On the Edge Page 5

  “Hey.” My words break the trance he seems to have gone into while looking at me.

  He pulls me closer to him and places a chaste kiss on my lips. It still sends my body into overdrive.

  “You kids have fun tonight,” Bruce says as he ushers us to the front door.

  Cole helps me into the back of an Escalade before getting in beside me.

  “Is Pete going on our date with us?” I ask when I see him in the driver’s seat.

  “Well, he won’t be far from us. You know how it is. I can’t be too careful, especially right now”

  A few weeks ago, I had no choice but to accept the guards because Cole had been worried about building tensions between the Knights and the Martins. It came to a head last week when the Martin family intercepted a drug shipment, which resulted in the death of two Knight employees. I know he’s right. It doesn’t bother me for Pete to tag along. In the last month, I’ve sort of gotten used to someone always being around. Justin or one of the other stooges keeps an eye on me at school, and I actually don’t mind Rocco, the guard assigned to me most of the time everywhere else. Drew and I are spending more time together than we have since he moved out. I love being close to my brother again.

  “You really do look beautiful,” Cole whispers in my ear.

  How does he manage to get so close? I never notice until he is right on top of me. He distracts me too much when I’m with him.

  ‘Thank you,” I say, my voice all breathless and shaky from the effect he has on me. He leans over to kiss me, and I respond but not fully. I don’t want us to make out in the car before the date even starts. I’m not going into a restaurant looking like I’ve just had sex. When Cole rests his hand on my thigh, I pull away and lean my head back.

  “Cole, in case I forget to tell you later, thank you for tonight. I just want you to know how much it means to me to go on my first real date.”

  “You’re welcome, baby.” His smile lights up his beautiful, blue eyes.

  The rest of the short ride is spent with us quietly talking about the little incident with Seth and my date with the little man tomorrow.

  “My little brother really loves you, Kitten.”

  “I know, and he is so damn cute that I can’t help but love him right back”

  We pull up outside a brick building on the corner of Main Street in Belmont. After Pete opens our door, Cole steps out, and then helps me out the car. I feel like royalty, walking up to the beautiful, beveled glass front door of the restaurant with Cole. I love that he’s brought me to a fancy Italian place. Italian is one of my favorite foods. The hostess escorts us to our table while Pete takes a seat at the bar. That way, he can keep an eye on us but not actually be part of our date. I love the deep reds and greens decorating the dining area, and a lit candle in the centerpiece of each table provides a warm, romantic ambience to the restaurant.

  After we order our meals, Cole slides his chair closer to mine. By the time the waiter brings our food, Cole’s stolen touches and sweet words have me feeling as if I’m floating on air. Although his veal parmesan looks delicious, one taste of my lasagna has my taste buds singing. I’ve never been the kind of girl who’s afraid to eat in front of a guy, and tonight’s date isn’t going to be any different.

  As we finish eating, a guy makes his way towards our table. It’s easy to tell by the look on Cole’s face that he isn’t happy about this, and I glance over to see Pete fully alert and talking on his cell phone.

  This does not look good.

  “Cole.” The dark haired stranger nods his head at Cole.

  If it weren’t for the fact that his voice makes me feel like someone is scratching nails across a chalkboard, I’d say he was good looking. I guess him to be about 6 foot and he works out some, but he has nothing on Cole.

  “Sal,” Cole replies tersely.

  Well, now I have a name for the stranger. I recognize it as being one of the Martins, and I hope this isn’t going to become a problem tonight, but it has the potential to be bad. The guy looks at me with a hooded, lust-filled stare, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

  “Are you going to introduce me to the pretty lady, Cole?” Sal asks.

  “We don’t need to be introduced,” I say without thinking.

  Coles smirks at my response, and then straightens his face before turning back to Sal.

  “Like the lady said, there’s no need for you to know who she is.”

  “Your girlfriend? Your hooker? A call girl? Amazing. How much did she cost you?” Sal says with a sneer on his face.

  “Excuse me, asshole? I’m no one’s whore, you fucking douchebag,” I say quietly but with force. He is pissing me off, but I’m trying to remember my manners in the restaurant. Pete begins making his way towards us. Cole clutches the table so hard that his knuckles turn white.

