Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Good girl, kitten,” he murmured, moving to the bottom of the bed. He set down the things he was carrying to run his hand down her ass. She was kneeling between Cole’s open legs, working her mouth up and down his cock. “Ease up for a minute now.”

She pulled back with a murmur of protest, turning to Julian. He cupped the side of her face then leaned down to kiss her. Cole watched hungrily, wanting to join in but knowing he shouldn’t move.

Fuck.

Julian drew back as Keira was reaching for his T-shirt. “No, kitten. Leave that. Put these things on the bedside table for me.” He looked over at Cole as he handed Keira some of the items he’d put down.

Cole swallowed as he saw lube, condoms, an anal plug, eye mask, and a cock ring being placed in Keira’s hands.

Oh, shit.

Julian kept hold of a pair of handcuffs and a short rope. He moved to kneel on the other side of the bed from Keira. “What’s your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Good. Same as kitten’s. You’ll both use it if you need to.”

Keira rolled her eyes, and Cole raised an eyebrow at her surprisingly bratty reaction.

“Kitten, you’ve just added an extra five to the spanking you already earned earlier today for not telling me about the pain pills. That means you’re up to twenty-five.”

Keira gasped. “But, Sir—”

“Arguing will only get more added,” Julian said sternly.

She bit her lower lip. “Yes, Sir. Sorry.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to get busy sucking Cole’s dick again. You sure you don’t want to change your mind and add any limits on what we can do to you?” Julian asked Cole.

“I’m sure,” Cole replied as Julian secured the rope to the headboard. Keira slipped the head of his cock into her mouth.

Christ. Fuck. Hell.

He gritted his teeth together as his balls burned with the need for release. Julian attached the handcuffs to the short length of rope then secured them around Cole’s wrists. He was bound but could still move around as far as the rope would allow.

“I love watching her suck you off,” Julian murmured to him. “You’re so hard and aching right now, aren’t you? I bet it burns, not being able to come.”

Yeah, he could say that.

Julian leaned in and kissed him. Cole let out a murmur of pleasure, kissing him back.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Cole. Please don’t make me regret letting you back in.”

A surge of hope filled Cole. Was he saying what he thought he was?

“I can’t promise anything. But I wouldn’t have let you into our bed if I didn’t think something more might come from this.” Julian brushed back his hair. “I owe you that much truth. As much as I tell myself to not feel anything for you, I can’t. I just . . . I won’t have her hurt again, Cole. I can’t have her hurt again.”

“I won’t do that. To either of you.”

Julian just studied him for a moment, as though trying to read him. Then he kissed him again before pulling back and sitting up.

“Keira, let his cock go. Good girl,” he praised her as she released Cole’s shaft with a pop. “Cole roll over and get onto your knees. I’m going to plug your ass while Keira keeps giving you a blow job. Kitten, please put the blindfold on Cole.”

“Yes, Sir,” Keira replied happily.

“Cole, you refer to me as Sir as well.”

“Yes, Sir,” Cole replied.