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clothing behind me and the sound of a
condom wrapper tearing. Then Cole moves up behind me and his hands reach out to
cup my breasts through my bra. My head drops forward, my hair falling in my
face as his hands move over my breasts before they slide down to my waist. His
hands are quick as they slip under my skirt and he rids me of my panties. Then
he lifts my skirt and suddenly thrusts inside me, an appreciative groan
escaping him.
    My hands
tighten on the fabric of the couch as I gaze down at the seat cushions, my lip
caught between my teeth as his hips grind into me from behind. It's a little
painful since I'm not exactly ready but soon pleasure begins to build and I
feel Cole's bare chest press against my back as he leans over me, one of his
hands wrapping in my long hair to tangle in it. His hand tightens slightly,
pulling my head up and back so my throat is bared to his lips. The grip he has
on my hair causes a slight sting of pain along my scalp but combined with the
pleasure, it's intense. His lips fasten on my neck as he moves faster and I
gasp as my body suddenly explodes in shock waves of pleasure as I cry out, my
eyes shutting tightly.
    Cole's fist
tightens in my hair slightly as he lets out a low groan from behind me. Then he
goes still, his arm wrapping around my waist tightly as he breathes heavily
into my neck. “That was hot,” he mutters.
    I feel limp
and I let my head drop down once he releases my hair. It falls across my face
as I try to regain my senses. I have to admit, sex with Cole is fantastic. We
definitely have no problem with the physical side of our relationship.
    Someone
slowly claps from the doorway of the living room.
    My head
jerks up as my eyes pop open. Much to my horror, I see Ethan leaning lazily
against the living room doorway, a sleazy smile on his face.
    Cole's
entire body tenses behind me before I feel him pull back and yank my skirt back
down. “What the fuck, Ethan!” he snarls as I hear his jeans rustle and the
harsh sound of a zipper.
    My heart is
pounding wildly in my chest as humiliation sweeps through me. The only thing
that makes this situation remotely bearable—if that's even possible—is the fact
that we were behind the couch, our nudity hidden from Ethan's sight.
    Ethan looks
amused. “I'm running late today. Good thing too or I would have missed the
show.”
    “Fuck off,”
Cole says coldly and I finally glance at him. His expression is dark as he
moves a couple feet away from me and grabs his shirt off the floor before he
holds it out to me, his narrowed eyes never leaving his brother.
    I quickly
grab it and yank it on. Then I make the mistake of looking at Ethan and I see
he's looking at me with another leering look. “Like it rough, do you?”
    I have to look
away as my skin crawls. He just watched me have sex with Cole and I feel
violated.
    “We'll talk
about this later,” Cole says flatly to Ethan before he grabs my hand and pulls
me away from the couch. As we walk past Ethan, I refuse to meet his eyes. Cole
leads me up to his room where he slams his door shut with force and locks it
for good measure.
    My arms
cross over my chest and I watch as he runs both his hands through his hair as
he tries to calm down. I know him well enough by now to know what he's thinking.
Cole is incredibly territorial over me and for anyone to watch us have
sex...he's beyond pissed. For it to be Ethan of all people makes it all the
more worse.
    Cole's hands
drop and he looks at me, his green eyes disgusted. “I didn't check the garage
for his car because I just assumed he was gone. I won't be making that mistake
again.”
    I nod
without saying anything.
    We hear a
car start up down below in the garage and Cole walks over to his window and
stares out it as he watches his brother leave. Finally he turns back and looks
at me. “ Now we have the house to ourselves,” he says dryly.
***
    Later on
that evening, I am sprawled on my stomach on Cole's bed as I come down from the
high