  “You need to control your whore,” Sal bites out towards Cole.

  “She is not a whore, fuck face.” Cole’s voice is a little too loud. The couples sitting closest to us turn to see what is going on.

  Drew enters the restaurant, comes to my side, and takes my elbow in his hand.

  “Let’s go.” I stand up to follow my brother.

  As we walk by, the asshole says, “Oh, she is very obedient.”

  I stop cold, my face reddening as my anger rises.

  “Oh, shit,” Drew mumbles in a quiet undertone. “Don’t, Kat. Don’t do whatever it is you want to do, please.”

  I start walking away again, but that guy just doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.

  “Cole, you have a good, little whore. Maybe I should buy her from you.”

  Before anyone has time to react, I turn on my heels and my fist flies into Sal’s face. He staggers backward.

  “Want to say anything else about me, asshat? I don’t need my boyfriend, my brother, or a bodyguard to take care of you.”

  Sal’s face twists from lust to anger in that moment.

  “You stupid cunt, do you know who I am?”

  “Do you think I care who you are? All I know is I was out on my first real date and you ruined it by being a dick.”

  Cole has moved up beside us with Pete flanking him. Drew never left my side. These guys are closing in and making a wall of protection between Sal and me. I want to shove my way through them and go after Sal again. Drew grabs me around the waist and drags me towards the door of the restaurant. Cole follows, but Pete stays behind to make sure Sal doesn’t come after us. The manager of the restaurant apologizes to Cole. I guess this is a Knight family business, based on the way the guy is kissing ass. It doesn’t matter. I’m so pissed that my date night is over and I find myself hating this Sal guy with a passion.

  ‘You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Drew’s exasperated tone shows he’s both amused and slightly pissed at my actions. I glance at my brother and a small smile crosses my face. That I have a temper is not something new, and Drew shouldn’t be surprised that I acted on impulse when I confronted Sal.

  “Fuck that, Drew. He isn’t calling me a whore, and then one of you guys defends me. He would think I’m weak.”

  “You’re a chick. It’s okay for a guy to think you’re weak.”

  “Not that asshole. I wasn’t letting him think I’m just some bimbo.”

  “Of course, you couldn’t. My sister, the badass,” Drew says, sounding a little exasperated.

  “Kitten!” Cole sounds very, very pissed right now. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “Oh, don’t you start, too. I’m not listening to any shit about it. That ass was not going to keep calling me a whore. Plus everyone saw it as me defending myself instead of you guys starting trouble, so you should be thanking me”

  “Fuck me! That was stupid. Hot, but stupid.”

  “Really¸ dude? My sister clocking Sal was hot?”

  “You would have thought so too if she weren't your sister.” By this time, Cole has pressed up against me. He lifts my hand, checking to make sure I didn’t hurt it when
I punched Sal in the face. I’m not going to say it didn’t hurt, but it’s not too bad. His other arm reaches around my waist and pulls me towards him.

  “Don’t do that shit again. Let us handle it.” Then he kisses me. Not a chaste kiss like the ones earlier, but a forceful one that pries my mouth open. His tongue dives in to explore, and naturally, I respond. I faintly hear a groan in the background. I don’t know how long it is before we break off, panting.

  “Come home with me tonight?” Cole asks.

  I just shake my head yes. I can’t talk yet. Drew and Pete stand by the Escalade waiting for us. I smile when I see the look of disgust on my brother’s face. As we walk closer, I smile at him.

  “It’s not that bad, Drew.”

  “I really don’t enjoy watching my sister make out with her boyfriend. It’s not high on my favorite things. I want you happy, don’t get me wrong. I just prefer not to see it.”

  I climb in the back of the car and Cole slides in close to me. As soon as the door shuts, his mouth is on mine again and we completely lose ourselves. I’m not even sure when Pete gets in the car and starts driving, but I’m thankful Drew has his own ride. I lose all track of time as we drive towards Cole’s house, which becomes abundantly clear when my brother saying, “Fuck me,” brings me out of my lust-induced haze.

