Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(103)

I sit on the offered chair. Nervousness sets in and my fingers fiddle with the edge of my skirt as I wait. How does Cole look now? I haven’t seen him in one year and six months. He never says much in his letters, most likely to avoid worrying me. I still can’t forget the night I wept for him after Megs told me about his injuries.

My heart skips several beats. Is my father still paying the inmates to hurt him? What if they hurt him badly? Maggie would have told me if that were the case. Or maybe not. I’m certain Cole would have asked her not to tell me anything.

I straighten in my chair when the warden steps out of his office, scowling.

He flicks his wrist to look at his watch, and then faces his secretary. “Ask the guards on Block C to bring inmate C two hundred and eighty to my office,” he barks the order to his secretary, and as soon as he sees me his face softens. After exchanging pleasantries, he asks me to follow him into his office. He sits on the leather chair behind his desk, props his elbows on the wood surface and steeples his fingers.

“You understand this is against procedure,” he repeats the same warning he told me months ago, I nod.

About twenty minutes later, someone knocks on the door. A guy with dark hair, even darker eyes and rugged features pushes the door in and steps in. I’m hypnotized, staring at the door, waiting to see Cole. The second he comes in, I exhale long and my pulse picks up. At first, he doesn’t notice me and then his eyes wander lazily around the room until they land on me. He gapes, his eyes widening. His shocked gaze darts between Mr. Taylor and me.

“Nor? What are you doing here?” he signs, taking a step forward, his eyebrows scrunched up in a worried frown.

“Twenty minutes, Holloway,” Mr. Taylor says, shooting a stern look at Cole, then to me. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Cole and I nod.

The warden stands up from his chair and leaves the room. I feel the tension in the room pick up as Cole’s gaze tracks down my body with deliberate strokes, and by the time his smoldering eyes meet mine, my breath is coming out fast.

“You never follow orders, do you?” he signs, prowling closer and I have to stand up fast. God, he looks bigger. He still has the buzz cut. Somehow being in here has given him a rougher edge, which makes him look a little dangerous, especially when he is scowling like that.

I drop my purse on the chair as he edges closer. “You left me no choice.”

He takes one huge furious step and suddenly I’m scrambling backward and my hands are flailing around, searching for purchase.

“You’re scaring me, Cole.”

His expression softens at my admission, but not entirely. He is still wearing that dangerous look and his body is coiled tight, ready to snap at any second.

Suddenly, his hands shoot out and grip my hips. He pushes me back, and my back slams into a wall behind me. I’m suddenly excited and panicked at the same time.

“Cole,” I say, my voice shaking.

His gaze is stuck on my mouth. He shakes his head once and that is all I get before his lips come crashing down on mine. His hands slide down until he reaches my thighs and yanks them up, settling them around his lean hips. My dress rides up as he settles his hard body between my legs and he starts to thrust his pelvis forward. I shake my head and forcefully pull back.

“We can’t do this here. The warden will come back any second now. ”

“You shouldn’t have come here, Nor,” he says, his voice hoarse as if he hasn’t used it for long. “As soon as I saw you sitting here, I wanted to do this. Kiss you. I cannot think of anything I would rather do right now, so if you want to stop me, do it now. Otherwise shut up and let me kiss you. Your mouth is my weakness and I want to feast on it. Let me kiss you, Snowflake. Please.”

God.

I couldn’t deny him what he wants even if I tried. His words, his hard body, everything about him makes me feel desired. He makes me want to climb inside his skin so I can feel him.

He lifts a brow in question, waiting, but my mind is still trying to come to terms with this new Cole. He is no longer the boy who walked into this institution months ago. He’s somehow hardened, having become even more demanding than he was. It’s different.

I like different.

“Am I scaring you, Nor?” he smirks and I see my Cole in there. The sweet, sexy boy I fell in love with. The boy I’m still helplessly in love with.

I shake my head and as if that is his answer, his mouth descends on mine, one hand coming to my neck and framing it while caressing the vein pumping blood there. I groan, and I feel the thumb press slightly and his kiss becomes intense. Oh my God, talk about intense. He’s kissing me hungrily and I’m returning it. He yanks his head up and looks around with wild, dark eyes. I feel his chest inflate at the same time he grabs my bottom and whirls me around. I have no idea where he is going until I realize we are in a small room.

The bathroom.

“What are you doing Cole?” I squeak, squirming to get down. “We can’t do this here.”

“Yes we can. We just have less than thirteen minutes. Do you want to waste that time arguing? Because either way, I’m burying myself inside you. I haven’t had you in a long time. I cannot. . .I need something to keep me going, Nor. I need my fix.”

My heart races and my heart beats louder and louder in my chest until I’m breathless with want and need and anticipation. “I didn’t bring any condoms with me. If I knew this was going to happen, I’d have—”