Chapter 2 Not A Single Word. Ever.

“So fucking sure.”

And that's all it takes. His mouth comes down hard on mine as he slides his tongue against mine. I moan into the kiss, hands moving over his back, nails pressing in as I pull him closer. He tastes like whiskey. His fingers twist in my hair, tugging enough to send heat through me.

We move toward the bed. His towel drops halfway there. I break the kiss to pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the ground.

“Fuck,” he mutters as his eyes move intensely over me. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He pushes me onto the mattress and follows, settling between my legs, his weight pressing me into the bed. His mouth moves down my neck, and he bites down lightly at my collarbone, then lower, sucking my nipple through my bra.

I arch up, gasping, hands gripping the sheets. "Fuck, yes, Cole... yes."

He chuckles slightly against my chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me that before.”

He unhooks my bra with one hand, his mouth still on my skin, licking and sucking until I'm moving under him. His other hand slides down my stomach, opens my shorts, and slips inside. I don’t need him to tell me before I know I'm wet. My panties have been dripping since the moment he stepped into the house. His fingers begin circling my clit with steady pressure as I push against his hand, arching my back to somehow get closer.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," he says against my breast, as he proceeds to slide one finger inside me, then two, and then curling them perfectly to hit that perfect spot.

"P-please… fuck, please don't stop," I stammer, moving my hips against his palm. He adds his thumb, and begins rubbing circles that make my vision see stars.

The orgasm hits from nowhere and I come hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He kisses me through it, muffling my sounds, his erection pressing against my thigh.

When I can breathe again, he pushes me onto my back and settles between my legs.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispers into my hair, kissing it lightly. Suddenly, he flips us over until I’m straddling him. “Ride me, baby. I want to watch you pleasure yourself on me.”

I move over him and using my hand, I place his tip at my entrance, then begin to sink down slowly, taking him inch by slow inch. The stretch feels intense, a mix of pain as pleasure as he fills me completely. We both moan when I'm fully seated, pausing for a second.

"Move," he commands with his hands on my hips.

I start slowly, trying to adjust to the new sensation of having something inside me, let alone something this big. As the pain begins to subside, I move a little faster, rolling my hips to find the right spots. His fingers dig into my skin, guiding me, eyes fixed where our bodies meet. A thin trail of sweat is covering his chest now and I lean forward to lick it off, biting his shoulder lightly.

I gasp as slams harder into me.

“Don’t fucking slow down!” he commands, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust.

The rhythm gets faster, skin slapping against skin, our breaths coming in hard pants. He sits up, wraps his arms around me, then changes the angle so he's deeper. I hold his shoulders, digging my nail into his shoulder as another orgasm builds.

"Come with me," he whispers against my mouth.

Before I can even nod, he's thrusting harder, one hand moving between us to rub my clit. It pushes me over the edge again and I struggle to stifle my screams, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Moments later he buries his face into my neck, groaning my name as he finishes inside me.

We fall back together breathing hard, our hearts pounding against each other. The mix of alcohol and satisfaction makes sleep come fast, and before long, everything goes dark.

~

I wake up to the feeling of the bed moving and the assault of light seeping through the curtains. Cole is already up, pulling on boxers with his back to me.

I stretch and smile. "Morning."

He turns, and his expression freezes in pure shock and panic. "Riley. Oh God, I thought it was just a dream."

I sit up, the sheet falling to my waist. "Cole–"

"Get out." His voice shakes but stays firm. "Now. Before Lena wakes up."

My stomach sinks. "Can't we at least talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about!" He runs a hand through his hair, pacing. "You're fucking nineteen. You’re my daughter's best friend. I was drunk, you were... Jesus, this was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake."

Tears burn my eyes, but I hold them back. "It wasn't. At least not for me.”

"Out." He points to the door, not meeting my eyes. "And this never happened. Understand?"

I dress quickly with trembling hands, my chest aching with every move. He turns away, staring out the window like he can’t even stand to look at me. When I’m done dressing, I turn to him one last time but he still doesn’t meet my eyes.

“Not a single word. Ever.” He says looking out the window. “This never happened… not even in your dreams.”

I turn quickly before the tears drop then leave the room and walk down the hall past Lena's closed door. The house feels empty and cold even with the remnants of party life strewn across the floor.

By the time I get home, I can't hold the tears back any longer and I let them fall. The man I’ve loved for five years just took my virginity then shut me out completely. And it hurts more than I thought it could.