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.When he inhaled, his nosefilled with the scent of Cole s skin, refreshed from the soapand shampoo, and his body knew only one thing.Not that this was a vampire who sat next to him, who heldhim utterly still.Just that it was Cole.Cole who had been gone for so long.Cole who had filled his life with love and laughter when he dbeen around.Cole who had come back, for whatever reason.Blindly, he turned his head.With the reach of a drowningman, he grasped the back of Cole s neck and pulled him close.He didn t stop until their lips fused together.85 BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERCHAPTER 8Cole s first instinct was to push Brady down to the couchand devour him whole.He tasted the same, he smelled thesame, and God, he even kissed the same.His fingers still didthe little flexing thing against Cole s neck as they kissed, too,like he needed to feel the ripple of every muscle he could.Everything that was in Cole screamed to take what Bradyoffered and then take some more.The hardest thing he d done in a very long time was ignorehis instincts.Instead, he let Brady control the kiss, opening when histongue touched Cole s lips, masking his fangs when Bradysought out the corners of his mouth.He could retract them86 BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERwhen he dealt with humans, hiding his true identity, but it washarder in the face of desire.When he was hungry, or when hisdesire flared, his control over them slipped.He didn t want towaste attention thinking about his teeth, when he had Bradydoing what he d always considered unattainable.Cole kept a hold of his wrist, pulling it close to his chest.Brady opened his hand, flattening it against his shirt, and theheat bled through until Cole wondered if he d have a printburned onto his skin.A whimper escaped his throat.Nothinghad felt this good in a very long time.When Brady broke away, his breath came in ragged gasps.His eyes had long ago darkened, but now they burned with anintensity Cole didn t recognize.There was anger, andfrustration, and he sure as hell didn t need to feel the hard lineof his arousal pressing into his hip to know lust was there, too. Don t fuck with me, Brady rasped.Cole shook his head as well as he could.Brady s hand hadtightened at his neck. I m not.I can t. You make me forget. He waited for Brady to elaborate, but it never came. Forget what? A small shake of his head. That you re dead.That it s notreally you. Frustration welled deep inside Cole.Without thinking, heknocked away Brady s grip.It took little effort actually.Evenhealing, he was much stronger than Brady ever could be. How long are you going to keep that up? he demanded. This is me.This is what you ve got.It doesn t have to be like87 BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERyou keep insisting. His jaw hardened. Nothing is going to change the fact thatyou re a vampire. But you kissed me anyway. I told you Did you feel my fangs? What the fuck does that have to do with anything? When Brady tensed to stand, Cole grabbed his shoulderand pushed him back to the couch. Did you feel my fangs? he repeated.In the battle behind Brady s eyes, anger was winning.Histeeth clicked when he clamped his mouth shut, and severalseconds passed before he finally exhaled. No.I didn t.But Stop making excuses. He covered Brady s body with his own, heedless of theinjuries still mending on his chest, and slammed their mouthstogether.Brady struggled for all of a second before he graspedthe sides of Cole s head and held him in place.Their hardflesh ground against the other s, but Cole concentrated onsucking Brady s tongue into his mouth.He deliberately let hisfangs descend so they scratched over Brady s tender flesh, andwhen the first droplets of scalding blood hit his taste buds, hegrowled.Neither stopped the kiss.Cole sucked at each thin line,while Brady lashed out at him.If Brady felt a sting from thecuts, he ignored it.He forced his knee between Cole s thighsand slowly reversed their positions, until he stretched out on88 BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERtop of Cole, their cocks lined up together.Cole pulled back first this time.He sucked at the bloodcaught between his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he regardedBrady s heavy breathing. Why did you do that? Why didn tyou stop me? Slowly, Brady ran his tongue over his lower lip.Hisnostrils flared. Because I m not going to let you fuck withme.You think you have something to prove.You don t.Iknow what you are, remember? You said you keep forgetting. So? Why can t I be both? The question visibly threw Brady.He frowned and pushedaway a little, putting more distance between them in order tostudy him more closely.It wasn t more than a few inches; hekept their lower halves still entwined.Cole was grateful forthat.One thing he d always loved about Brady was how hisbulk could weigh him down
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