Page 45 of Sinful Nights
“Fucking finally.”
“I knew it!”
“It’s about time.”
“Fuck, that’s hot as hell.”
Cole retreats slowly, placing one last kiss on my lips before turning to face everyone. “Oh, hey, did I forget to mention Oakley and I are dating?”
“Who got their head out of their ass first?” Jonas laughs, and Preston hits him in the chest. “What? It’s true. We’ve all seen it.”
“Apparently, everyone saw it but us. But we finally figured it out. Took us almost twenty damn years, but better late than never.” I say, squeezing Cole’s thigh. “Y’all could have helped us out, though,” I joke.
“Hey! I would like to point out that you wouldn’t be together if not for me,” Bash cuts in, waving his hand in the air. “So, you’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” Cole and I reply in unison.
“Damn, I love this little family of ours. We’re growing so much. I can’t wait to see who gets tied down next. We know for sure it’s not going to be me,” Declan tells everyone as he stands up and walks to the kitchen.
“We should take bets on who’s going to fall in love next,” Preston says, grabbing Jonas’ hand.
Everyone takes bets on who’s going to fall in love next. I throw out Tristan’s name because I don’t see either Bash or Declan settling down soon. I’d love for either of them to prove me wrong, though. The guys stay for another hour, finally taking off when Cole tells them it’s time for my birthday present. From the shit-eating grins on some faces, a few of them know what it’s going to be, and I can’t wait.
Cole closes the door behind Bash, then finds me in the kitchen, pushing his finger against my chest. “I want you to sit on the recliner, naked, and wait for me.”
“Okay,” I breathe, ripping my shirt over my head and heading for the couch. Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I take a spot on the recliner while Cole heads into his bedroom. He takes his sweet time; I have no idea what he’s doing in there. My body shivers from sitting naked for too long, and I start to get up to grab the blanket when music hits my ears.
Cole strides into the room,Birthday Sexby Jeremih, blaring through his Bluetooth speaker. He sets the speaker down as he walks toward me, my mind blown away by how fucking sexyhe looks. He’s wearing an emerald-green lace lingerie set with matching stockings and black high heels. Shaking his hips from side to side, he sways over until he reaches me.
Getting in my face, he plants a soft kiss on my lips before whispering, “Remember, no touching the dancers.”
I groan loudly, my dick already stone hard and leaking. Cole turns around, bending in front of me, showcasing his perfect ass cradled in the lace panties. My hands itch to reach out and touch him, but I want to enjoy this little game of his. I grip the armrest of the chair, forcing myself not to reach out for him. He shakes his ass, twerking in my face as he stays bent over. His fingers wrap around his ass, one finger slipping under the hem and moving it to the side. Just when I think I’m going to get a good look at his hole, he twists quickly, facing forward. His gaze drifts to my hand that’s inching closer to his body, and he tsks, walking around to the back of the chair.
“Keep your hands off. I promise it’ll be worth the wait,” he purrs in my ear, biting down on my earlobe.
“Hey, you said no touching,” I whine, grabbing hold of my dick. Fuck, I might blow before I get to lay a hand on him.
“No, I saidyoucan’t touch. I never said anything about me.”
“That’s so not fair,” I mutter, closing my eyes.
“But it’ll be so worth it.”
Cole strides back in front of me, climbing onto my lap. He gives me the most seductive lap dance I’ve ever seen. He’s grinding his body down on my dick roughly, rubbing against the lace. After driving me wild, Cole crawls off my lap, dancing in front of me. He finishes the song, both of us breathing heavily as he climbs back into my lap.
“Can I touch you now?” I beg, hoping he’ll give me the go-ahead to put my hands all over him.
“One second,” he hops off, running over to the table and grabbing the bottle of lube I didn’t even realize was there.
“Prepared, are we?” I joke, chuckling when he settles back onto my lap.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know what was going to happen. Or if you want, I can just go to bed,” he says, hiking his thumb in the direction of the bedrooms.
“Hell no,” I growl, pulling him closer to me. “I want to fuck you. While you’re wearing this.”
“God, I was hoping you would say that.”
Gripping him under the ass, I lifted him into the air. “I hope you don’t mind what I’m going to do. I’ll pay for a new pair.” Taking hold of the lace, I rip it apart, making space for my cock to fit. “Pour some lube on me, baby.”
