Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

AINSLE Y

Cole doesn’t seem to panic about being stuck down in the basement with a jammed door and no food supplies, nor the fact that Silver Pines and the surrounding areas are going to have a crazy influx of snow starting in the next twenty-four hours; no one will be able to get out of their homes soon. Panic overtakes the joke I just made about us finding something to do down here. I think about Mom coming home. I need to be there for her.

“You worrying again?” Cole asks, obviously picking up on my tenseness. I know he will keep me and Fudge safe. I’m not worried about that.

“Just my mom,” I say. “She was coming home tomorrow. I need to be there for her.”

“She’s in the best place,” he tells me, rubbing a soothing palm over my arm. “They won’t be letting your mama out with an impending snowstorm.”

“But I need to contact her by morning. She won’t know we’re stuck.”

“I’ll get us out,” he says. “I promise.”

I snuggle to his side and revel in his warmth, even though it’s not overly warm down here at all. Luckily, I have a spare throw rug on the end of the co uch, so we don’t freeze to death. “What if you don’t find any tools?”

He flails his hand over toward the laundry area. “I’m sure I’ll find something, no need to panic.” I’m sure his acting like it’s no big deal is for my sake.

“Such as?” I press.

“Leave it to me.” He bops me on the nose lightly with his finger. “Let’s just stay calm, at least until we get hungry.”

I swipe him on the arm in jest. “Not funny, Cole. We could starve down here.”

“No way. I’ll keep you warm, as well as fed.”

“Oh, yeah, how and with what?”

He wiggles his eyebrows, which earns him another swipe on the arm. “I see you’re already resorting to violence, Shorty. ”

“I would never.” I bat my eyelids. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“I’m sure if you feel around, there’s something you can eat.”

I can’t help but giggle. “Is your mind always running rampant?”

“Not always. Sometimes I’m asleep.”

“Cole!”

He laughs cheekily, that boyish grin lighting up his face. “But it’s always running rampant around you, I can’t help it.”

“This quiet little librarian?”

“Yup.” Then he squeezes me around the middle and lowers his mouth to my ear. “And I hate to break it to you, Ains, but you ain’t that quiet.”

My hands fly to my face in embarrassment. I can feel the heat of my cheeks that I can never keep under control around him. “You! ”

“Hey, I dig it. It’s never felt this good.”

My heart literally flutters at his words. “To hear you say that feels like a dream.”

“It’s no dream, baby. This is very real. I didn’t think I was looking for a girlfr?—”

“Girlfriend?” I finish for him.

“Why not?” He shrugs. “I like it. I wanna be your boyfriend. Plus, we already said I love you. Can’t take that back now.” He gives me a lopsided grin.

“That we did.”

“And we will have that second date as soon as we’re not snowed under.”

“Did your friends say anything tonight?” I ask curiously. “I’m sure Travis knows something.”

“I didn’t confirm or deny anything until I talked to you first. I just said we were getting to know each other, and Trav was most definitely not surprised. Rich was a little shocked.”

“What did he say?”

He pauses, and that only makes me encourage him to spill.

“Tell me,” I urge.

He pops a shoulder. “He said he didn’t know you were my type.”

I press my lips together. This has always been a fear of mine from the get go. That someone prettier, bustier, and just better in general might come along. Guys like Cole don’t usually go for gals like me; good little librarians that never do anything wrong. “What did you say?” I dare ask.

He wastes no time in continuing, “I said I didn’t have a type, words to that effect. Then Justin said it was pretty hot, the whole librarian thing, and the fact you’re clearly gorgeous. I told him if he said any more, I ’d have to rearrange his face.”

I laugh quietly. “There’s that stigma floating around still, huh? About the office geek?—”

“The hot librarian office geek,” he finishes.

“I’m not hot,” I gush. “There’s so many more prettier?—”

He cuts me off with a sharp look. “Don’t even say it, babe. You might not be aware of this, but you are, in fact, a hottie. You’re way prettier than you give yourself credit for. Not only that, you’re smart and you’re genuinely a nice, kind person. I’m sick of meaningless hookups. It feels different with you. I knew it last year and I should’ve grown some balls and asked you out then.”

“It feels different with you, too. Not that I’ve had any meaningless hookups.”

He smiles and pulls me to his side, kissing the top of my head as I revel in his warmth once more. I can feel the heat building between us again. It’s like a palpable energy that neither of us can deny. And from what we’ve said tonight, it seems neither of us wants to. “Glad to hear it.”

My hand glides across his rock hard abs, my fingers trailing under his shirt touching his hot skin underneath. He hisses just from that touch and I can already see the bulge in his gray sweatpants. My throat runs dry and my heart constricts; I have an overwhelming urge to slide down the couch and pull out that hard bulge and wrap my mouth around it. My fingertips graze his waistband and as I lean into him, he turns his face toward me and captures my mouth with his. He presses his hot lips to mine the same moment I slide my hand down over his hard length.

“Fuck, Ains.” His voice is so hoarse, it makes my sweet spot throb even more. My nipples pebble under my top as we kiss deep and slow, his tongue sliding over mine. I squeeze his dick, and he looks down to watch me massage him with my palm. I know we should be trying to bust out of here so we can escape to safety, but when he says; “Get it out, babe.” I waste no time in hooking my fingers under the waistband and sliding his sweats down. He lifts his ass slightly to pull them past his hips, tugging his shirt up to his armpits. I watch his dick jump out ready for action and I lick my lips in anticipation of what he tastes like.

My hand grips around his sizable girth, now that it’s freed of his pants, and I massage him up and down, loving the feel of him in my palm and the way his eyes fall closed for a moment.

“That’s it,” he groans, moving his hand over mine and setting the pace to jerk him off.

