Raising her hands back above her head, she gripped the rung, and became aware of the way it pushed her bra-covered breasts up even higher and closer together. She noticed Cole’s eyes zoom in on them, which in turn made him fuck his hand a little bit faster.

“Put your right leg up on the bottom rung Rachel.”

In doing so, the position now spread her wide open, so he could see everything. As his eyes swept from her face, down her body, to where her sex was glistening and no doubt causing her piercing to twinkle and shine, she felt her pussy clench from his visual caress.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he rose on his knees for a closer inspection.

From the position she was in, Rachel could see the top of his blond head as he leaned in and placed his mouth on her lower abdomen between her navel piercing and the top of her pelvic mound. She sucked in a breath as he scraped his teeth against her flesh.

When he turned his face up to look her in the eye, Rachel knew that whatever he was about to do to her was going to blow her fucking mind.

* * *

Still down on his knees, Cole released his cock, and reached out to press his palm flat against her raised thigh, holding her in place. “I’m going to put my tongue on you, and then I’m going to put it inside you. You are not going to say one damn thing if you want me to replace it with my cock. Understood?”

Licking his top lip, Cole waited for her response. Her beautiful breasts heaved with agitation from being confined in the last sexy piece of lace covering her, and as she closed her eyes and moved her head in the worldwide signal of yes, Cole leaned in and wrapped his lips around the top stud of her piercing. He heard a strangled moan get trapped in the back of her throat as her hips bucked forward toward him. Groaning around the silver ball, Cole stroked it with the tip of his tongue.

The taste of her flooded his senses, and his fingers dug into the soft skin of the thigh he was holding out of his way. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her other leg, the one holding her up, shaking, and he felt his lips spread into a smile against her vertical piece of jewelry. Glancing up at her, Cole knew exactly what he wanted.

“Hold onto that rung tightly,” he rasped against her flesh.

As her fingers tightened around the wooden rail, Cole gripped the leg propped up on the bottom step and placed it over his shoulder. Her eyes popped opened and widened on him as she realized what he was about to do.

Giving her a wicked smile, he reached down to the foot planted firmly on the floor. Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he gently urged it forward and up until he placed it over his other shoulder. Cupping her ass cheeks in his palms, he ran his tongue over his top and then bottom lip as he took in a deep breath, his nose now only inches from the wet heat of her.

“Remember, don’t make a sound, Rachel, or your greedy little pussy will stay hungry and empty.”

As her jaw clenched, her eyes burned down at him with a mixture of annoyance and overwhelming desire. Cole dipped his head and brought her hips up to him. As he buried his tongue deep inside her, his nose brushed against the bottom stud of her piercing. He pushed his tongue in and out, devouring her with every forward and backward motion.

He felt her feet cross over against his back as her thighs tightened around his head, and Cole couldn’t help but run his finger down the crack of her ass, which made her swing her hips up even closer to his insatiable mouth.

His tongue licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. He sucked one of her swollen folds between his lips, and pulling his head back slightly, tugging it gently before releasing. He speared his tongue back inside her, and groaning against her needy body, Cole could feel his own climax building as she raced toward hers.

The fact that she was absolutely silent during this sensual feast was such a fucking turn-on that Cole was finding it difficult not to come like a horny teenager. The woman was a star pupil when it came to following orders.

Ready to finally reward her, Cole found his way back to her hood piercing, and he sucked and flicked her clit with his agile tongue. As she tilted her hips up higher, practically pushing her herself onto his tongue, Cole raised his eyes to hers and groaned against her hot flesh.

“Come, Mrs. Madison.”

And just like that, her knees tightened, her ass cheeks flexed in his hands, and her eyes squeezed shut as she came silently all over his tongue.

* * *

I think I’m dead, was all Rachel could manage to think.

Her fingers remained around the ladder rung above her, and her legs relaxed over Cole’s shoulders. He had destroyed her.

Abso-fucking-lutely destroyed me.

