Addison (The Mitchell/Healy Family #6)(47)

No matter how I answered someone was going to get hurt. “You have to.”

“Shit. Dad’s going to flip.”

“You thought you were helping. How could you have known?”

“I gotta go. If I were you I’d steer clear of the house tonight. You can stay with me if you need to.”

I glanced at Cole. “Na, I’ve got a place in mind already.”

“Don’t let Dad catch you there.”

“I’m tired of listening to him.”

“He’s in rare form already. Don’t make it worse.”

“Tell Dad I’m staying at your house tonight.”

“Addy.”

“Just do it.”

I knew she didn’t want to lie for me. She was in enough trouble, but I didn’t plan on getting caught. Besides, my dad knew I’d been intimate with Cole. I’d rather be open about it than have to lie.

When I hung up I was standing in the woods, face to face with Cole. “What’s going on?”

“We don’t have to keep looking. My cousin is gone. She took off with her boyfriend. Chris and Ethan gave them money. They’re long gone.”

“Damn.”

“The police are on the way. I say we go back to your place, get a hot shower, and climb into bed. What do you think?”

Cole pulled me into his strong hold. “I think it’s a great idea.”

The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. “We better hurry. It’s going to storm.”

We ran holding hands for most of the way. Once we reached his trailer we headed inside, locking the door behind us. For an extra measure of security, I put a chair in front of both doors. I didn’t need my dad walking in on what I had planned for the evening.

Cole didn’t waste time. He pulled me along until we were standing in the bathroom. He turned on the shower and started lifting my shirt over my head. His eyes were burning into mine, sending me subliminal messages with what he was about to do to me. I watched his shirt rise above his head. His bare chest was inches away. My hands ran up both sides, dragging over his tiny nipples. I let go, taking hold of his pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them down around his ankles. He picked me up and sat me down on the vanity. I lifted my ass, allowing my shorts and panties to be removed easily. My bra was last. Cole bit down on his lip ring while focusing on unhooking it. I felt it loosen and him pushing the light fabric away. He took a step back and looked me over. I watched as he leaned against the opposite wall, grabbing his already stiff erection and stroking it. “Spread your legs.”



“I thought we were getting a shower?”

“We are. First, I want you to touch yourself. Make me finish without touching me.”

I felt nervous. He’d put me on the spot. In all honesty, I felt like I was being judged. I was uncomfortable. “I don’t know what to do,” I awkwardly admitted.

He smiled but kept jerking himself off. “Massage your inner thighs,” he struggled to say.

I did as I was told, taking my palms and rubbing them over my legs. Instantly I started to get chills. I could feel the tingling in between, so I didn’t ask what he wanted next. Instead of watching Cole, I looked down at my * and drug my fingers over it. It tickled, so I did it again, this time applying more pressure. After a few seconds my eyes became heavier. I was getting in to it, forgetting he was my audience. “Is this what you want?”

I could hardly contain the emotions I felt when I asked him.

He nodded, his eyes watching, heavy and satiated. “Don’t stop. Go faster.”

I had to stop watching. It was better to close my eyes and focus. The harder my fingers moved the more my body trembled. He was making sounds, familiar and strained. It was only a matter of minutes before he lost it. Knowing that turned me on. I wanted to race him to it. Before I knew what I was doing, I cried out, almost falling off the vanity from losing control.

Then he was there, entering me without warning. I latched onto his neck, holding him the best I could as he pounded. His breathing was strained, while I struggled to come to grips with the fact that I was still having an orgasm. My body felt like a noodle I couldn’t get control of. In a matter of seconds I watched his muscles tightening, his face scrunch up, and finally him relaxing. “Shit,” he spat.

It was too late to acknowledge we’d gotten carried away and forgotten something extremely important. He pulled out of me and ran both hands through his thick hair. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it. You were…SHIT!”

I don’t know why I wasn’t as bothered. Maybe Cole couldn’t see what I could. Maybe he didn’t have the feelings that I already felt. It didn’t matter. I remained calm. “I’m not angry, Cole. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine if you’re pregnant.”

“You’re overreacting. My period is due any day. A woman is only fertile for forty-eight hours during the month. I’m certain we’re safe from an unwanted pregnancy.” I hopped down and got in the shower, for some reason feeling offended. When he joined me he tried to touch me and I pulled away. “Don’t.”

How could I have been so foolish. I’d jumped into this with no regard for what could occur. What if I were to get pregnant? What if Cole hated children?

“What did I do wrong?” He asked.