“I need to taste you,” I dare murmur.

His eyes spring open. “Fuck.”

A little laugh escapes me as I move over his lap and slide down between his legs until my knees find the floor and I lean forward. He slides a little further down on the couch and looks down at me. “You look so god-damned beautiful,” he whispers.

I smile and lean into his crotch, my tongue quickly finding him as I swirl it around his large tip.

He hisses again as soon as my mouth is on him and I can feel that he’s watching my every move, and that turns me on even more. My teeth gently graze over him, then I sheath his base and lave my tongue down his underside as I feel him jolt.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Just those two words tell me everything I need to know and it gives me all the encouragement I need to keep going. He starts to slowly move his hips as I move my lips back over him as he slides into my mouth. I suck u p and down, gripping his base at the same time.

“That’s it,” he says as my eyes flick up to meet his. “Just like that, babe.”

And we quickly find our rhythm as my head bobs up and down and I reign in my gag reflex as much as I can. He feels so full and big in my mouth, and I feel myself dripping between my thighs. Heat pools all over me at how much he’s enjoying this; his soft moans only egging me on.

“So beautiful,” he leans up a little to touch my breasts over my top. He runs his thumbs over my hardened peaks, sparking a new fire in my core hotter than the furnace he just lit.

“Oh, Cole—ohh—” I could orgasm just from this alone, but I’m greedy and need to keep tasting him.

His sexy gaze on me is half-lidded and his mouth slightly open. Watching me suck him off as he plays with my nipples, his eyes grazing my hardening peaks as I slide up and down his length. We move faster and faster and I feel his breathing change. He’s gotta be close.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come—” He jerks his hips back, ready to pull out of my mouth, but I keep my lips wrapped tightly around him and push my head further down. I want to taste him, every last drop. “Ains — oh, fuck—” and on a long groan he stills and then convulses, his release pulsing as I feel his warm juices hit the back of my throat. He lets go of my breasts and pushes his back into the couch. His hands run through his hair as he rides his orgasm out in long waves of pleasure. It makes my heart soar like a thunderbolt, and my insides melt watching him. When I’ve milked every last drop from him, successfully swallowing, his eyes open and he reaches down for me, pulling me up onto his lap. “Baby, that was amazing. Watching you take me like that, takin’ all of me?— ”

“You taste so good.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and I straddle over his thighs, his cock resting against his ripped stomach between us.

“To hear you say that,” he breathes. “That dirty little mouth. Man, that makes me feel good.”

He pulls me to him and we hold each other close for a good few minutes as we calm our breathing, the silence between us not at all bothersome. Neither is Fudge, who lays at the end of the couch, balled up asleep. I’d almost forgotten he was there.

My body is still on fire and I know I need some friction before we try to get out of the basement. But I’m nowhere near ready to go yet, and knowing all that waits for us is a building snowstorm outside, means we don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon. Not until morning, then we can go and get supplies. I’m quite confident that Cole will get us out of here. “I loved doing that,” I breathe, pushing my body into his.

His hands slide to my butt and he squeezes, pulling me further onto him. One hand breaks free and glides up to my breast, hooking under my top, cupping me, then tugging on my sensitive nipple. “And I love these,” he says. “Next time I want to come all over them.”

My sweet spot tingles at the thought of that, and I push my hips into him. “That’s so sexy.”

“You’re sexy.” He lifts my shirt from the hem and leans forward, pulling my bra down, taking my nipple into his mouth as his other hand slides off my butt and meets my other nipple. Tugging on it with his thumb and forefinger, I murmur something incoherent and rock against him.

He’s hard again. I can feel him against my pussy. He moves his mouth to the other side and pays it the same attention, his tongue flicking back and forth a s I glance down and watch his mouth move in expert motion. He’s so good at this.

Every move goes straight to my clit.

“Need to be in you when you come,” he grunts. His voice has deepened to a spine tingling octave, and it sends my senses into overload.

“You’re ready again?” I marvel at his stamina, wasting no time in pushing my sweats down and maneuvering them past my legs as I kick them off. I slide back over his muscular body, holding his dick at the base as I lift my hips, his mouth reaching for my nips again as I sink straight down onto him. We both cry out and the fullness I feel right now is enough for me to be satisfied for the rest of my life. “Ohh, babe.”

“Yeah, you like that, Shorty? ”

“I don’t just like it, I love it.”

His hands grip my hips and he holds me in place as he looks up at me with heat and lust. He looks at me like I mean something to him, like all his words from earlier collide into one hot, awe inspiring look. “I love it too. I love being like this with you.”

“Even stranded and potentially snowed under down here with me?”

“Especially then.”

Warmth pools in my chest, and I forget all about being locked down here with the possibility we may be stranded a while. I just want to enjoy the moment and worry about the rest later.

I slide up his length as he keeps his hands on my hips and I glide back down again, guiding me with a firm grip, his fingers searing into my skin. When he leans forward and grabs both breasts, feeding them to his mouth, I groan out loud, tippi ng my head back.

“Right there,” I pant as his shaft rubs against my already throbbing bud, and I feel my release building quicker than ever before. He just has the knack of touching me the right way and at the right pace. A few more tilted bounces on my part, with a lick over my nipples on his, and I’m there, ready to explode. “Oh, Cole… ohhhh.” I squeeze my eyes closed as I let the ripple effect take over. My release sets free, and I enjoy every single sensation running through my veins as I grind down. And it’s like a sweet nectar overtaking my body and all of my senses, maybe even a piece of my soul. “You’re perfect,” I whisper as I ride out the wave, which goes on forever, and I know he’s close from the way his breathing changes.

“And so are you,” he whispers back, spilling inside me, gently biting down on my neck, rumbling the most beautiful noise which I feel all the way down to my toes.