Cole (8 page)

Chapter 16

Kensington

I lived on a beautiful vineyard, in a big, wonderful house, but the King Estate was a whole other dimension of lavish. Just past the gates, an impossibly long driveway lined by lush jacaranda trees led up to a mansion that was the size of a small city.

“Wow. Of course, I knew that Nicky King wouldn’t be living in a hovel. I just have never seen anything quite so magnificent.”

“It’s big,” Cole shrugged. “The funny thing is, we spend most of our time in the kitchen, television room and our own bedrooms. The rest of the house is just extra space. I swear there are rooms that I haven’t seen or stepped into in years. Dad’s been thinking about downsizing. Finley and Rett stay here most of the time, but Jude and Eden live near their colleges. I usually end up near the construction site. And Dad is rarely home. He’s in Europe right now with some friends. Fin and Rett are traveling up north to rescue two horses that had been left out in a dry field to starve to death. They’ll be back on Sunday.” Cole drove his truck up to the top of the driveway and pulled into a garage.

“Your sister is awesome with all the help she’s giving to abused farm animals.”

“She’s annoying, but I love her. Just to warn you, she has spoiled the hell out of her pig.” Cole liked to pretend that his siblings were nuisances, but there was always a gleam of pride in his eyes when he talked about either of them.

We climbed out of the truck, and Cole grabbed the bag I’d packed myself.

We headed toward the polished front doors. “Do you like dogs?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t like dogs?”

“Butch and Sundance are really big, and they drool a lot.” He opened the door. We were immediately greeted by two massive Irish Wolfhounds.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve only seen this breed in pictures. They are like lions.” I gave each dog a hearty rub and glanced around, hoping to see Some Pig.

“If you’re looking for the four-footed ham, he’s probably taking a nap in Finley’s room.” He threw my bag over his shoulder. “We can go wake him after we take your things up to my room.” He paused before heading to the stairs. “Or we have a couple guest rooms, if you prefer.”

“Guest rooms sound lonely and boring.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer for a kiss. “What kind of host would I be if I left my guest bored and lonely? I’m glad you came.” He took my hand and led me up the massive double staircase to a long hallway. Paintings and table top sculptures were strategically placed along the corridor. A long intricately woven rug lined the long hallway. We reached a door and he opened it.

The bedroom was the size of a small house, complete with a giant flat screen television and sitting area with leather chairs and a couch. A giant window looked out over a pool that seemed to stretch on like a lake. I looked around. “Impressive and clean. Somehow I pictured a trail of dirty socks and empty potato chip bags.”

“Nope, as you can see I keep my room clean.”

“You mean the housekeeper keeps it clean.”

“Yep. And if she didn’t, you’d find dirty socks and probably a few chip bags. In fact, when I was young, my dad decided to teach me a lesson. He told the housekeeper not to touch the room until I started picking up after myself.” He placed my bag on one of the chairs. “It backfired on him though. Turned out, I didn’t really mind the mess. In fact, I kind of enjoyed those few months of freedom where no one came in and moved my stuff around. Place just about needed fumigation afterward. Now I’m rarely here, so the room stays pretty much untouched.”

I walked to the window and looked out over the grounds. There was a large stretch of grass, fruit trees, rose gardens and tennis courts. “Don’t you miss this place when you’re not here?”

He walked up behind me. I could feel the heat of his body. “I’m one of those guys who can lay his head anywhere to sleep. Doesn’t matter if I’m in this bedroom or in a tent. It’s not the surroundings I look forward to, it’s the people.” His arms went around my waist and his chest pressed against my back. “I definitely miss the time when Fin, Jude and I all lived here together. We fought of course, but we had an awesome fucking childhood. Most of the time, our nannies would just let us do whatever. It’s pretty hard to keep track of three kids in a place this big. Whenever Dad got back from a concert tour, this place would be filled with parties. But the three of us always liked it best when it was just my dad hanging around and doing dad stuff.”

I spun around in his arms. “See, that’s what I like about you. Even with all this, you’re exceptionally normal.”

“If that isn’t just what a guy wants to hear when he’s holding a beautiful woman in his arms.” He kissed me. “Is there anything else you like about me?”

I wriggled closer to him and could already feel his erection pressing against my belly. “I could probably find a few other things if I thought
long and hard
enough.”

