Hard & Fast (Rules to Break #1) (6 page)

I’m fascinated by the way his jeans bulge around his erection, at the way it seems to twitch in anticipation. I keep full eye contact with Cole as I undo his belt and unzip his jeans, yanking the heavy wet material down around his thick thighs until his cock bounces free. I take him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his shaft while looking up at him expectantly. He groans and his stomach clenches beneath his soaked shirt, his cock growing impossibly hard in my mouth. I lick and suck, revelling in every moan, every twitch of the beautiful man beneath me. His breaths are ragged, the hands tangled into my hair vibrating with the effort not to fuck my mouth hard and fast. When I think he’s going to explode from pleasure, I drag my mouth away and position myself on top of him, straddling his hips. I rub my slippery wetness over his dick.

“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.

He nods almost desperately, then gasps as I slide over him until his entire length is buried inside me. The blissful sensation of fullness and the feel of his naked cock inside me are almost too much, and I cry out. I move over him in rhythmic strokes, grinding my clit into him with each thrust until I’m delirious with pleasure. He holds my hips firmly in his grip, pulling me to him harder, faster, his hair mussed and his head tipped back to the stars. I’m fleetingly aware of my knees grinding into the cement, but I don’t care about the pain. All I care about is the heavy ache between my legs builds that builds until I completely fall apart. I come around him, trembling and gasping, completely obliterated. Cole’s body seizes up as he fills me with warmth. I collapse on top of him, and we lay half in, half out of the pool in blissful exhaustion, sweat mingling with the beads of water still pricking our damp bodies. Moonlight reflects off the pool, and my mind slips back to the club, to the way Cole made me look in the mirror while he fucked me. Cole likes to watch, I realize. I want him to take me to his bedroom. I want to see what we’d look like in those mirrors.

“You’re incredible,” he says.

I’ve never been that good at taking compliments, so I say nothing at all.

After a while, Cole gets up and finds us towels from the pool house, and we trail back inside, our bare feet slapping on the tile.

And that’s when I see it. Tea lights flicker between two place settings at the kitchen table.

“What’s this?” I ask.

Cole shrugs. “I made us dinner.”

I sputter for words. A million questions rush through my mind. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally ask.

“I asked if you were hungry.”

I shake my head. “Cole . . . it’s cold now.”

He shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”

I walk over to the table. Some sort of glazed dark meat topped with red sauce and dried cherries lay sliced across the plate, along with a potato dish that looks like something even fancier than my mom would make and roasted vegetables. No big deal.

“This is incredible.” I sit down and pick up a fork. “What is this?”

“Pan-seared venison with rosemary and dried cherries. It’s probably terrible.”

Cole’s always so sure of himself that I can help smiling at his insecurity. He watches tentatively as I take a bite.

“This . . .” I say around a mouthful of food. He raises his eyebrows. “Is. Incredible.”

Cole breaks into a grin and finally sits across from me.

“It’s my mom’s recipe,” he says.

“I love your mom,” I mutter around another mouthful of food. He chuckles.

“She’d like you, too, I think.”

For some reason, this embarrasses me, and I pretend I didn’t hear it.

Cole Dean made me dinner. Something blooms in my chest. When I look up and meet his eyes, Cole is smiling at me: not his big, public Cole Dean smile, or the devilish grin he uses to seduce me, but an earnest, sincere thing that makes his green sparkle with warmth. A smile just for me. It gets me to thinking that whatever crazy thing it is I’m feeling right now, maybe he feels it too.

Cole’s phone rings. I notice the name “Kenzie” flash across the screen before he gets up.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” He slips back through the patio doors.

I take another bite, and another. Cole’s silhouette paces around the pool deck outside, the phone pressed to his ear.

I wonder what they’re talking about. My stomach churns. Cole slips into the gym and closes the door behind him. Long minutes stretch out in silence. I finish my meal and lay down my fork. The tea lights grow dim, Cole’s plate untouched across from me. It’s been over half an hour.

Pressure builds behind my eyes. 

I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I even for a second thought that Cole making me dinner meant something. I’m just another lay to him. Cole has hordes of hot women around—why would he ever want to be with me? I should have stuck to my rules. Shouldn’t have humiliated myself like this.

