Fast & Wet (The Fast 2)

''The most important things lie close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.’’

- Stephen King

One

Six Years Ago - Florida

Emily

Soft cotton sheets cling to my skin even though it’s only May and the oppressing Florida summer heat hasn’t arrived yet. My perspiration causes them to catch and pull against my back as I writhe under his hands that trace over my naked body.

Up my outer thigh and across the flat of my stomach, his rough hand cups my breast, and he lowers his mouth to take my nipple. He’s so gentle, yet I’m heady with desire.

“Cole,” I moan and run my fingers through his short chocolate hair and push my hips upward, desperate for more contact from his long, lean body covering half of mine.

“I’m right here, baby,” he whispers around my nipple as his hand trails south, and his fingers discover my outer lips with a feather touch. Up and down, he traces me as my wetness seeps out and draws his fingers in.

The moment two fingers caress my swollen clit, I buck up and gasp. “Feel how wet you are for me, baby?” He whispers and sucks the hollow of my collarbone.

“Kiss me, Cole,” I pull his head up, and his lips capture mine. His hot tongue pulses into my waiting mouth as his fingers work me into a frenzy that makes my hips and legs wiggle.

I’ve pushed the sheets and blanket down with my squirming. My only cover now is the scratchy denim of Cole’s jeans, one of his legs over mine, and his naked chest draped over my torso.

The soft waves rocking the boat on Old Tampa Bay keep rhythm with my hips rising and falling to meet his hand. Fooling around on his dad’s docked yacht is something Cole and I often do, but tonight is different.

He’s become my everything. My savior, my best friend, my boyfriend, my lover. He’s the keeper of my secrets and my freedom from disquiet.

Memories of all our private moments, our late night talks, our secrets, our kisses, wash over me as my heart rate picks up, and coherent thoughts are driven from my mind.

“I need you,” I whimper on an exhale as I grip his strong forearm and encourage his fingers to dip inside me. He obliges with a groan, and two long fingers slip into my slick channel. My neck arches, and I drive my head into the pillow from pleasure.

“So fucking tight, my gorgeous girl,” Cole whispers my favorite nickname into my ear as he nips the lobe and grinds his hardness into the side of my hip. His thumb moves back and forth over my clit as he works me deeper. “Come for me.”

I reach down and cup his hard dick through his jeans, “I want to come with you.”

A throaty, primal growl reverberates against me as he bites my shoulder then soothes the spot with the flat of his tongue. “Come for me first.”

I whine and grip his cock tighter, my face screwing up in a pout. No more waiting, begging, no more pushing and pulling—I need him. “Cole, please.”

A dark, sexy smile overtakes his face as he watches my urgency grow. He’s amused by how badly I want him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, let me take care of you first,” he takes a nipple back into his mouth and sucks the taut peak. “Give me what I want, and then I’ll give you this,” he says as he rocks his hips harder into me.