Free That Summer (Part Two) by Lauren Crossley

with lust as he closes the distance between us and wraps his
strong arms around my waist.
    “Stop
it.” I plead with him, pushing my hands against his chest.
    “Why? Why should I stop it?!” He demands angrily. “Give me one good reason.”
    “The
fact that we’re related.” I reply coldly, trying my best to remain detached and
distant.
    “You
don’t think I know that? You think I actually care ? I never have and I’m
not about to start now.”
    “How
can you not care? How is that even possible?”
    “Because
above all else I still love you. I fell inlove with you and
nothing in this world has the power to change that. How am I supposed to keep
that to myself and love you like a sister when every single instinct in my body
is screaming at me to do the opposite?”
    “You
don’t think I feel the same way? You don’t think this is killing me like it’s
killing you?” I cry, falling against his chest as my tears start to fall.
    He
cradles me in his arms, rocking me back and forth in a soothing manner.
    “You
don’t want me anymore.” He murmurs, somewhat inaudibly. “You don’t want me like
you used to and I see that now.”
    “How
can you say that to me when you know how difficult this has been for me? You
know I still love you, Cole.”
    He
pushes me aside so he can make his way inside the hotel room and slams the door
shut behind him.
    “Then
prove it.” He snarls. “Prove it to me right now, Green.”
    “H-how?”
I stammer, frightened of hearing his answer.
    “You
know how.”
    He
takes hold of my arms and walks me backwards, directing me until we reach the
bed and I fall back on it. He grabs a fistful of my t-shirt in his hands and
yanks it over my head, exposing my bare breasts to him in an instant. I try
covering myself but he prevents me from doing so by pinning my wrists to the
bed on either side of me.
    “Cole,
we can’t do this.” I whimper.
    I’m
dangerously close to surrendering myself to him but realise that once I make
that choice, once I go ahead with that decision… I can never take it back.
    “Don’t
hide yourself from me... ever.” He warns, glowering at me in fury.
    “Please…
I… we can’t .”
    “We can .” He insists, speaking forcefully. “We can do whatever the hell we
please. No one is here to stop us or tell us that we can’t.”
    “But
I’ll know that we did it. I won’t be able to live with myself or the guilt from
knowing what we’ve done.”
    “And
what’s the alternative? You really want to spend a lifetime together without this
being a part of it? I can’t have a platonic relationship with you, Serena. I
want you more than anything and I crave what we had before we knew. Let me show
you, baby. Let me show you how incredible we can be.”
    He
kisses me softly, hesitating for a moment before lowering his lips towards me
again. I moan gently, melting beneath his touch as one of his hands makes its
way to my breast. My legs wrap around his waist as I arch my back, demanding
more from his intoxicating caresses.
    “Mine.”
He growls. “You’re all mine.”
    “I
always have been.” I whisper, gazing up at him with sincerity and trust.
    “You
always will be.” He vows, stroking his thumb across the sensitive skin around
my nipple.
    Cole
removes his own T-shirt and closes the small space between our bodies. I can
feel his heartbeat against mine and the warmth from his skin makes me feel safe
like a warm blanket. His mouth trails kisses down my neck and across my
collarbone, grazing my skin with his jawline as it is no longer smooth.
    I
try to ignore the remaining hint of alcohol on his breath, hoping that it is not
the reason behind his desire or his urgent need for us to do this.
    My
shorts are the next item of clothing to be discarded and then Cole’s jeans,
leaving us both half clothed and more aroused than I ever thought possible. My
soul yearns for him, needing this connection so I can feel alive, hungry for
his stimulation so I can feed