgasm.

20

Cole

I never introduced any women I dated to Grayson. Never. I had a responsibility to keep him safe. To give him something he could count on. But Kaitlyn was already family. She fell into a different category.

And I was a fucking idiot if I didn’t look at this situation and see it for what it was—I was crazy for my best friend’s sister.

I could see something with her I hadn’t been able to picture in a long time.

A future. An actual future with a woman in my life.

Not just in my bed, but by my side.

I shook my head as I drove to Amber’s apartment. It was on the other side of the island. She leased a high-rise condo. I didn’t think it was the best spot for Grayson, but what did I have for him other than a run-down motel I inherited?

I was going to change that. I wanted him to have a yard and a place to play. I wanted him to grow up with a dog and chasing seagulls on the beach.

I pulled into the parking lot under the complex and took the elevator upstairs. I knocked on the door.

“Daddy!” The door flew open.

“Hey.” I pulled him into my arms. “Do you have your bag packed?”

He pointed to the couch. “Yes. Two. I’m two.”

I laughed. “Yep. You’re two.” I counted five bags. Looked like Amber had collected more toys than clothes.

She walked down the hallway. “Hey. You ready?”

I nodded. “Yes. Looks like we’ll be putting the train set together.”

“He loves the trains.”

She rubbed the top of his sandy blond hair.

“I appreciate this, Cole.”

I slung a bag over my shoulder. “He’s my son, Amber. You don’t have to thank me.”

I saw her wipe the corner of her eyes with her index finger. “I know. I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant for everything. Supporting me so I can write.”

I held back my laugh. She wasn’t a writer.

“Of course. Whatever you need.”

She smiled. “I remember when you were still in the Corps and I told you I’d wait for you during deployments. It’s like that I guess.”

I stopped loading the train set. “It’s not like that.” I eyed her. “I’m not waiting for you to come home.”