Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(123)

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask, shifting on my feet. I press my thighs together to get some friction between my legs.

He drops his arms to the sides, steps into the room and pushes the door shut with one hand, trapping me inside with him. “Long enough for me to want to bite your ass and lick it. Taste you. Eat you.”

Oh.

God.

I’m still frozen in place. He ambles closer, the look on his face so dark, hungry, needy, it defies his calm pose. My brain is yelling for me to move. Run. My body is nothing more than a mess.

He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. “You are so damn beautiful, Snowflake.” He skims his thumb lightly across my bottom lip. I pant, whimper. My tongue sneaks out, brushes along the pad of his finger. I nip the skin there just a little. He hisses. A moan rumbles in his throat. His eyes are more black than gray. A storm ready to break and destroy whatever lays in its path. I want him to destroy me, then put me back together.

He pulls his hand away only to curl his fingers on the nape of my neck, with a thumb on my throat, stroking the vein there. Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth without asking for permission. His kiss is untamed, feral, starved. Brutal. I’m delirious and drunk, electrified. His free hand lifts my dress and grips my thigh. Inches up and cups me between my legs. He slides one finger inside me.

Cora’s voice seeps through the door, reality slapping me in the face. I jolt, try to break free.

“We have guests waiting for us downstairs, Cole. Someone might walk in on us.”

He blinks. “Well, you’ll just have to hurry up then.”

“Hurry—” Suddenly, the finger inside me is gone and my body is being pressed against a wall before I can finish the sentence.

Cole hooks his fingers on the band of my underwear, slides them down. I lift my legs and he pulls them the rest of the way, tossing them on the floor. He drops to his knees, pushes my dress up and buries his face between my legs. He grasps my thighs and hooks my legs over his shoulders, thrusting his tongue inside me. My hands fly out, searching for something to hold on to. I grab his hair in my fists and pull. He groans deeply, sending vibrations skittering all over my body. Cole is on a mission and just because I’m skittish about being found doesn’t make him abandon his task. He pushes a finger inside me, then another while his talented tongue continues to lick me, burn me, and consume me whole. My back arches. I can feel the climax rushing through me. Then it hits me, forcing a scream out of my lips. I slap a hand over my mouth, my eyes closed, panting, panting, panting. I can’t seem to get enough air in my lungs. I’m completely and utterly ravished.

Cole kisses my inner thigh before unhooking my legs from his shoulders and standing up. With his gaze locked on mine, he cups my face in his hands and once again kisses me. This time the kiss is languorous as if we have all the time in the world, gentle as his tongue tangles with mine. Powerful. Tasting myself on him is pure bliss. His lips worship mine reverently, as if he’s sealing me to him. Then he pulls away and brushes the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. My gaze takes him in down his broad chest and all I can think about is, I want to see him naked. Suck that nipple ring. I look down and inhale sharply. He’s so hard the zipper on his jeans looks like it might pop open any second.

I bite my cheek, meet his gaze. “Um. . .your—”

“What?” his raises a brow at me.

“Batman. He’s still—”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s ‘cock.’ I’m not leaving until you say it. In fact,” he prowls closer. “I might just toss you on the bed and f*ck you until you say that name. Cock.”

I straighten on the wall. Narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Want to bet?” He has this determined scary look on his face.

“All right, all right. Sheesh. Don’t get your panties all bunched up.” He laughs. I roll the word in my head. Feel my cheeks heat up as I open my mouth and say, “Cock. Satisfied?” I’m surprised I haven’t exploded or something. It’s not a bad name though. Why was I having trouble saying it? “Batman sounds cooler though.”

He steps back laughing and smacks my butt. “All right woman. Feed me.”

After dashing back to the bathroom to straighten my appearance, I cringe when my gaze falls on my flushed cheeks. Everyone is going to notice. Megs will be dying to lock me in a room so I can give her the details. I rush out and scuttle around Cole, dart for the door and bound downstairs before he can think twice and haul me over his shoulder to carry out his threat.





We are all sitting around the table, our wine glasses poised in the air, ready to toast to the most amazing brother. Dad nudges my mom’s arm, passing her a handkerchief as tears run down her face. She leans to the side to kiss my dad’s cheek. I feel my own tears burn my eyes when my parents turn to look at me and nod. Dad mouths, “You did great” and I have to blink several times to stop myself from bawling my eyes out.

Nick waves his hand to get my attention. “What time did Elon say she would be here?”

I glance at my watch and back to him. “In twenty minutes. Keep your cool, bro. Your lipstick is showing.”

He scowls. “Fuck you.”

He startles and swings around when Mom smacks him on the head. “He started it, Mom.”