Veils of Rivalry Chapter 84

Blaise's POV

“What do you think they want to talk about?” Cole asks as we pull up outside the house.

Our parents asked us for a ‘meeting’ this afternoon. I’m not worried, but Cole fretted all day. I can see the tension radiating off his stiff shoulders when he tightens his grip on the steering wheel as though he has to hold on to something physically to ground himself. I just wish it was me instead of an irrelevant piece of plastic.

Note to self: Have the car scrapped and invest in a horse and carriage instead. On second thought, he’d probably bond with the horse or, god forbid, the horseman, and then I’d have to find a way to hide a body.

Let’s just stick with this car for now.

Yes, I am jealous of it. I’m growing more possessive of Cole by the day, especially after almost losing him, which made me realize how deep my emotions run. Cole has carved his name on my damn heart.

Ever since we returned from the hospital, the atmosphere in the house has been…tense, for lack of a better word. Dad has yet to comment on my closeness with Cole or the embrace he witnessed in the hospital. In fact, he has kept out of my way as much as possible and is spending more time at the office. Meanwhile, Cole’s mom dotes on her son at every opportunity. We can’t enter the house without her asking to check him over or bringing him food. I think she feels bad for forcing Allie on him all these years. And I know she feels guilt over the shooting.

“What do you think they want to talk about?” Cole asks again, and I tilt my head to study him. His dark hair is longer, falling over his eyes and curling at his nape. I’m sure he’ll cut it soon, but I love this look on him. It makes him look rebellious in the best way.

“Are you not listening to me?” he asks, his lips thinning in disapproval, which somehow makes him even more attractive.

“What?” he asks, uncertain, when I remain silent. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Unclipping my seat belt, I palm the back of his head. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, but I shut him up with a hard, possessive kiss. He grunts, sending a jolt to my hardening dick, and his stunned surprise is the opening I need to invade his mouth.

“I was thinking,” I whisper, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging the waistband of his shorts, “about how much I want your taste in my mouth when we face our parents.”

“Are you crazy?” A full-body shudder grips hold of him. “Anyone could see us.”

I free his fat cock and wet my lips in anticipation while stroking the impressive length. “You better hurry up and come down my throat, then.”

“Jesus fuck,” he grunts when I lean down to swallow his cock. His thighs tremble beneath me, and harsh panting breaths gust out of him. I deep throat him the way I know he likes, my own cock straining against my jeans. There’s no hotter sight than Cole in the throes of pleasure, and sometimes, like now, murderous thoughts torment my mind when I remember that his ex has witnessed this look on his face. Next time I see her, I might have to snap her neck, after all. My self-control only extends so far.

He grips the lever on the roof as his gaze flicks from left to right to make sure no one is around. The moment he spots Mrs. Lovejoy across the street, an elderly lady who takes great pride in her rose bushes, he pales and pulls on my hair to make me stop, but I trap his wrists with one of my hands and jack his dick.

“What’s the matter?” I tease, smirking like the cat who caught the canary. “Worried she might see you get a blowjob from your stepbrother?”

“Fuck…she’s waving at us,” he says through clenched teeth, the tips of his ears burning with embarrassment. His heaving breaths gust across my face as he yanks his hand free to wave hello to her with the fakest smile I’ve ever seen.

Amused, I duck out of sight, and he chokes on his own breath when I pay extra attention to a thick vein on his cock. I trace it with my tongue all the way to the tip, where a nice, fat drop of precum waits for me. “What do we have here?” I lick it off, humming with approval before sucking him down again.

Cole bites his knuckles, his thighs tensing as my head bobs in his lap, but I couldn’t care less if the lady across the road can see us. Cole is now too busy chasing his impending orgasm to care about potential witnesses either.

“Fuck, Blaise…” He sucks in a breath, then slams his hand down on my head and forces me to swallow more of his cock.

My gag reflex kicks in, and I choke around his throbbing length, but it only turns me on more to feel his rough fingers dig into my scalp.

“Fuck, that’s it. Choke on it.” His fingers twist, pulling the strands tight, and salty cum shoots down my throat. I swallow every drop, savoring his taste, then straighten up and drag my thumb over my lips to catch anything I might have missed.

Cole watches me for a moment before he looks down at his spent dick. Even soft, it’s big, and I’m already hungry for another taste.

He stuffs himself away and runs a hand through his hair. His nerves are back, making me briefly contemplate fucking him in the backseat until he’s too damn tired to worry about our parents and what they might have to say.

Cole stares out the window with a faraway look before glancing back at me. “What if they refuse to let us be together?”

“That won’t happen.” My voice is deadpan.

Cole’s lips twitch for the briefest of seconds, and then he blows out a shaky breath. “I don’t know…”

“Well, I do. I won’t let anyone get between us.”

I go to kiss him again, but he moves back, fingers pressed to my lips to stop me from claiming his mouth again. “We can’t keep them waiting forever.”

Gripping his wrist, I slide his hand from my lips and place it over my rock-hard erection. “See what you do to me? How fucking crazy I am about you? Do you think I care about our parents? The only person I care about is you. Besides, my dick is in agreement with me for once and says we should skip this ‘meeting’ and drive somewhere quiet so I can stick my dick in your hot ass and fill you up with my cum.”

A low chuckle leaves his lips, the sound teasing my balls, and then he escapes the car before I can grab him again.

I fall back against the seat with a tortured groan. Why does he have to care so much about others? I know he loves his mom, and it’s because he loves her that I also have to respect her. They’ve reconnected since the kidnapping, and while that makes me happy, I don’t like that I have to share him. Even if it’s family.

“Fuck me,” I whine, then glare down at my throbbing cock. I swear it’s laughing at me for being such a whipped fucker. “What the fuck is so amusing? You’re the one with blue balls.”

I throw the door open and exit the car while grumbling under my breath at the unfairness of it all. The only consolation is Cole’s taste on my tongue. But even that is like only eating one Pringle, when we all know that once you pop, you can’t fucking stop. And that’s the fucking truth. It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck him and claim him as mine; I still want more.

Is it too late to tie him to my bed in a country far away, preferably on a distant planet or, better yet, a different galaxy, where no one but me can have access to him?