He reached up and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “You have a way with words, Kensington Modante.” His hand dropped to my waist, and he reached up beneath my shirt and smoothed his palm over my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my mouth against his. It took only seconds and parting intermittently from our kiss to strip naked.

“Cannot fucking get enough of you, Kensie,” he muttered against my mouth.

“It’s all part of my plan,” I said softly.

“Your plan’s working.” He turned me around and pressed my hands on the windowsill. My eyes drifted shut catching only glimpses of the lush scenery below. The world beyond washed into a colorful blur as he left a trail of hot kisses down my back. I sucked in a stunned breath as I felt him kneel down behind me. His mouth pressed against the bare skin of my bottom.

I held tightly to the windowsill as he gently spread my legs wider. He reached around and slid his fingers through the moist folds of my pussy, pushing my ass out farther to meet his mouth. “Do you like this, baby?” His mouth vibrated against my tender flesh as he spoke.

“Yes,” I uttered on a long breath. My head felt filled with air as he pushed his tongue inside of me. His thumb stroked my clit as his tongue probed deeper. My entire body and mind were centered around my pussy as he coaxed me closer to orgasm.

Cole was skilled and knew just where to touch. I jutted my bottom out farther, pleading silently for more. I squeezed my thighs shut around his hand as he continued to massage my clit. My arms shook as I braced myself against the window ledge. Sunshine poured through the window pane and wrapped my body in its comforting warmth. The pressure of Cole’s tongue made me clench tighter. Seconds later, my body quivered in pulsating waves, and my pussy clamped deliciously around the onslaught of his tongue and hand.

“Cole,” I sighed breathlessly. I could barely keep myself upright as my body shook with the exquisite feel of it.

He stood and wrapped his arms around me and lowered his mouth to my ear. “That was the first of many,” he promised. My mind was still in a haze as he spoke. I’d never been with any man who knew my body so intimately. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted. And I wanted him. Everything about the man had me trembling. As much as I’d tried to keep my head on my shoulders, it seemed Cole knew just what to do and say to make that impossible.

“After tasting you and hearing you say my name, I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” Cole grabbed a condom from his nightstand, took my hand and led me to the small couch in the sitting area of his bedroom. He sat down and dragged his heated gaze over my body, finally stopping to study my face as I straddled his lap.

My pulse had just slowed from the last orgasm, and I found it racing again, trying to keep pace with my heart and my breathing as I slid down over Cole’s erection.

His eyes drifted shut and his head lolled back against the couch as he took hold of my hips to guide me over him. “God, baby, you fit me so perfectly,” he growled. “Like we were fucking made for each other.”

I wrapped my arms around his head and his face pressed against me. He teased my nipples with his mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. I squeezed myself tighter around his cock, and he groaned in appreciation.

“Yeah, sweetie, just like that, hold me like a fucking glove. You are something else, Kensington. Don’t ever want this to stop.”

I rose and fell over him, his strong hands held my bottom bracing me against him as he impaled me over and over again. I ground my hips forward, causing my clit to rub against him, bringing me again to that exquisite ledge, the last moment of clarity before my body and mind dissolved into pure pleasure.

I lifted my hands and braced them against his hard shoulders as my movements sped up. He met me with an upward thrust that pushed his cock so deep he seemed to be reaching pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. Each movement made me contract my pussy around him. I wanted to hold him there inside of me forever.

His fingers pushed harder into my flesh as he strengthened his grip on me. His hazel eyes were dark green and unfocused as he gazed up at me. “You first, baby. I want to be deep inside of you when you come.”

My legs shook from fatigue as I contracted my muscles and moved over him in a frenzied rhythm. He met my body each time, rocking deeper inside of me, reaching those secret spots of ecstasy.

I gripped his shoulders and tried to keep myself from melting into a trembling puddle. The wild sensations of an orgasm started inside my pussy and I clenched around him as I whimpered at the intensity of it. I was as weak as a rag doll as he tightened his grip on my ass.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby.” His head dropped back, and he continued pumping his cock inside of me as he came.

His hold on me softened. I folded against him and pressed my face against his neck. His arms went around me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was still reeling from the sex and hoping he was feeling the same way. In the midst of it all, he’d said we fit each other perfectly. I felt it too, as if I’d finally found a match. I knew it was too early, and my luck with men never went this smoothly. Still I couldn’t help but feel that this was what I’d been waiting for.

“Best babysitting job I’ve ever had.” I wriggled my body closer to his.

