Moon Dance (27 page)

He kissed her.

She brought her knee up into his
stomach.

He pulled back, grunting.

“
There’s blood in your
mouth.”

He let go of her, standing up, facing
the sky. The rain poured down onto him. He opened his
mouth.

Dana got to her feet. “I
hate you.”

He wiped at his chin. When
he looked down at his hand, it was smeared red. “I know you
do.”

She slapped him across the
face. “I
hate
you.”

He grabbed both of her arms.
“Do
not
hit me,
Dana.”

“
Oh, I’m not allowed
to hurt you? You fucking held me down on that table and forced your
cock into me even though you knew it would hurt
me
.”

He cringed. He thought of
the way it had felt, the way her body had writhed, the way she’d
clenched against him.

He was hard.

“
Don’t you have anything to
say about that?” she said.

He pulled her closer. He
pressed his body into hers, and he moved his hands to her back.
“Forgive me,” he whispered.

She shook her head. There
were droplets of water beading up on her eyelashes. “Why should
I?”

“
Because we belong to each
other. You know it. I know it. You’re mine, Dana.”

“
I don’t want to be
yours.”

“
Yes, you do.”

“
You don’t know what I
want.” She thrashed in his arms.

He didn’t let go of her. “I
think I do.”

She shut her eyes.

He unzipped her jumpsuit.

Her eyes snapped open. “What
are you doing? You can’t think that if you force me
again—”

His hand was already inside,
and he’d already found the round swell of her breast. This was the
way he always soothed her. She had such sensitive nipples, and if
he just brushed them…

She gasped.

He ran his fingertips over
her nipple, feeling it stiffen with each stroke.

“
Cole…” She sagged in his
arms.

He peeled the jumpsuit away,
baring both of her breasts to the downpour. He put his mouth on one
of her nipples, kept toying with the other one. He rubbed the hard
nub of skin, gently pinched it. And he sucked the other one. She
tasted like rain.

She sighed.

“
That’s it,” he murmured,
his mouth still on her flesh. “It’s okay, Dana. Calm
down.”

She whimpered. “Fuck
you.”

“
I never wanted you hurt,
beautiful. I swear I didn’t.”

“
But you did hurt me.” Her
voice was unsteady, breathless with pleasure.

“
I’m not hurting you
now.”

She moaned, her hands
scrabbling with the zipper of his own jumpsuit. “Do it, then. Hurt
me.”

He moved his head away from
her body, looking up into her eyes. “What?”

She yanked his jumpsuit over his
shoulders, giving herself just enough access to get it away from
his crotch. And then she had his cock in her hand. She squeezed
it.

It felt good, and then it
was too much. He winced. “Dana—”

“
It’s what we do, Cole. It’s
all hurt. It’s all it is.” She began dragging her tight vise grip
over his shaft.

He let out a gasp.

“
Do it,” she breathed. “Hurt
me. Pinch me. Bite me.”

His finger was still on her
nipple. He rubbed his finger gently over it, and then he pinched it
between his thumb and forefinger. Pinched it hard.

She cried out.

“
That’s what you
want?”

“
Harder,” she
moaned.

And her grip on his cock
relaxed a little bit. The rain was on her fingers, and her grasp
was slippery as she stroked him. It felt good. It felt better than
good.

He twisted her nipple.

“
Yes.” She gritted her
teeth.

He sat down on the ground, shedding the
arms of his jumpsuit, and he pulled her on top of him.

She straddled him, rubbing her pelvis
into the center of his pleasure

And now her breasts were
right in his face. The nipple he’d been pinching was reddish,
standing up straight and hard. He put his mouth on it.

She moaned loudly, throwing
her head back. “Bite it.”

He thrust against her,
pushing into her wet jumpsuit, feeling the heat of her sex behind
the cloth. And he dragged his teeth tentatively over her
nipple.

“
Harder.
Harder
.” She grabbed
handfuls of his hair and yanked.

He felt like he was hovering
in some place of pure excitement, waves of painful pleasure washing
through him. Everything was just getting better.

He sank his teeth into her
nipple.

She groaned.

He released it, sweeping his
tongue back over her sensitive flesh, soothing where he’d just
bitten.

She panted.

He tugged at her jumpsuit, stripping it
away from her, then settling her nude body back against his
crotch.

His cock slid between her slick folds,
and he took her other nipple into his mouth.

“
Hurt me, Cole,” she
whispered.

His teeth closed around that nipple
too, and then he pushed into her wet, snug heat.

She moaned.

He sighed. She was perfect.
He didn’t move for a second, just savoring the first moment of
being back inside her again, feeling her surround him. This was
where he belonged. Joined to Dana. Inside Dana.

She bucked against him.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“
You like it when I fuck
you, don’t you?”

“
Yes,” she moaned,
undulating her hips over him.

He started to thrust.
“Because you’re mine.”

“
Cole…” She sounded
frustrated by his words, but she was riding him, and her breasts
were bouncing right in front of his face, both of her nipples
swollen from his teeth.

He caught them in his hands, ran his
tongue over the tiny red tips.

A shudder went through her.

“
Say it, beautiful,” he
urged.

She squeezed her eyes shut,
moving against him. “I’m yours. I’m yours, Cole.”