With his nimble tongue, strong hands, and filthy mouth, he had reduced her to a silent, greedy sex addict. He was still kneeling between her thighs, kissing and petting them, as he gently placed first her right and then her left foot back on the floor.

She was about to release her hold on the ladder when he stood—all six foot four inches of naked, tattooed, and pierced Cole—and wagged his finger back and forth.

“Not yet. Now, it’s my turn,” he informed.

He stepped up close to her, raising his hands to cover hers on the rung. Leaning in, he took her mouth and as she parted her lips and he pushed his tongue between her lips, Rachel couldn’t help the high keening moan that finally left her throat.

He ground his hips up against hers, and as he moved his hips in time with his tongue, she felt his cock and piercing brush against her. Wrenching his mouth from hers, she cried out as he reached and gripped her chin, tilting up her face, so her eyes could meet his. As hazel met blue, the fire started to spark again deep inside her stomach before it spread slowly up to her breasts, heating her entire body.

“This time…” He paused, lowering his hand down her chest to the pearl clasp of her bra. Unsnapping it, he gave her an unholy grin as her breasts spilled free. “You can make as much noise as you fucking like.”

Taking both his hands away from her, he gripped her hips and warned, “Just don’t let go.”

With that, he jerked her feet off the floor until her legs were wrapped around his hips, and he took a step back, stretching her body out and slightly away from the ladder. When he was at the right distance, he widened his stance, and without any more talk, he thrust his cock deep inside her body.

She screamed out in sheer ecstasy as his throbbing length finally pushed into her needy pussy and staked its claim. Rachel made sure to keep her eyes open, and for the moment, she focused on the tense muscles of Cole’s arms as he held her hips in place, thrust after hard thrust.

His pierced nipples had hardened and were begging to be licked, bitten, or pinched, but that would have to happen some other time. Right now, she was too busy hanging on to a ladder—a fucking ladder—and getting pounded by her sexy-as-fuck husband.

Cole’s eyes were focused on her naked breasts that were now moving with each forward punch of his hips, and she could tell he wanted to touch them and was pissed that he couldn’t. He clenched his jaw in annoyance as his hips sped up with his race toward completion.

Tilting her hips at a certain angle, he dragged his thick cock out of her, causing his piercing to hit that secretive spot deep inside, and Rachel screamed so long and loud she was surprised the neighbors didn’t call 911.

“Oh yeah, just like that, huh?” he asked as he did it over and over.

She panted as he pounded into her. “Fuck.”

“Oh, we’re fucking, wife. We are fucking real hard.”

With that, his fingers tightened against her flesh as his hips rolled and pummeled into hers. As Cole tensed and let his head drop back, he groaned out her name as she felt his warmth flood her deep inside.

At that moment, Rachel knew she would never find a connection like this with anyone ever again. He had set her free, and now, she felt like she was finally home.

24

“You and I need to talk.”

Rachel lifted her eyes from the computer and turned to look down the hall of the small flower shop. She had known Mason wouldn’t leave what had happened last night alone for long, but the fact that he was here at seven in the morning the next day showed her how much it had been on his mind.

“Well, I was ready to talk last night,” she pointed out.

As her brother moved farther down the narrow hall toward her, Rachel straightened her spine, getting ready for a battle. Lately, it had seemed like she was arguing with him much more than usual, and right now, as he got closer, she felt as though the air in the shop was becoming tense.

“No, you weren’t. You were there to shock us all and hope no one said anything.”

“Believe what you like, Mase. I knew there was no way you would understand. I just figured—”

“Safety in numbers?” he interrupted as he moved to sit on one of the stools behind the counter.

His black hair was pushed back from his face, and now that he was sitting down, Rachel could look directly at him. His blue eyes were just like hers, but the laugh lines that were usually there when he smiled were missing right now. Instead, he had a frown, one that was becoming more permanent with every conversation they had recently.

“Maybe,” she muttered, deciding to choose the easy option.

“Maybe?”

Yep, Mason isn’t letting me get away with that.