“Yep. Not that I’ve ever had to babysit.” He paused. “Although I have had my share of fun with a babysitter on a couch.” I was about to huff in disgust but he hugged me tighter. “None as hot as you though.”

“Right. And I almost believe you.”

A strange tapping sound at his bedroom door startled me. I climbed off his lap.

“That would be Some Pig.” He stood up and walked to the bathroom.

I jumped up, gathered my clothes and started getting dressed.

Cole walked out of the bathroom. “We must have woken him from his late morning nap. Or this might have been his early afternoon beauty rest. He has a busy schedule.” He stopped and watched me. “I was just going to suggest that we stay naked all weekend. I told Dad to give the housekeeper and chef the weekend off with that plan stuck firmly in my mind. You, me and lots of nakedness all damn weekend.”

His plan didn’t stop me from pulling my jeans on. “I don’t want to be naked when I meet him.”

He stayed frozen to the spot watching me with what seemed to be equal parts irritation and amusement. “He’s a pig. Yes, he wears clothes and struts around here like he owns the place, which he sort of does, but he’s still a pig.”

Tiny hooves tapped at the door again. I pulled on my bra. “I know it sounds kooky.” I waved for him to open it.

He moved toward the door and stopped. “Sure you don’t want to brush your hair and apply a little lipstick first? After all, Some Pig is sort of critical about appearances.”

“Now you’re just being a boob. Hurry, so he doesn’t think we’re ignoring him.”

“No wonder you and Finley hit it off so well.” He opened the door. I heard a soft snort in the hallway. “You’d better have a good reason for knocking at my door, pork chop. Two minutes ago there was a naked woman in my room. Now she’s dressed, and it’s your fault.”

Cole stepped aside. The tiny rhythmic tapping of hooves on hardwood echoed through the room. Some Pig was mostly white with big black splotches like a paint horse. His portly upper half was covered with a black t-shirt that had ‘Got Vegan’ printed in pink letters on the back. His snout shifted from side to side in the air. He stopped to check me out before moving any closer.

“I’m in love.” I stooped down. Some Pig hesitated only a second before trotting toward me. He snorted happily as I scratched his neck. “You are adorable.”

“Jeez, that pig’s head is going to blow up and explode one day with the way you girls fawn over him.” Cole crouched down next us, and Some Pig immediately snuggled against him.

I smiled. “Looks like you’ve been doing some fawning yourself. He loves you.”

“Yeah, well even though he leaves nose prints on the glass doors and
hogs
the television set and steals your food when you’re not looking, he’s still a big part of the family.” Cole glanced up. “And, damn if he isn’t a great asset when you’re trying to charm a girl. You are charmed, right?”

I reached over and rubbed some of my lipstick off Cole’s mouth with my thumb. The gesture made him smile. “Never knew this was possible, but I am ridiculously charmed, Cole King.”

Chapter 17

Cole

I leaned back on my elbows on the grassy slope. Kensington and I had walked Some Pig out to the lawn for some exercise and sun. Notorious round bellied flirt that he was, it had only taken the pig seconds to win over another female heart. I had to remind Kensington that even though I wasn’t nearly as cute, I was still the better kisser. Or at least I hoped that was the case.

Kensington ran across the grass laughing wildly as Some Pig trotted enthusiastically behind her.

“Now I’m sure he likes you. He rarely puts that much energy into his step unless there’s a plate of nachos at the end of it.”

Kensington stopped to pat him on the head. “I still can’t believe he eats nachos. Does he like jalapenos?”

“As long as they’re not too hot.”

Kensington put out her arms and twirled around, with her face toward the sun. She was a fucking pleasure to watch no matter what she was doing. Her long legs, the curve of her small waist, her long, silky neck, there wasn’t an inch of her that I hadn’t already memorized.

She stopped and swayed a second until the Earth stopped moving around her. “This is a great yard.” She stretched her arms up in the air and did three cartwheels across the grass. Some Pig watched but quickly realized that that particular move was out of his depth. He settled for rooting around in the grass for goodies to eat.

My phone rang and I fished it out of my pocket. It was Jude.

“What’s up?”

“Hey, ass-bro, what are you up to?” I could hear people talking in the background. “I’m waiting for Eden outside the college library. I was just bored enough to call you.”

