The Curse Of Spring (Book Two of The Seasons Trilogy)

Chapter 17

Harley

You know those cheesey romantic movies where the young couple get caught in the rain and end up making passionate love? Well, this felt like that. One moment I was standing by the window of the small room, looking out at the rain soaked landscape below and feeling waves of sadness. I was meant to know this place. It was meant to be familiar.

And yet it wasn't.

I started to worry that my memory would never return. Even though Cole had filled me in on as much as he could, the knowledge that my life will always be in danger because of an ability I didn't even know I had was discomforting. Cole had explained that we would be in danger - all four of us "SAWS Project" kids - until all of the research is destroyed and the military are given a reason to leave us alone.

"We're stronger together," Cole had explained to Jay and myself as we had sat around the kitchen table, late last night. "That's why I have been searching for the others - I would never be able to face them alone."

I sighed and leaned into Cole's embrace, his warmth flooding my frozen body. The soaking clothes were not helping my mood, that was for sure. I could hear Cole's heart beating steadily, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

Caving in to temptation, I ran my hand over his wet shirt, feeling his chest muscles with my fingertips. The strange feeling of desperation overcame me and I looked into his pale blue eyes, watching as a similar desire flashed through his eyes. And then I kissed him.

It was like the first kisses we had shared, and yet so different at the same time. The need to be as close as we possibly could to each other overcame us and before my mind caught up with what I was doing, I was already pulling Cole's shirt over his head, my eyes devouring his naked chest before his lips found mine again. His kiss consumed me and I no longer felt any chill.

My t-shirt came off and I heard Cole's sharp intake of breath as he saw me in my soaked white bra, my n*****s visible through the wet fabric. I didn't know it was possible, but his kisses became even more wild - possessive even. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him before he lent down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around him.

Cole carried me to the beds, lowering me gently down onto the soft mattress. His hands explored my body, his thumb rubbing my n****e onto a stiff peak and making moisture pool between my thighs. I ran my finger nails down his back, eliciting a moan from his lips before he nipped on my jaw, moving his lips down my neck to my collarbone.

I felt his body stiffen above mine for a moment before he raised himself up on his elbow and looked seriously at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cole asked, his voice deep with passion.

I didn't trust my voice, so I nodded instead and he smiled mischievously for a second before I slipped my hand behind his neck and pulled him back to me.

He chuckled through our kiss before he broke away and slipped his hand behind my back, unhooking my bra in a manner which made me question how often he'd done this. Moments later, my bra went flying across the room and landed on the floor, followed not long after by my jeans - and then his.

My breath came out in a shudder as he took my n****e into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in a way which made me arch up off of the bed. I could feel his smile against my skin at my reaction before he turned to my other n****e to lavish his attention there, all the while removing my underwear and letting his fingers explore the wet folds.

I came hard and unexpectedly, shuddering around his fingers as he rubbed them inside of me, finding the sensitive spot by my entrance. I had barely come down from my high when I registered that he had taken his boxers off and was now kneeling between my spread legs, biting his lip.

"I can't wait any longer. As much as I'd love to pleasure you all night with my hands and my mouth, I'm afraid I don't have the self restraint."

I reached for him, bringing him over me as he slowly pushed into me, stretching my walls and filling me to the brim.

"Love me," I whispered, a quiet plea.

"I already do," came his response as he slammed into me again and again, the pressure building inside of me until I felt like I was about to explode.

It wasn't what I meant, but I didn't have the ability to form a coherent thought enough to tell him.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body shaking uncontrollably as I bit down on my lip to keep myself from crying out.

Cole's body stiffened above me, his muscles contracted as he spilled his seed into me, a groan escaping his lips as he collapsed on top of me. I ran my finger tips up and down his shoulder blades,

"I'm heavy," he chuckled as he kissed my neck.

"I don't mind," I replied with a smile.

He must have heard the breathlessness in my voice as he lifted himself off of me and collapsed beside me - only to have the two beds separate and Cole fell to the floor, a pile of naked flesh and sheets.

We both burst into laughter - saved from a potentially awkward situation. Cole got up, dusted himself off and pushed the beds back together before he walked over to the cupboard and opened it, pulling out a pair of shorts - which he put on - and a button-up shirt which he gave to me.

I looked at him questioningly and he shrugged, gesturing to the room.

"This used to be the bedroom we shared once Alana was adopted. The old mistress of the orphanage, Miss Olivia, didn't want our presence to be noticed by other kids so she locked us in here when we were sleeping. Now it's rarely used. I prefer to keep Emily out of suspicion so I barely ever come to the orphanage, meeting her across the road at the old church instead."

I didn't say anything, my mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. So when Cole climbed into bed beside me and pulled me into his arms, I was grateful.