Caught in the Undertow (Hawaiian Crush #6) (14 page)

“I could never be apart from you, Thatcher.”

“Neither could I.”

Sydney changed and got into bed, not wanting dinner. When her eyes grew heavy, she called Coen. “I’m going to bed.”

“Okay.”

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I’m lying on the couch.”

“Where’s my mom?”

“I gave her the bedroom.”

“Oh.”

S
he sighed then moved the phone. “Well, goodnight.”

“Don’t hang up,” he said.

“Okay.”

He sighed again. “Stay on the phone with me tonight. That way I can still sleep with you.”

Sydney felt the tears fall from her eyes. She sniffed loudly, trying to control them.

“It’ll be okay, baby,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I know. I miss you too.”

She controlled her breathing and kept the tears back.

“I’m always with you even if you can’t see me.”

She positioned the phone on the pillow then lied on top of it.

“Listen to me
breathe,” he whispered.

She did. Her eyes felt heavy. When she pretended he was next to her, she fell asleep
.

13

When Sydney woke up the next morning, Coen was still on the phone.

“Hello?” she said quietly.

“I’m here,” he said with a yawn.

“That wasn’t so bad.”

“We can do that every night,” he said.

“I
need
to do that every night.”

“I need to get ready for school.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll see you soon then.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.=

He hung up.

Sydney sat up and sighed. The smell of coffee drifted through the crack of the door and tickled her nostrils. She got ready for the day then walked into the kitchen. Henry stood up when he saw her, a look of pain on his face.

Sydney stared at him but didn’t speak, not knowing what to say.

Henry wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I’m so sorry.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay.”

His hand rubbed her back. “I’m always here if you need to talk.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He continued to hold her, not intending to release her anytime soon.

Thatcher and Nancy sat at the table, averting their gaze to give them privacy.

Henry took a deep breath. “I love you so much.”

She pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing the redness form. “I love you too.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“I’m okay now,” she said gently.

He blinked a few times and controlled his emotion. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“Let’s have some breakfast,” he said, taking her hand.

When they sat down at the table, Sydney wasn’t hungry. She was too depressed to have an appetite. She ate the food anyway, not wanting to be rude.

“You can stay with me and Ren if you get tired of these two,” Henry said.

“Thank you,” Sydney said. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he said.

Her friends talked over breakfast while she ate quietly, not wanting to participate in a conversation. All she thought about was Coen. She hoped he was getting along with her mother.

When she went to school, she kept counting down the hours until she had class with Coen. When their molecular biology class arrived, she waited outside for him. When he came around the corner, she ran and jumped into his arms.

He smiled when he caught her.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” He kissed her forehead.

“How are you getting along with my mom?”

“We’re okay,” he said. “I guess I’ll always discriminate against her because of your past.”

“That isn’t fair,” she said.

He stared at her incredulously. “I’m not going sweep that under the rug, Sydney. She should have went to jail for that.”

“She apologized.”

“When?” he snap
ped. “I don’t remember her ever saying those words.”

Sydney realized he was right.

“Let’s get to class.”

They walked inside and took their seats. They never showed affection when they were in class, but Sydney rested her left hand on his thigh, needing to touch him in some way. Coen smiled at her then returned his attention to the board.

When lunchtime came around, they didn’t go to the cafeteria.

“Let’s go off campus,” Coen said as he took her hand.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“In the back of my truck,” he said simply.

They hadn’t had sex in a few days, and it was killing both of them. Sydney was going crazy. They got into his truck then parked under the shade of a few trees in the rear of the area.

“This is illegal,” she said as she moved in the back.

He followed her. “It doesn’t seem like you care.”

She pulled up her dress the moved her thong over. “Right now, I don’t.”

He pulled off his jeans and boxers quickly. “Neither do I.” He pulled her hips to him then inserted himself inside her. “Fuck.”

She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her. “Coen…”

He thrust hard and fast. “You’ve never been wetter.”

“Fuck me harder.”

“Or dirtier,” he said between his breaths.

Sydney gripped him as she enjoyed feeling him. The car was shaking and there was no doubt what they were doing. It felt so good. They hadn’t had sex in so long. As soon as they began, her body crumbled and orgasm exploded.
“Oh…god.”

Coen rocked into her hard, her leg over his shoulder. He was breathing deeply, frantically. The sweat was dripping done his chest and to his stomach. His cock was pulsing deeply, bring him to the edge he needed.

“I love it when you fuck me like that.”

Coen held on a moment longer and moved into her as fast as he could.

