Under Pressure
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He moves faster, penetrating deeper, creating a friction that has my inner muscles spasming and my thoughts spiraling out of control. Pleasure gathers and comes to a peak.
“I feel you,” he whispers. “You’re tightening around my cock, and it feels so fucking good, baby.”
Every muscle in my body begins convulsing, as I shut my eyes and come all over his cock. My body trembles, shakes, and shudders as I moan in complete bliss.
“Fuuuck,” he murmurs into my mouth. “You are so hot.”
He slams into me, once, twice, then stills, spurting his hot cum high inside me. I squeeze around him, not wanting to lose a drop. He buries his face in my neck, his deep rhythmic breaths scorching my flesh as he pants. We both breathe together, cocooned against each other, and after a moment he lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine. One big hand goes to my hair, and he leans close, smoothing it from my forehead. Another soft kiss brushes my lips, warm, sensual…soul-stirring. My heart pounds so hard with the love I feel for him, I’m sure he can feel it.
“Did that work?” he asks, as his lips continue to brush gently over mine.
“Did what work?”
He grins. “Did all that kissing, and, you know, the sex and orgasms help distract you from the storm?”
“Storm?” is all I can manage to say, my post-orgasm brain still not working.
He laughs and falls into the bed beside me. “Guess so. We’ll have to remember this game, Reesey Piecey.”
Game?
Oh, right, I asked him to play a game with me. So, this wasn’t lovemaking, after all.
It was just a sexy distraction.
Chapter Eight
Cole
Sitting in the cramped airplane as we approach the JFK runway, I steal a glance at Reese, and my heart squeezes so tight I can barely breathe.
She loves me.
I know her better than she knows herself, and I’ve been so goddamn caught up in my thoughts, so worried about losing her, that I haven’t been thinking clearly. But what I realized last night as we lost ourselves in each other is that little Reesey Piecey fucking loves me.
She fucking loves me.
And now I finally get it. She’s pushing me away on purpose. I love her for it. I really do. I love that she thinks she’s doing what is best for me. But what she doesn’t understand is just how much I love her, too, and nothing is more important to me than being with her, taking care of her, making her happy.
After she’d told me to leave, she said she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Fine, I won’t talk about it, but I damn well plan to show her what she means to me, because no fucking way am I walking away from this without a fight. I plan to win, and the only way I’m going down is if she’s beneath me.
During the long flight, I thought through everything that had happened over the last week, and the whole damn time I couldn’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off my face. From the seat beside me, Reese kept casting curious glances my way. She probably thought I was excited about getting home so I could head back to Colorado. But this adventure, and me tagging along with her, had to be about getting the two of us together. Whoever set it up had to know how we felt about each other. Heck, I watched the shark dive video this morning when packing, and anyone who looks at us can surely see what we feel for each other. It’s in the way we gaze at each other, in our body language.
I just need to figure out a way to show her how much I care, and how she is way more important to me than some job in Colorado, and that I really came home because I couldn’t stay away for one more agonizing minute.
Can I make her believe that?
After we land, we exit the plane and make our way to our luggage. As we stand there waiting, Reese yawns and my phone pings. I rub my tired eyes and read the text from my brother, who’s coming home next week for his high school reunion. Deciding to respond later, I shove my phone into my pocket, grab our luggage from the carousel, and follow Reese out into the dark night.
I hail a cab and climb in beside her. She’s been so quiet, so out of sorts, that all I want to do is pull her into my arms and tell her everything will be all right. At least, I hope it will be. I hope the plan I’ve been mulling over will make everything right between us. If it doesn’t, well… Nope. Stop. Not even going there. It has to work. Simple as that.
I give the cabbie Reese’s address, and when he finally pulls up to her condo, I open my door. She touches my hand to stop me.
“It’s okay. I’ve got this.”
“So do I.”
“Cole, I can take care of myself,” she says.
“I know you can. But if you think I’m letting you out on the sidewalk in the middle of the night, you don’t know me at all. Now, come on. I am walking you to your door.”
“Fine,” she says. “Bossy much?” she adds under her breath.
I ignore the jibe because I know she’s trying so hard to show me her independence so that I won’t worry about her. I do know she can take care of herself. But goddammit, I want to take care of her. In fact, I want us to take care of each other, rely on each other, like two people who love each other should do.
I grab her luggage and follow her up the steps to her place. She unlocks the door and stands there for a second like she’s not sure what to do next. Coming to her rescue, I drop a soft kiss onto the top of her head. “Night,” I say.
She spins around. “Cole.”
“Yeah?”
She goes quiet for a long time, shifting from one foot to the other. “Hate you.”
I can’t help but grin. “I know.”
Chapter Nine
Reese
One long week has passed since we arrived home, and I’ve been going to work like a zombie and locking myself into my condo at night, wallowing in my own misery. Why did I think I could have sex with Cole and still be friends?
Stupid, stupid girl.
I look at my suitcase, which is still lying on the floor in the front entrance. I haven’t even emptied it or washed the clothes that have Cole’s scent on them. Oh, God, how could I have messed things up so badly?
Forcing myself up from the sofa and away from the ice cream that has become my best friend over the last week, I pad across the room and unzip the suitcase. The shark diving video falls out.
“How the heck did this get in my bag?”
Okay, great, now I’m talking to myself. I’m in worse shape than I thought. I shake my head and look at the disc. Maybe the laundry could wait. I walk over to the DVD, pop the disc in, and reach for my ice cream as I plunk back down on my comfy sofa.
