Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Naughty kitty.” He smacked his hand down on her ass. “You just gave me a heart attack. I ought to forbid you from coming tonight.”

“No, Sir,” she cried out. “Please!”

Damn, she really had him wrapped around her little finger.

“We’ll see,” was the best he could manage. “Julian, are you ready?”

“Hell, yes.” Julian adjusted Keira then slid his now-erect cock into her pussy. Cole lubed up his cock then parted her ass cheeks. Her hole glistened with the lube left from the anal plug.

“Ready to take my dick in your ass, kitty?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

He could hear Julian murmuring to her, telling her to relax. He slowly entered her. Fuck. So good. With Julian already seated in her pussy, she was extra tight.

He wasn’t going to last. He moved inside her carefully. No way would he ever risk hurting her. By the time he was fully seated, sweat coated his skin, and his breath was coming in harsh pants.

Glancing up at Julian, the other man gave him a smile. Oh, fuck yes. They started to move in tandem, as though they’d been doing this together for years. A dance they both knew instinctively. Julian thrust as Cole drew out, then he pulled back and Cole drove himself forward.

Keira writhed between them, her cries of pleasure urging them on.

More. More. His need burned through them. He couldn’t last much longer.

“Julian, are you ready?”

“God, yes.”

They moved harder, faster. Julian’s finger disappeared between his and Keira’s body and Keira cried out. He felt her come. Julian succumbed, seconds later with a roar.

Cole followed them over into bliss, his own scream overpowering theirs, the feeling of rightness one he would never take for granted again.

30

Keira turned from kissing Julian to kiss Cole. They were sitting in a booth in the diner, waiting for their lunch to arrive. Julian drew her onto his lap as Cole leaned in, grasping her around the back of her neck. They were getting a little carried away considering they were in public and she knew she should pull back.

But this was Haven. Nobody would bat an eye. And it seemed the more of her men she got, the more she wanted.

Two weeks had passed since they’d told Cole everything and she couldn’t be happier. Both she and Julian were helping Cole with his house. And he was helping them heal.

“What the hell? Cole, what is the meaning of this?” a deep voice boomed out at them.

Keira pulled away from Cole, slipping off Julian’s lap and thumping onto the seat of the booth. She gaped up into the florid, fat face of Hank Bridges. She’d never liked him. Full of self-importance and thinking his position and money made him better than everyone else, she saw that he wasn’t aging well. About forty pounds overweight, with no chin and squinty eyes he stood in sharp contrast to the young, willowy brunette behind him and to his right.

The brunette eyed them curiously then turned her gaze away with a blush as she saw Keira staring at her.

“Hank? What the hell are you doing here?” Cole snapped.

“I came to find you, of course. We need to talk about the wedding. And instead, I find you here, cheating on your fiancée.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the diner, everyone had fallen silent, watching on at the drama unfolding.

Cole slowly stood, looming over Hank. “As you well know, Arabella and I are no longer engaged.”

“B-b-but, you’re just on a break,” Hank managed to say. “You’re coming back. Coming back to the business. It needs you. We all know this is just some midlife crisis.”

“A midlife crisis? Jesus, Hank. I sold all my shares. I quit my position. I ended our engagement. I’m not coming back.”

Hank glared at Keira and Julian. “Are you . . . are you in some weird cult? Have you been pulled into something depraved? We’ll get you out, son. Come with us now.”