Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(99)

Holy shit.

He feels so good. Nine years without him, without his touch and suddenly he is there, blowing my world to pieces. I’m gulping for breath. His hands on my wrists grip me and he groans when he pushes himself inside me excruciatingly slow, hissing when he pulls out. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Sweat beads his forehead. Veins popping on his neck. The muscles hidden beneath his shirt bunch up and flex with his every movement. He focuses his gaze on mine. The longer we stare at each other, the more intense he takes me, fast and rough. Unable to hold his hot gaze and the pressure building inside me, I feel my orgasm rushing forward. It builds up and my breath becomes rougher. Cole stops moving, hooks his arm around my waist and lowers us on the bed. Then he buries his head in my neck and I feel his teeth on my shoulder as he commences the kind of torture that’s leaving me breathless. I come hard, pressing my mouth on to his arm and scream. He picks up his pace, desperate, jerky thrusts of his hips. His hands tighten around my body as he comes hard.

He pulls out and stands up, before proceeding to tuck himself back in his pants. The dark look on his face is gone, replaced by a look I can only call indifferent. I can’t look at that face, especially after the sex we just shared. I roll out of bed as decently as a person who isn’t wearing underwear can do and I pull up my dress.

“Give me my underwear.”

He shakes his head. “I’m keeping it.”

I gape, watching him stalk to the door and unlock it. He stops and glances over his shoulder at me. “I’ll see you when I return from Boston.”

He leaves.

With my underwear in his pocket and no goodbye.

I guess we both got what we wanted. This wasn’t a souls reconnecting kind of sex. I’m not about to complain though, because I needed this.

I turn my head and meet my reflection in the closet mirror. Gone is the pale, stricken look that has been a constant on my face since Josh’s condition worsened, replaced by flushed cheeks and bright eyes. A woman who has been thoroughly taken and had a good time while at it.





I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT MOVING back home. I’m not sure when I came to that decision. Probably between finding out I was the father to the prettiest girls in the world and having my misconception about my feelings for Nor blown to pieces. The electric current between us, the rush of kissing, the euphoria I felt when I was buried balls deep inside her. It’s f*cking everything. The night when I dropped by her house before flying to Boston, I thought I’d feel relief after f*cking her. I was a complete mess.

Fuck.

I was an animal to her. I f*cked her, feeding on her pain and her feeding on mine. I’d been so caught up in her. Feeling her sweet * wrapped around my cock made me forget about Josh and soothed my confused state of mind. As soon as she opened the door, and I saw her in the same black dress she’d been wearing during the funeral, her eyes red from crying, I wanted to make it better. The second my cock touched her *, I knew there was no going back. Two weeks away from her, and my hunger for her skin on mine is enormous. It’s a miracle it hasn’t swallowed me alive.

I miss who Nor and I used to be. Being away from her and the girls is complete torture. I can’t stop thinking about them. I miss them so much, even though the girls and I have been chatting on Skype every night since I left.

All I know is that, there is no f*cking way I’m staying away from my girls again, which is why I’ve been looking for apartments to rent close to Nor’s house. Earlier today, I called the realtor who is in charge of the property and made all the arrangements to visit the place when I flew back home. I finally feel confident enough to be a dad without running to Google every time panic sets in. I realized that being a parent doesn’t come in a manual. You just have to accept it in your heart and the rest will slide in place.

Also my dad and I have been talking about the possibility of me working in his firm. I’ve already spoken to my boss at Lawrence and Barnes and explained my situation. We’ll be discussing how to go about handing over my pending projects to the other architects in the company during the coming weeks.

Simon is meeting a new client today, so he flew back to New York yesterday to prepare for the meet. Our work here in Boston is almost done and I will be out of this hotel and flying back home soon. Tate will let me know if he needs me for this particular project again.

After hopping out of the shower, I dry my body and quickly rub my hair with a towel and leave the bathroom. I pull on a pair of jogging pants and T-shirt, before settling down on the couch in front of the laptop on the table to Skype with my favorite girls. I contemplate the past few weeks since I went back home up until I left Florida. I was in a shitty mood and I regret how rough I was with Nor. At least my time away has worked wonders on my attitude and put things into perspective. I feel more like a human being and not an animal, ready to piss a circle around her to warn everyone to stay away.

I shake those thoughts away and focus on Cora’s little face when she appears on the screen, grinning at me.

God, I make beautiful babies.

Correction.

Nor and I make beautiful babies.

I grin back and wave at her just as Joce scoots up next to her sister and wraps her arms around Cora’s neck.

“Hi Uncle Cole,” Cora signs.

My f*cking heart shatters as it always does every time I hear that name.

Uncle Cole.