  I turn to the open car door and see my brother looking sick. My legs are wrapped around Cole’s waist, and he has both hands up my shirt, cupping my breasts. All I can think to say is “Hi, Drew.”

  With a smirk on his face, Cole slowly pulls his hands out. Jerk face. I climb off Cole’s lap and make my way out of the car.

  “Jesus, Kat. Why didn’t you just screw him back there?” Drew snarks out.

  “Because he has five months before that happens,” I blurt without thought.

  “Wait, what?” Drew asks.

  Cole looks a little sheepish.

  “Um yeah, part of me agreeing to date him is he has to wait six months before I will sleep with him.”

  Drew laughs. “This is fucking priceless. My little sister has you pussy whipped.” Drew directs at Cole, who is now standing beside me. My brother nearly doubles over laughing. I sigh and slump against the SUV.

  “Laugh it up, asshole,” Cole says flatly.

  “Oh, I will,” he says between laughs, “Are y’all in for the night?”

  “Yes,” Cole replies tersely.

  “Pete, wanna go pick up our own pussy? You know, the ones who give it up?”

  “Don’t be a douche, Drew,” I say to my brother, getting pissed at him. I take Cole’s hand and begin tugging him towards the house. “Let’s leave the assholes.”

  Cole seems to be relaxing, despite my brother taunting him.

  “Pussy whipped!” Drew calls out.

  “Fuck off, man,” Cole shouts back.

  “Ignore my douche of a brother. He wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman,” I tell Cole, trying to make him feel better.

  It must work because he relaxes once again. As Drew and Pete leave, Cole leads me into the house. He locks the door behind us and throws his keys on the table by the door. He makes his way to the kitchen with me following him.

  “I’m sorry that shit slipped out with Drew,” I say, truly feeling bad.

  “Babe, I don’t care about that.”

  “I just feel bad. I really didn’t mean to blurt it out. It’s no one’s business but ours.”

  He grabs a beer out of the fridge, “Want one?”

  “No thanks,” I say, leaning against the counter and watching Cole intently.

  He opens the beer, takes a big drink from it, and then grabs me around the waist and pulls me hard into him. He leans in and I meet him halfway, eager to kiss him again. One hand rests softly on his chest while the fingers of my other hand hook into his belt loops, securing him against me. The counter presses into my lower back but not in a painful way. Cole gently lifts me and my hand slips from his waistband as he sits me on the counter. Spreading my knees apart, he nestles between my thighs. Despite the crap that went on with Drew, I’m still turned on. We kiss long and full of passion. Tonight will be a night where it is going to be hard for us to stop touching each other. How much longer will just the other’s hands be enough? How much longer before we move to oral sex and even that is not enough? I don’t know the answers, but I know it is only getting harder and harder to resist him.

  We break apart, chests heaving to draw in air.

  “Let’s go to bed,” Cole says huskily.

  I don’t reply. I just turn and head to his room. His eyes are on my ass as I walk up the stairs.

  When he closes the door to his bedroom, his voice breaks the silence, “Get naked. Now.”

  It takes a split second for me to comprehend what he is asking, no, demanding.

  “Cole,” I whisper.

  “Trust me, Kitten. I just want to taste you all over. You’re still safe,” he says, sending shivers down my spine.

  As I strip my shirt over my head, his eyes heat up and I tease him by slowly undressing the rest of the way. I sit on the side of the bed, slowly pull my boots off, and then stand back up to unbutton my jeans. When I stand there in nothing but my underwear, Cole groans.

  “Take it all off, Kitten.”

  I don’t hesitate. Soon, I’m completely naked, standing there in front of him. His eyes scan me from head to toe. I slowly back up until I’m lying on his bed, propped on my elbow. It is amazing how sexy I feel sprawled on the bed, my legs slightly apart to allow him a view of my glistening folds. Cole is still across the room, but his breathing has grown heavier and his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip, making me bite down on my own. He stalks across the room, coming for me in a very predatory manner, and I shake in anticipation. My body is on fire and he hasn’t even touched me. He just looks at me like I’m his last meal.

