Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your...
Summary: Cole goes to far, and someone catches him...
Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: language, fingering, groping, non con, manipulation, coercion, gaslighting, cheating, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.2K
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Your Memaw looks out the window of the kitchen, the steady flow of cars already showing up for the music picking night, and one that usually didn't come was strutting up the front porch. Her eyes flick towards the stairs in the house, knowing that you were not even staying tonight. You, Poppy, and Anna Kate had decided to do an impromptu girls night out for your bachelorette party, and now here your fiancé was interacting with your Papaw who stops singing to say something to Cole.
Pulling out the cornbread, she wipes her hands on her apron, meeting Cole at the door, "What are you doing, Cole? You know that beautiful fiancé of yours isn't staying."
"I know. I thought I could see her for a bit before she went out. You mind?" He looks at the stairs, but stops, taking a big whiff of the spread of food that she had laid out. "I do say, Miss Ruby, I think your cooking truly is the best there is. Nothing smells quite like your food."
"Quit buttering me up. I'm not a biscuit. You can go see her, but don't make her late. She rarely gets to see Poppy. You met her yet?"
"No, I'm always working when she's down. I'll see you later, Miss Ruby," he jogs over to the stairs, taking two at a time, until he gets to your room. Forgoing knocking as he enters in on you, and you squeal. Your arms wrap around your front where you try to hold your unzipped dress up. "It's only me, Peach Blossom. What's got you so jumpy?"
"Maybe the crowd of people on the porch? And then someone barges in on me while I'm trying to get dressed," his eyes look you up and down, and bashfully you look away, trying to pull your dress fully up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answers, but he looks at you like you were his prey. "Here, let me help," he spins you around, getting a glimpse of your lingerie, before he drags the zipper up your back. Grazing his knuckles up your spine, and starts kissing over your shoulders, "I like the panties."
"You weren't supposed to see those."
"Who was?" You look back at him as he creates a trail of open mouth kisses across your back. "Were you wanting anyone else to see them?"
"That's not how I meant it," his hands slide down your stomach, to your front, but you push them to your thighs. "I didn't know you were coming."
"This dress is pretty. Easy access."
"Cole," you turn your body around to fully look at him, "Are you mad at my outfit of choice?"
"Of course not. It's just odd that you would wear this out, without letting me...you know no matter how I phrase this is gonna make me sound like the bad guy, so I'm stopping. You look beautiful," a slow jazzy tune wafts through your open window, and he pulls you in close. His left hand rests just above your ass, and the other holds yours. "Just dance with me."