“I feel you,” he whispers. “You’re tightening around my cock, and it feels so fucking good, baby.”
Every muscle in my body begins convulsing, as I shut my eyes and come all over his cock. My body trembles, shakes, and shudders as I moan in complete bliss.
“Fuuuck,” he murmurs into my mouth. “You are so hot.”
He slams into me, once, twice, then stills, spurting his hot cum high inside me. I squeeze around him, not wanting to lose a drop. He buries his face in my neck, his deep rhythmic breaths scorching my flesh as he pants. We both breathe together, cocooned against each other, and after a moment he lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine. One big hand goes to my hair, and he leans close, smoothing it from my forehead. Another soft kiss brushes my lips, warm, sensual…soul-stirring. My heart pounds so hard with the love I feel for him, I’m sure he can feel it.
“Did that work?” he asks, as his lips continue to brush gently over mine.
“Did what work?”
He grins. “Did all that kissing, and, you know, the sex and orgasms help distract you from the storm?”
“Storm?” is all I can manage to say, my post-orgasm brain still not working.
He laughs and falls into the bed beside me. “Guess so. We’ll have to remember this game, Reesey Piecey.”
Game?
Oh, right, I asked him to play a game with me. So, this wasn’t lovemaking, after all.
It was just a sexy distraction.
Chapter Eight
Cole
Sitting in the cramped airplane as we approach the JFK runway, I steal a glance at Reese, and my heart squeezes so tight I can barely breathe.
She loves me.
I know her better than she knows herself, and I’ve been so goddamn caught up in my thoughts, so worried about losing her, that I haven’t been thinking clearly. But what I realized last night as we lost ourselves in each other is that little Reesey Piecey fucking loves me.
She fucking loves me.
And now I finally get it. She’s pushing me away on purpose. I love her for it. I really do. I love that she thinks she’s doing what is best for me. But what she doesn’t understand is just how much I love her, too, and nothing is more important to me than being with her, taking care of her, making her happy.
After she’d told me to leave, she said she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Fine, I won’t talk about it, but I damn well plan to show her what she means to me, because no fucking way am I walking away from this without a fight. I plan to win, and the only way I’m going down is if she’s beneath me.
During the long flight, I thought through everything that had happened over the last week, and the whole damn time I couldn’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off my face. From the seat beside me, Reese kept casting curious glances my way. She probably thought I was excited about getting home so I could head back to Colorado. But this adventure, and me tagging along with her, had to be about getting the two of us together. Whoever set it up had to know how we felt about each other. Heck, I watched the shark dive video this morning when packing, and anyone who looks at us can surely see what we feel for each other. It’s in the way we gaze at each other, in our body language.
I just need to figure out a way to show her how much I care, and how she is way more important to me than some job in Colorado, and that I really came home because I couldn’t stay away for one more agonizing minute.
Can I make her believe that?
After we land, we exit the plane and make our way to our luggage. As we stand there waiting, Reese yawns and my phone pings. I rub my tired eyes and read the text from my brother, who’s coming home next week for his high school reunion. Deciding to respond later, I shove my phone into my pocket, grab our luggage from the carousel, and follow Reese out into the dark night.
I hail a cab and climb in beside her. She’s been so quiet, so out of sorts, that all I want to do is pull her into my arms and tell her everything will be all right. At least, I hope it will be. I hope the plan I’ve been mulling over will make everything right between us. If it doesn’t, well… Nope. Stop. Not even going there. It has to work. Simple as that.
I give the cabbie Reese’s address, and when he finally pulls up to her condo, I open my door. She touches my hand to stop me.
“It’s okay. I’ve got this.”
“So do I.”
“Cole, I can take care of myself,” she says.
“I know you can. But if you think I’m letting you out on the sidewalk in the middle of the night, you don’t know me at all. Now, come on. I am walking you to your door.”
“Fine,” she says. “Bossy much?” she adds under her breath.
I ignore the jibe because I know she’s trying so hard to show me her independence so that I won’t worry about her. I do know she can take care of herself. But goddammit, I want to take care of her. In fact, I want us to take care of each other, rely on each other, like two people who love each other should do.
I grab her luggage and follow her up the steps to her place. She unlocks the door and stands there for a second like she’s not sure what to do next. Coming to her rescue, I drop a soft kiss onto the top of her head. “Night,” I say.
She spins around. “Cole.”
“Yeah?”
She goes quiet for a long time, shifting from one foot to the other. “Hate you.”
I can’t help but grin. “I know.”
Chapter Nine
Reese
One long week has passed since we arrived home, and I’ve been going to work like a zombie and locking myself into my condo at night, wallowing in my own misery. Why did I think I could have sex with Cole and still be friends?
Stupid, stupid girl.
I look at my suitcase, which is still lying on the floor in the front entrance. I haven’t even emptied it or washed the clothes that have Cole’s scent on them. Oh, God, how could I have messed things up so badly?
Forcing myself up from the sofa and away from the ice cream that has become my best friend over the last week, I pad across the room and unzip the suitcase. The shark diving video falls out.
“How the heck did this get in my bag?”
Okay, great, now I’m talking to myself. I’m in worse shape than I thought. I shake my head and look at the disc. Maybe the laundry could wait. I walk over to the DVD, pop the disc in, and reach for my ice cream as I plunk back down on my comfy sofa.
