Chapter 23

Haley

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

My ass is plugged. My pussy is full. My tits are sticky with his cum. My thighs won’t stop shaking. My entire body is a live wire.

I’m so desperate, I can barely hold myself together. It’s overwhelming. And the clamps on my nipples bring me just enough pain to drive me insane with pleasure, too.

I did this to myself.

I teased, taunted, and went overboard tonight for Cole. And the price is my sanity.

“Please,” I scream-beg. “Please let me come, Daddy.”

Cole positions me on his lap and reaches around my waist. Suddenly, there’s an intense vibration against my clit.

Straddling him in reverse cowgirl, with my thighs spread wide, the collar around my neck pulled tight enough for me to work for each breath, I grow dizzy with lust. And that vibrator sends me right over the edge.

Coming hard enough to skip my next life, I scream, cry, shake, and convulse against Cole. I squirt all over his floor. “What’s happening?” I yell, unable to control it.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking it so well, Angel. Keep going.” He holds the vibrator against my swollen clit and won’t let up even after I try to smack it away. It’s too much. Everything’s too much. “Give me more, Angel.”

“I can’t.” My lungs saw, working overtime to get air into my system. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, you can. Be my good girl and make that pussy squeeze my cock while you come again.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

The desire to please Cole overrides everything else until I’m gyrating against the cock in my cunt, which pushes the plug in my ass, and moves the vibrator pressed to my clit. A fresh orgasm builds quickly, and I dig my nails into his thighs, bracing for another onslaught of pleasure.

“Oh God,” I moan, just before another orgasm hits. My eyes roll back. I’m so dizzy I can’t think.

A few seconds later, Cole catches his release. I’m so full, so sensitive, I can feel his dick throb inside me as he comes.

Gathering my hair, he sweeps it over my shoulder and gently kisses my neck while we both come down from our highs. “You okay?”

“Never better.” My voice sounds far away and slurry. Lifting off his lap, I pitch forward, too exhausted to even hold myself up. “Take it out, Daddy.”

He playfully twists the butt plug a couple of times, which only makes me melt more into the floorboards.

Cole pulls the plug out and the void is real. No more dick. No more toy. No more fun.

I feel hollow. Tears prick my eyes.

“Come here.” He carries me to the bathroom. I think I’ve turned into a noodle.

“These nipple things hurt,” I whisper, too tired to even take them off. “Help me?”

He rests me on the sink and takes off my clamps. Blood rushes to my hard buds and I’m fucking dying. Mouth open, my scream doesn’t even come because I’ve lost all air in my lungs again. Holy smokes, that’s intense.

Cole suckles one in his mouth, ever so gently, and then moves to the other. He takes his time giving me all the aftercare I need and cleans us both up. A couple hours later, I’m on the couch, under a bunch of blankets, while he orders us dinner.

My little candy cane headband lays bent on the floor beside my pink Christmas tree.

Cole sits next to me. “Food will be here in twenty.”

He had to wipe down the floor where I’d squirted. “I can’t believe I made such a big mess like that.”

“Not gonna lie. That was impressive.” He slides me onto his lap. Cole is always getting his hands on me one way or another—lacing our fingers together, hugging, hooking his arm around my shoulder, sitting me on his lap. I never got affection growing up, so it took a lot of getting used to when Cole and I first hooked up.

It’s not that I didn’t like it. It was just different, I guess. But after a month of him constantly touching me, I was addicted. If he didn’t touch, hug, or hold me, I’d think he was mad at me for something and would worry about what I did wrong. It was something else I had to work through.

Lately, however, I’m just as touchy-feely. Leaning back against his chest, I run my nails up and down his forearm. “When did you get all those new toys?”

“Last week.” He rests his chin on my shoulder. “I was going to wait until Christmas to give them to you.”

Speaking of… “I have another surprise for you.”

Cole’s chuckle rumbles against me. “If it’s you in another outfit like that candy cane one, give me a minute to prepare myself. You got no business looking that fine in a headband and anal plug, Angel.”

“Thanks.” Knowing I turn Cole on is a big deal to me. “But it’s not an outfit.” Climbing off his lap, I ignore his fake pout and go over to the pink Christmas tree and grab the little bag I stashed behind it. “I didn’t get a chance to wrap it, but…” I sit down next to him. “Close your eyes.”

He gives me a “what are you up to now” look before shutting his peepers.

“Hold out your hand.” I place the gift in his palm. “Okay, you can look now.”

His brow furrows. “What the hell is this?”

“Hear me out.” Excited, I get up on my knees and face him. “It’s our new tradition.”

Cole stares at the ugly ornament again.

“Every year, we’re going to find the ugliest, tackiest ornament we can find.” I point at my tree. “And hang it on that thing.”

He leans back. “Every year?”

“Until we die.” I hope he understands that this is, yet again, another gesture of my love. Another promise that I’m here to stay. “Do you love it?”

Cole stares at the blobfish made of blown glass, then drags his gaze back to me. His expression softens. “Yeah, I love it, Haley.”

He goes over and hangs the ornament on the tree. Then backs away, staring at it. “I think that thing’s going to give me nightmares.”

“Imagine what the whole tree will look like in a decade. Our kids will be traumatized.”

We both start laughing, then he realizes what I just said and sobers quickly.

“Kids, huh?” Cole sits back down next to me.

I shrug. “Maybe?” We’re nowhere near that topic of conversation in our relationship yet, but might as well put it out there for the future. “I remember you saying you want a bunch.”

He doesn’t look at me. “Yeah, I did.”

“Did… as in you don’t now?” My heart deflates a little.

“I’m not sure what I want,” he says quietly.

“Oh.” My stomach drops.

Cole tips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “But I know whatever it is, I want it with you.”

Tears fill my eyes and I blink them back. “I’ve either sprung a leak or I’m getting soft.” I widen my eyes so the tears don’t fall and push away the embarrassment of looking vulnerable and scared of rejection. “Get back, feelings. Stay on the inside.”

“It’s okay to show your emotions, Haley. I promise it won’t hurt you.”

I know he didn’t mean for it to happen, but his words hit like a crowbar. My feelings used to give my parents power over me. If they sensed a weak link in my armor, they’d pound on it until I caved and did whatever they wanted. Felt how they wanted me to feel. Said whatever they wanted me to say.

Cole’s the opposite. He sees my feelings as another way to support me. Lift me. Care for me.

“I know my feelings are safe with you.” Lacing my fingers with his, I lean back on the couch. “And you can celebrate your achievements and tell others about them, Mr. Architect. The other shoe won’t always drop. I promise.”

“Damn. You just had to call me out on that, huh?” Cole laughs. “Touché.”

Our food arrives, and while I grab it from the delivery guy, he makes a call.

“Hey, Dad. Guess what?”

Joy fills my heart as Cole tells his father about the Marine Life building, and the pride that erupts from the other end of the line is so loud that I can hear it from across the room.

Cole’s smile is huge. He runs a hand over his head, leaning back on the couch with his legs spread, and looks over at me. “Thanks, Dad.”

I try to keep quiet while plating our cheesesteaks in the kitchen. When Cole hangs up, I saunter over and hand him a plate. “Good job.”

He cocks a brow at me, his gaze slowly gliding up and down my body. “What’s my reward?”

“Clean your plate and I’ll give you dessert.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Always have. Always will.

As far as second chances go, ours is turning out pretty epic.

Later that night, I fall asleep in Cole’s arms, fantasizing about our future.

And praying nothing will fuck it up.