“Yeah, thanks. How come you didn’t go into the library with her? You afraid you’ll burst into flames or something?” Kensington squealed with laughter as she and Some Pig started up another game of tag. Some Pig snorted happily.

“Funny. Where you at? That sounded like the walking ham. Are you at Dad’s?”

“Yep. Kensington and I are pig sitting.”

“Kensington?” He paused. “Is that the hot Cinder wench you were drooling over at the party? You brought her out there? Must be serious. Or, in your case, must be one step above a one night stand.”

“Fuck off, Jude. Besides, this girl—she’s—I don’t know. But you’re going to make fun of anything I say, so I’m not going to say any more.”

He laughed. “Well, bloody fucking hell, Cole King has his balls in a twist over some chick. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“See, I didn’t even have to say any more. Just leave it alone.”

“Shit, Cole, are you kidding? Didn’t you bust my chops for weeks because I was going batshit crazy for Eden? No way. It’s time for some payback.” A stream of voices passed him. “The library is closing, so Eden’ll be out soon. But I think we should drop by, and you know, embarrass the hell out of you and shit.”

“Don’t even fucking bother.”

“Here comes, Eden. I’ll catch you later. I guess we’ll leave you to your romantic pig sitting weekend. But watch out—you know Some Pig can sweep any unsuspecting girl right off her feet. Or is she one of those girls like that chick, Hannah, who used to scream and jump up on the couch when Some Pig walked through the room? Man, you sure do pick some winners.”

“Yeah, Hannah was special, I’ll give you that. But Kensington isn’t like that at all. She’s out on the grass playing chase with Some Pig as we speak. Pretty sure he’ll be crawling in between us if we sit down to watch television tonight.”

Jude’s voice drifted away from the speaker. “I’m talking to Cole. He’s met a girl.”

“Is that unusual?” Eden asked. “Hi Cole,” she spoke into the phone. “Great Halloween party.”

“That’s who Cole’s with. Cinderella from the party.”

“Oh, she was great,” Eden said loud enough for me to hear. Jude was now having a side conversation off the phone, something that always annoyed me.

“I’m going to let you two finish talking,” I said. “Catch you later.”

“Yeah, all right. Hey, it sounds as if you really like her, so try not to scare her off too fast.”

“You forget, Jude, you’re the scary King brother. I’m fucking Prince Charming to your Voldemort. See you later.”

“Later.”

Kensington’s long legs carried her across the lawn to me. Not only was she amazing to look at, but she moved with the grace of a dancer or an athlete. It was easy to see why she was good at sports. She was not one of those soft, pampered girls. That made her even more intriguing. And the fact that she was damn fun in bed didn’t hurt either. Shit, who was I kidding? She stole my fucking breath away just thinking about her. 

Kensington plunked down next to me. Some Pig trotted right over and sat down in front of her. “Well, it’s settled. I have to have one. But I’m sure they’re not all this cool.” She reached up to stroke the animal’s head. “Why Some Pig? I vaguely remember that from Charlotte’s Web, right?”

“Yes it is,” I said unable to stop the eye roll. “According to the pet psychic that was what he wanted to be named after watching the movie.”

She stared over at me with a grin, apparently thinking I was kidding. I wasn’t.

“Interesting. A little crazy but I’m sure animals have way more feelings and emotions than we give them credit for.”

I leaned back on the grass, and Kensington followed. Just lying next to her in the middle of the lawn, under the afternoon sun, all I could think about was pulling her into my arms. “What should we do now? We could turn on the hot tub and take a soak.” I rolled over and draped my arms around her waist. “Preferably naked.”

She rolled toward me. Some Pig immediately tried to squirm between us.

“Damn, this pig has a major crush on you already. You’re smarter than you look, buddy. Now get the hell out of the way.” I gave him a little push, but he squeezed right back in. “Determination, you’ve got to admire the stout, little guy for it. What about that skinny dip?”

She laughed. “Speaking of determination.” She lifted her green gaze to my face and a tug in my chest assured me this girl was already working her way into my heart. Wasn’t sure how to react to it. It was such a foreign feeling. “I think a dip in the hot tub would be very nice.”

Against Some Pig’s soft snorts of protest, I pulled Kensington closer. “Trust me, very nice was not what I had in mind.” I got up and lowered my hand for her, popping her to her feet.

We strolled back to the pool area with our short-legged companion following closely at Kensington’s heels. Finley had a theory that animals were always the best judge of human character. Always knew my sister was a genius.