He grabbed her chin. He
kissed her—kissed her hard, clutching her against him, forcing his
cock and his tongue into her, wanting to savor the moment, the fact
that she’d admitted…

He broke away. “And I’m
yours.”

* * *

Dana
’s nipples throbbed. They ached.

“
I’m yours,” Cole
muttered.

She touched his face. The rain was
thudding down around him, and there were droplets of water on his
nose and mouth.

He rocked into her, and he
was huge and thick, every inch of him thrilling her. He felt good.
Fucking him felt so good.

She kissed him.

He clutched her, digging his
fingers into her back. He buried his face in her breasts. “You’re
perfect,” he rasped. “I would kill for you. I would die for you.
I’m yours.”

And it seemed like
everything ached. Not just her heavy, sensitive breasts, but her
whole body. Something deep inside her ached in an exquisite way,
and every time he pushed his shaft into her body, he brushed the
center of the ache, radiating it through her—hurting her and
pleasing her.

God, no matter what, she
adored
this
. She
adored their coupling. When he was in her, she felt
complete.

As he rocked into her,
pushing against her tightly aching body, the ache was dissipating.
It was breaking up and flowing out her pores, and the rain was
washing it away.

She moaned.

“
Dana,” he
gasped.

She panted, staring into his
eyes.

He kissed one of her
nipples.

They were so sensitive now
that she felt the kiss in her clit, and she clenched around
him.

He grunted. “Oh, I can’t…”
He was shaking, his body against hers, his body
in
hers. “I can’t last much longer. I
need you to come for me.”

This was different. She
didn’t think she’d ever seen Cole out of control, not even when
they were having sex. He was usually so in charge of himself—in
charge of her. But she could see that he was falling apart. When
she looked into his eyes, she didn’t see darkness, she saw desire.
He wasn’t in control at all.

She clenched again. Her clit
started to burn pleasantly, and she felt like she was ascending to
a higher plane of pleasure, climbing to a new plateau.

His hand thrust between
their bodies, and he didn’t even find her clit, just her mound. He
put pressure against her there, his palm moving in
circles.

No… now she was falling
apart. She wasn’t at a plateau at all. She was tumbling over the
edge of a precipice.

“
That’s it, beautiful.” His
voice was shaking. “Give it up. Let it go.”

She shook too, and then
convulsed—an ecstasy of clenching, pleasure wringing out of her
body as she threw her head back and screamed her orgasm at the
rainy sky.

Cole’s mouth on her neck,
his body rigid against hers.

The rain hitting her
everywhere. Hot—no, it was her skin that was hot, and the rain was
cold, and…

“
Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana.” He
was gasping out her name.

Cole’s body
trembling.

Her body trembling.

And then she was on her back
in the wet grass, and he was on top of her, and their legs were
tangled together, and he was still inside her, and they were both
out of breath, and the rain was cold needles on her skin, and she
was crying.

His mouth was still on her
neck.

She shuddered out a sob. She
looked up at the clouds. “She’s your daughter, Cole.”

He lifted his head,
confused. “What?”

“
Piper,” she said. “She’s
yours.”

* * *

Cole
couldn
’t move.

Dana wriggled out beneath him. She
extricated her body from his and staggered to her feet.

Cole looked up at her, too stunned to
remember how to breathe. What the hell had she just
said?

She fished her sopping
jumpsuit up off the ground and stepped into it. Her whole body was
trembling. She wouldn’t look at him.

Cole couldn’t
move.

She ran her hand over her
hair—her wet hair. She brushed rain off her face.

Then she started back for the
car.

He watched her, striding
back through the rain. The car wasn’t close anymore, because they’d
run so far from it, and he watched her get smaller and smaller the
further that she walked.

When she got in the car, he heard the
faint sound of the door closing.

He stayed motionless for a little bit
longer, and then he reached for his own jumpsuit. He tugged it on,
and the little girl flashed in his memory. She stood inside the
apartment, chewing on her fingernail, looking up at him with huge
eyes.

Why the fuck would Dana say
that?

He started for the car.

Dana was playing him. She
was saying it to manipulate him. She thought that he’d only help
her find the little girl if he had some sort of stake in her
daughter. She thought that he wouldn’t care about Piper if she was
Avery’s daughter.

Dana was wrong. He would
have helped her find her daughter. She didn’t need to make shit
like that up.

He cared about Dana.

Maybe she didn’t think he
did, but he was devoted to her, and if she still didn’t understand
that, then he didn’t know how he could possibly convince
her.

He was angry when he reached the
car.

He threw open the driver’s
side, got in, and started the car. He pulled back onto the road,
squealing the tires.

“
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you
before,” she said. “I should have. The thing is, I really wasn’t
sure. It’s not like I had some kind of paternity test done or
something. So, while I was pregnant, I told myself that she could
be Avery’s, even though… well, the whole time we were in Brockway,
I didn’t have my period, so I must have gotten pregnant that time
you and I did it in that trailer, and—”

“
Stop,” said Cole. His
throat was closing up. He couldn’t breathe. “Just stop.”

She was quiet.

He gripped the steering
wheel. He was thoroughly wet, and he felt cold all over, like the
cold was seeping into his soul.

Neither of them said anything for
several more minutes.