  He rips his shirt over his head, which reveals the obvious bulge in his jeans. I hiss in a breath as he moves closer, anticipating what he’s going to do to me. I know we won’t be having sex, but whatever happens will be the next best thing.

  Cole reaches down and yanks me to the end of the bed. The mix of pleasure and shock from his sudden movement draws a shuddering moan from me. His mouth crashes down on mine and, kneeling by me, he roughly grabs a breast, squeezing it hard, making me writhe in pure delight. Not a word is spoken as he fucks my mouth with his tongue, then moves his heated kisses down my jawline, my neck, my shoulders, and then stops to give each of my breasts attention. Bites and nibbles on my erect nipples put my mind in a trance. I’m lost in the sensations he produces in me. He takes me to the edge of a cliff and, just when I’m about to fall, he pulls me back.

  “Please!” I beg.

  “More.” I plead.

  “Now.” I sound as if I can’t speak more than one word sentences.

  Ignoring my words, he takes his time. His mouth has trailed down to the top of my feet where he places chaste kisses. He works his way back up, spreading my legs wider as his body moves between them. His eyes swim with lust. He stares back at me and a feral smile breaks out on his face as his lips press into my inner thigh. My breath hitches and my body arches off the bed at his touch. His hand comes up and pushes me back down on the bed, letting me know he is completely in control of all that is going on. I love it. I want more of it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves closer to where I want him.

  “Please,” I moan.

  “Please what, Kitten?” he asks in a low, hoarse voice, betraying how turned on he is.

  “Please eat me,” I scream. Oh, shit. I hope my brother isn’t back because he would have heard that. Hell, the whole neighborhood probably heard it.

  He gives a small chuckle before his warm breath fans across my sopping wet pussy. A little shiver travels through me. Soon, but almost not soon enough, he takes one long lick from the back of my pussy all the way to my clit and places openmouthed kisses there. I attempt to rock my body against him, but he is still holding me down on the
bed. He sucks my clit into his mouth, nibbling, and lightly biting, and then plunges a finger deep inside me. That is it. I shoot off like a cannon, screaming out his name as he sends me into some orgasmic subspace.

  He doesn’t stop though. His finger keeps a steady rhythm in and out of my cunt as he keeps sucking and licking my clit, building me up again. It shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t be able to have another orgasm so quickly, but he proves me wrong when he pulls away and says, “Come for me.”

  His mouth comes back to my clit and I explode all over his face. Once again, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he cleans my juices with his tongue. As he sucks all over me, his fingers withdraw and I watch with hooded eyes as he moans and sucks them into his mouth. This in turn makes me moan. I’m so spent, I’m not sure I can move.

  His slight bulge has grown into what has to be a painful one, but he makes no complaints. I push up off the bed as he moves back down, and when I’m sitting up, I pop the button of his jeans, and yank the zipper down, giving him some relief. His cock throbs as my hand grazes across it before I slowly pull his jeans down.

  “Fuck.” Impatient, he wiggles and kicks his jeans across the room. Since he has gone commando tonight, his erection stands at full attention level with my face. Before I can stop myself, I take every inch of him in my hand, and slowly stroke him. I love the way his velvety girth feels. His eyes are half closed. He likes what I’m doing to him, and his body shifts closer. That is just what I need.

  Hollowing my cheeks, I slip the head of his dick into my mouth, but I don’t stop there. I take him all the way in, only letting my tongue briefly flick out across the tip. He jerks at my touch. I suck him down, drawing every bit of him into my mouth while I gently squeeze his balls.

  He grits his teeth in his fight to keep control. I start to pull off him and tell him to let go and fuck my mouth so I can taste him. Before I can, a hand roughly latches to my head, grabbing my hair and deeply tangling into my locks. Holding onto me, he takes over, thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth. I can tell he is close by the way he trembles. I thank God for no gag reflex when his tip pushes against the back of my throat. I take all of him, sucking, swallowing, and licking. I want him to fuck my mouth. I want to have his cum shoot down my throat. It’s not long before he groans out my name and fulfills my wish. As several shots go down my throat, I swallow all of it and then continue lightly sucking and licking him while he softens in my mouth. When he pulls out, I lick up all traces of his cum.