Chapter 37

Cole

Garden District, New Orleans, Louisiana

C ole woke to the morning sun streaming in through the curtains and Evie curled next to him, her hair spread across the pillow and body relaxed in sleep. One of her legs was splayed across his own.

Sifting his fingers through her silky hair, he watched the light catch the strands, drawing out all of the colors that made up her unique auburn; vibrant rich reds, deep mahogany, and even hints of gold glinted in its depths. He let the strands slip through his fingers before lifting his head to scan the room for his phone so he could check the time. It took him about thirty seconds of wild searching before he remembered that it was currently a melted blob of plastic somewhere in—he glanced to the right of the bed—yep, right over there. Sitting on the floor, useless and destroyed. They needed to go shopping today before heading over to the office to check in on Hayden and make sure that everything hadn’t been destroyed in the earthquake. He frowned. Was the damage isolated to New Orleans? If not, they needed to check in on their other offices and staff too. After doing that, though, they needed to go to his uncle’s house to catch him up on everything and introduce him to Evie.

Charles had been a confirmed bachelor for much of his life, save a small blip in his thirties that he never talked about except when he was half a bottle of bourbon in. Although his uncle said he never regretted his lack of a romantic life, Cole knew that his uncle had wanted more kids than just the angry, magical orphan that he got by accident. Specifically, he knew Charles wanted a little girl to spoil. Hopefully, a daughter-in-law would meet that wish.

He caught a glimpse of the digital clock sitting in the bathroom. 8:30 am. Most shops in the area didn’t open until 9:00, Hayden didn’t get out of bed before 10:00 and was never at the office before 11:00—noon if Cole was being honest rather than charitable—so there was really very little point to getting out of bed right now. That gave him a little bit of time to wake up his Angel the way she deserved. Cole’s lips lifted in a predatory grin.

A small whimper rose from next to him, and Evie rolled to her back. Her legs scissored back and forth; his name emerged from her mouth on a whisper. After they returned from their early morning phone call with Hayden, Cole had bent Evie’s pretty little body over the side of the bed and railed her through three orgasms, the final of which had her squirting all over him and the sheets, which prompted the hardest nut of his fucking life as she drenched him. Screamed for him. God, he would never get tired of her sounds.

Time to make her give him some more of those magnificent cries. With a gentle tug, he freed his arm from under her neck and slid down the bed, settling her legs over his shoulders. One long finger swept down her slit, and he nearly came out of his skin at how wet she already was for him. He kissed the inside of her thigh before dropping his mouth to her pussy, giving one long lick from her ass to her clit before settling in to devour her. He growled into her. Gods, her taste was ambrosial, coating his lips and tongue.

She whimpered again, not yet awake, as he slid two fingers deep in her tight little channel, crooking them as he pumped slowly. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his magic rose in response to her own awakening. She was still asleep, but her legs were already subtly trembling against his shoulders.

With absolute disregard for easing Evie awake, Cole wrapped his lips around her sensitive clit and sucked.