I dump my plate in the sink, the utensils clashing loudly in the silence, and go upstairs to my room.

Chapter Six

Kate’s phone rings out in my ear. Maybe it’s because I smashed my own phone on the side of Cole’s pool not two hours ago and she doesn’t recognize the number. I’m using the phone Val gave me. And even that’s making me angry because the damn thing tethers me to Cole.

I’m pissed at Cole and I’m pissed at myself for being pissed at him. I’ve backed myself into such a corner taking this stupid job and I feel like a child having to sulk in my bedroom because I don’t even have my own place anymore.

Fuck him, and fuck everything. I sling the phone on the bed and take a scalding hot shower. As soon as I step out of the bathroom again, the phone rings. It’s Kate and I stare at it, because now she’s calling, I don’t know what to tell her.

I pull on some old clothes and answer it anyway.

“What’s with the new number?” she asks, when I tell her it’s me.

I sigh. “I broke my phone. This is the one Mr. Dean gave me.” Something else I can’t afford to replace.

“How’d the audition go?” she asks.

I don’t answer. I wanted that part so badly.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Rose. Shit, you were perfect for it too. Never mind. It will be a dumb show that we’ll never watch anyway. That’ll teach them to screw Rose Weatherston over. Tell me good things instead. How’s the job going? How’s the hottie boss?”

Usually Kate can drag my sorry ass into a better mood any day, but now I can’t bear to tell her just how epically I dropped the ball on this one.

“He’s . . . not the easiest to work for,” I say.

There’s a pause on the other end. “Is it really bad?”

I sigh and throw myself on the bed. “Yes. I have no money and I gave up my apartment, which I couldn’t even afford anyway and now I feel like shit about myself all the time. I can’t get anything right. I can’t get a part, I can’t do this job without . . .”

“Without what?” asks Kate.

Without having sex with my boss, I think. I can’t bring myself to say it though. Kate’s always admired my refusal to compromise myself to get a role and I can’t stand the idea of her thinking less of me on top of everything else.

“I’m so sorry, Rose. I never would have suggested it if I thought it would make you this unhappy.”

“It’s not your fault at all,” I say. “I needed a job. And it’s not that I’m unhappy. I’m just mad at myself and mad at the situation.” It hits me how angry I am. I’ve been strung along on call-backs only to be told I’m not quite right for the part; I’ve been outright told to do things I’m not comfortable doing to get parts. I even had someone suggest I get surgery. I’ve been frustrated over and over again, and right now I’m furious about it.

Kate and I talk for a few more minutes, but I can’t focus on anything. I need to run ten miles or punch the hell out something. At the end of the call, I assure her I’m okay, when really I feel like smashing everything I can see.

I pace the room and it feels smaller and smaller until I want to scream. It’s getting late when I hear Cole walk past. All this started the minute I came to work here. No wonder Val couldn’t wait to offload all her problems on me and make a break for it.

His bedroom door clicks and my fists clench. It’s his fault. My head’s a mess and my life’s a mess and I was okay before I came here, but now I’m not.

I fling my door open, no plan in my head, no idea what I’m going to say as I storm down the hall and throw his door open without knocking.

He’s naked, standing a little way from the bed, a surprised look on his face. The mirrors. God, I’d forgotten the mirrors, and how much I wanted to see us in them. Now I can see every angle, every ridge of muscle on his body.

His cock twitches at the sight of me, though I’m fully clothed in what I suddenly realize is a yoga pants and stretched out T-shirt combo that is decidedly unsexy.

I’m not powerless. Not at this second when instinct kicks in and my rage channels itself straight at him. I haven’t moved. Haven’t said a word, and yet he’s getting hard. The knowledge of how in control I am in this moment sends thrills through my body, tensing my stomach and lifting the fine hairs on my arms. So much of my life has felt out of my control. People telling me what do, telling me “no”. I want to be the boss for once.

I stay where I am and slide my pants down slowly over my hips and thighs. As I step out of them, I lift my T-shirt and discard that too. Cole takes a step towards me.

“Don’t fucking move,” I tell him. The black lace on my body stands out against my pale skin. I’m about to take it off, but when I reach for the clasp on the front of my bra and Cole licks his lower lip, I toy with the fastening instead.

