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...
Warnings: language, implied sexual assault, mentions of sexual activity, mentions of cheating, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1K
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Poppy throws herself into the booth, panting as she takes a drink of her cocktail, "Why aren't you dancing? This is your night. You're last time out as a single and free woman, before you become the future sheriff's housewife," you give her a weak smile, and look out at Anna Kate who had already found someone to start dancing with. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired," you try to smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "I'm about ready to go. I'd rather be in pajamas watching movies or something."
"That's how you want to spend your last single weekend?" Still watching Anna Kate, you nod your head. "Alright, let me get Anna Kate, okay?" You give her a sad nod, leaning over to gather your bag. Checking your phone again. You hadn't responded to Cole's text, but normally he would check in on you again. He wasn't going to.
Cole knew that he had messed up, and all it did was bring you new questions. Questions that had been burning into your mind for a while. You had questioned why someone who seemed to be as sexually frustrated as Cole would want to be with you. It wasn't just that he knew you wanted to wait, it was the constant pressure for more.
It was that perpetual ask to bring his cock closer to you. He wanted to take a picture of the two of you. Wanted to lay his cock over your mound to see how deep it would go, and then proceed to ask if you wanted to try it out. He never seemed to want to let it rest.
Poppy looks back at you, gathering up Anna Kate as you run outside. You needed air. There was a constant worry that you would never be what Cole wanted you to be, but also that he would never be what you wanted from him. Stepping outside the bar doors, you put your hands on your knees, gasping for air. He violated your one rule.
You had allowed Cole to cross your boundaries way too many times, but this time was different. He couldn't let it be. Your Mamaw and Papaw were just downstairs. They could have seen or heard, and then you didn't fix your bed back. They would know, and that embarrassed you to think about that. "I'm gonna throw up," you answer the second that Poppy and Anna Kate come outside. "I can't breathe."
"Cole!" The annoying girl riding on top of him screams. Her ass continues to bounce over him, but with her constant fake porn moans, he can't even pretend that it was you.
"Shut up," he grunts. It was bad enough that she was just too much, but him pushing his luck each time was going to bite him in the ass. He enjoyed being close to where you were when he was letting some girl fuck him. It brought him closer to you. Made the scene in his head much more real. "My god," he groans, and she thinks he's more into it.
