Love, Ally by Hannah Gray
twenty-three
Cole
“Take your shirt off. Let me see all of you,” I say in between kissing her. My hands find a long lock of her hair, gripping it back.
Then, I run my hands up her bare thighs as she straddles me.
She moans, “Storm.”
When she says my name, it finally sounds like the way she used to say it.
“You’re always so ready for me. Aren’t you, baby?”
She groans before thrusting her chest in my face. Needing my mouth on her gorgeous tits.
I do what she’s silently asking, earning me a hiss as she grinds herself against me. I love how she’s always ready for me. Always wanting me.
When I glance out the window, I don’t see a soul in sight. In fact, this place is so secluded that I don’t think anyone even knows it’s here.
Pushing the driver’s door open, I carry her outside with my pants down around my ankles.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she says, excitement laced in her words.
“I’m going to do something I’ve always wanted to. I’m going to fuck you against this truck. Okay, sweetheart?”
She nods and greedily tightens her legs around my waist. Ready for more. Always.
As I push her down onto my cock, she cries out. And I’m okay with it because I know without a shadow of a doubt that we’re alone. There might be bears or ducks or some shit around, but I’m okay with them hearing her sexy sounds. As long as it isn’t another dude, I don’t really give a fuck. Because hearing her makes me that much more turned on.
As I thrust into her over and over again, all that fills the air are the sounds of our skin smacking together and her cries.
Her dark hair falls down her back, cascading in an irresistible blanket of silk for me to grab on to. Pulling it slightly, I force her head up so that her eyes connect with mine.
“I love you,” I tell her, as I’ve told her a thousand times before. And I’ll tell her thousands of times again.
Her name will be on the last breath I take on this earth. I’m sure of it.
“I love you,” she whispers back.
I drive myself in as deep as I can. Moving my hands down, I grip her ass, pushing her onto me harder.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyebrows pulling together as she does. “Cole.”
“You there?”
She nods.
“I’m here too, baby. Right fucking here.”
That’s all it takes for us to finish together.
And I wish like hell I could do it again. But looking at the clock, I realize she’s got to get the fuck back to Lenny’s.Fast.
Sex with her, as many times as it happens, will never not leave me wanting more. It’s far from just being intimate—I know this much. It’s a spiritual fucking awakening. It’s two souls connecting in more ways than one. And more than anything, it’s my fucking addiction.
“Wait.” Ally’s eyes stare at the tattoo on my back—of the angel who looks like her—before I get my shirt over my head. “I’ve always loved this tattoo. You never did tell me why you got it though,” she says softly, running her hand over the ink.
Turning around to face her, I pull her to stand between my legs, and I lean my back against my truck. “Because the thought of you, my angel, is what got me through, Ally. Then, before, and now.”
“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me? For leaving you?”
I laugh. “I mean, the way we’ve been fucking, I thought that was a given.”
“Fucking and forgiveness are two very different things, Cole,” she says, leveling me with a hard look. “Have you actually forgiven me?”
“I am working on it,” I tell her truthfully. “I really am.”
It would help if she told me why she left me. I think that would give me the closure that I need to let the past stay in the past. But she dances around the truth about that day like she’s doing the fucking do-si-do.
“Thank you for trying,” she says softly before reaching up and running her fingers through my hair. “I don’t want to live in a world where you and I are apart.”
Her words, though they might seem small, mean so fucking much. She’s always been so quiet with how she feels. I know she loves me. I know I’m the one for her. But she has a hard time saying the words out loud.
“Me neither, baby. But right now, we need to get your beautiful ass back to work.” Spinning her around, I slap her ass hard. “Chop-chop.”