“Do you want me to take this off?” I demand.

“Yes.” His voice is rough and I can see the desire in his eyes. His cock is erect and his hand moves to it.

“Don’t,” I snap.

I leave the bra on and instead drop my panties to the floor. It makes him suck in a breath.
Good
, I think.
I’m glad you want it so much
.

I step over to the bed and perch on the edge of it, directly in front of him. Leaning back on my hands, I open my legs slowly until they’re spread wide. His chest rises and falls faster and he steps forward.

“No.”

There’s a dangerous look in his eye, but he stops. His hands clench and unclench as though he’s trying to restrain himself. 

“Beg,” I say.

His jaw twitches. I wonder if Cole Dean has ever been told to beg for it before. I reach down and touch myself.

“Please, Rose,” he says.

“Not like that,” I tell him. “On your knees.”

My reflection comes into view as he steps forward and drops to his knees in front of me. My hair is down across my shoulders, my legs spread on either side of Cole. The muscles in his shoulders flex, and when I look at him, his eyes are on my fingers where they’re moving in circles.

“Please let me, Rose. Please.” His voice is so low I can barely hear, but his eyes are desperate and his hand hovers over his cock again.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself.” I run my fingers into his hair and pull him to me. Inches away, I tilt his head up to make him look me in the eye. “Slowly.”

I let him go and he leans in. I feel his breath, hot over my skin, then he runs his tongue, unbearably softly over my clit. I shudder, leaning back on my elbows. He groans onto my skin, sending delicious vibrations through me and then his mouth keeps moving, kissing, licking, teasing at me. I watch him in the mirror, watch my own body tense, breathing hard.

He reaches under my thighs, cradling my ass and pulling me into him and I cry out. It makes him work faster, his tongue dancing over hypersensitive skin. I fall back, breathless, all the pent up rage working its way into the coiled tension in my body. Cole sucks me into his mouth and my back arches off the bed, tensing, tensing, until I orgasm incredible waves of release.

When I open my eyes, Cole is kneeling over me on the bed, his muscles tight, his hair a sexy mess.  

“Rose.” His voice is ragged now. “I want you.”

I push up onto one elbow and we crash together, his mouth hot and urgent on mine. I run my hands hard over his back, his arms, his ass, his chest, everywhere except where I can feel his body begging me to. And I want to touch him and I want him inside me, I’m burning with the thought of it.

He slips a hand between my legs and groans.

“Please,” he begs. His body is straining to mine and he digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me close.

I let him get just near enough that he can feel how wet I am. His cock is hot and hard against me, pressing at my entrance until he cries out, “Rose, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Good,” I whisper. I push him away onto his back and kiss and bite my way down his chest. My mouth hovers over his dick and it pulses with how much he wants me. I smile his own wicked smile back up at him and when he realizes I’m not going to do it, he pushes himself up again. His muscles shift under me as he moves. I push my hands into his hair, kissing him hard, moving away every time he tries desperately to get inside me.

Over his shoulder, my reflection stares back at me, hair mussed, eyes filled with desire. I’ve never seen myself like this.

The image of my naked back and ass bounces back from the mirror wall behind me. Cole’s hands are on my hips, his skin dark against mine and I can see what I’m doing to him, the sheen of sweat on his body and the way he’s tensed under me.

“You like that?” he says in my ear. “You like the mirrors?”

He suddenly wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me up and moving me around so he’s behind me. It takes my breath away how strong he is.

“Watch,” he says, tilting my head to the side as he moves my legs apart. He’s frantic with wanting and I’m so wet I can’t hold him back any more. I see his hard length slide into me at the same time as I feel it.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he chokes out.

Cole’s eyes are wild, his hands pulling me back into him. I moan and he thrusts harder and harder until I can hardly hold myself up anymore. He leans forward, pulling me upright, his hands on my breasts as he adjusts his angle, fucking me over and over.

When he pushes me up against the mirror, my nipples touch the cold surface and I watch myself come, my hands clenching into fists as I explode.

I twist away from Cole and slide off the bed fast, sparing one look back at him as I walk away. His cock is hard and slick, his expression shocked.

“What’s the problem, Cole?” I say, as I open the door. “It’s just sex.”