Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Maybe you weren’t going to get to come anyway,” Julian finally said.

Fuck. Him. Christ. His balls were so tight it was becoming more and more painful. And those quiet noises of pleasure coming from Keira were killing him. He wanted nothing more than to pull over, drag her to his side of the car, and have her ride him.

“We’re nearly in Haven,” he gritted out.

“Damn,” Julian muttered. “Baby, put your breasts away. But as soon as we get home, you?

?re stripping naked. Both of you.”

Cole’s breath caught. He tightened his hand on the steering wheel once more.

You can do this. You can submit.

Twenty-four hours.

24

“Are you really sure about this?” Keira asked him as they walked into the guest house. Cole was grabbing the bags and picnic basket from the car.

Sure? No. He wasn’t sure about any damn thing.

In fact, sometimes the only constant in his life seemed to be his uncertainty. Well, that and Keira. He’d let down his guard while they were on the picnic. Then he’d overreacted. Scared Keira.

So, yeah. He wasn’t sure of anything. But he did know that around Cole he felt different. Safer. Like he could let down his guard, even if he wasn’t sure he should. Part of him wasn’t sure if that was actually a good thing or not.

What he did know was he wanted to see whether Cole really was willing to do anything to gain their trust again.

“I’m sure,” he told Keira. He pointed at her as Cole brought in the bags and set them on the kitchen counter. “Both of you, head into the bedroom and strip. Cole, I want you on your back with your arms above your head. Keira, you can resume the blow job you were giving him earlier.”

His little minx actually licked her lips in anticipation. He watched Cole carefully. He’d spotted a few moments of indecisiveness during the day. More than a few times Cole had instinctively tried to take control. But, to be honest, he’d been impressed with how the other man handled being his sub. Dominating Cole didn’t come as easily to him as he thought it might. He had no problem handing out commands to Keira, but Cole was a different story. Like his body was wired differently when it came to Cole.

They both turned towards the bedroom. Cole leaned down to whisper something to Keira, who giggled. Damn, he enjoyed the sound of her laughter. For so long, it felt like they had nothing to laugh about.

Then Cole slapped her ass and she let out a squeal. Julian rolled his eyes. He might be playing the sub, but that man didn’t really have a submissive bone in his body.

Julian quickly washed a few things he wanted to play with tonight.

Feeling his cock press against his jeans, he did a quick round to check the doors and windows were secured. It was late afternoon, so the sun was still streaming in. He felt safer in the sunlight.

He paused for a moment and gathered himself. Right now, he had a Dom to dominate.

He’d never thought he’d think those words.

Cole lay on the bed, his eyes closed as he did his best to fight the need to come. He’d put his hands above his head as instructed, but fuck it was killing him. The desire to reach down and curl his fingers through her hair, to guide her movements, to roll her onto her back so he could fuck her face . . .

One day.

For now, do as you’re told.

“Christ, little bit, your mouth feels so good. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Keira made a happy humming sound. Where was Julian? Because if he didn’t hurry up, Cole was going to come. He wondered if that “no coming without permission” rule still applied.

Of course, it does. Your ass is likely toast if you come right now.

Worth it. It would definitely be worth it.

But before he could make the decision to let go, Julian walked into the room.