“Right there,” she said. “I’m about to cum again.”

He rubbed her clitoris, giving her the extra push she needed.

“Yes!” Her nails dug into his ass.

Coen felt the explosion inside him. He pushed as far as he could inside her, releasing. “I love
cuming inside you.” He moaned loudly, practically yelling.

Sydney’s hea
d rolled back as she caught her breath. “That was good.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t have sex for a long time.”

“Why don’t we fuck more often?”

He grabbed her face and kissed her.
“Because I love making love to you.”

“Well, I love it to. But that was pretty great.”

“Let’s incorporate it into our lifestyles more often.”

“Deal.”

He pulled out of her then dressed himself. “Now let’s have lunch.”

“They’ll know what we were doing.”

“Do you think I give a shit?” Coen said. “I know Henry fucks Renee in his car all the time.”

“He does?”

He smiled. “Guys talk too.”

“Apparently.”
She moved to the passenger’s seat.

“And they all know you love anal.”

“I miss you so much that I can’t be mad at you.”

“I guess this is a good time to mention that big spaghetti stain I left on one of the cushions.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him. “I don’t care.”

He kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

She sighed, sadly. “Any luck on job applications?”

“I le
ft my computer so she could search herself. We’ll work on it when I get home.”

Coen drove back to the front of the parking lot and they went to the cafeteria. They got their lunches then sat down. Sydney didn’t care about her friends at the moment. All she wanted was Coen. Now she had to treasure what little time she had with him. She touched his shoulder and kissed his neck randomly. Coen would grab her face and give her a passionate kiss, disregarding everyone else.

Henry cleared his throat. “How are things going with Syd’s mom?”

“I’m trying to find her a job so my wife can move back in,” Coen said.

Henry pulled out a folder. “I found these today. I don’t know what skills she has, but these are entry level positions.”

Sydney smiled at Henry. “You’re so sweet.”

“I just hate seeing you in pain.”

Coen nodded. “Thank you.” He opened the folder and skimmed through it.
“I think some of these might work.”

“I’m glad I could help,” Henry said.

“So, why were you guys late?” Derek asked.

“We were fucking in my truck,” Coen said simply.

Henry nodded. “Word.”

Sydney blushed.

“High-five,” Derek said.

Coen smacked his hand.

“Did you do anal?” Derek asked.

Sydney glared at Coen.

Coen smiled. “Not this time.”

When they finished lunch, they went their separate ways.

“Can I see you before you leave?” Sydney asked.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you at your car,” he said.

“Okay.”

She went to her classes and tried to concentrate. She wanted the period to move faster, to go by quicker. When her classes were finally done, she practically sprinted to the parking lot. When she landed in his arms, she kissed him passionately, pinning him against the Jeep.

He smiled when he pulled away. “I like your enthusiasm.”

“I just love you.”

“Keep loving me.”

“Can we go in the back of your truck before you head to work?”

“I would love to but we don’t have time.”

She pouted her lips.

“I’m sorry. I’ll slip it in whenever I have time. No pun intended.”

She chuckled.

“Call me before you go to bed,” he said.

“Okay.”

He kissed her forehead. “Have a good day. And call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Coen walked away and got into his truck before he drove away.

Sydney sighed then headed to work. The lab wasn’t nearly as exciting now that she and Coen weren’t living together. She thought about him constantly, and the depression affected every avenue of her life. Their separation was painful.

When she went to Nancy’s, she was just as miserable.

They had dinner together then watched TV on the couch. She noticed Nancy and Thatcher didn’t show any affection when they were around her.
That made her feel worse.

“You guys don’t have to hide your happiness from me,” Sydney said. “Don’t tone down your affection.”

Nancy smiled. “You caught that?”

“I know how affectionate you are,” Sydney said with a smile. “You tell me in great detail.”

Nancy moved to Thatcher’s lap.

When it was late, Sydney went to bed. She called Coen when she was inside the covers.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “Going to bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Your mom applied to a few jobs. We’ll see what happens.”

“Do you want to rip her head off yet?”

“She’s not that bad, actually,” he said.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

He sighed.

“Are you lying on the couch?”

“Yeah, your mom is already asleep.”

Sydney took a deep breath.

“I’m really horny for you right now,” he whispered.

“
I’m always horny for you.”

“Even right now?”

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“Hold on.” He put the phone down the
n picked it up a minute later. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” she asked incredulously.

“I know you know how. I showed you.”

“But I like it better when it’s you.”

“Pretend,” he whispered. A faint moan escaped his lips. “That’s what I’m doing.” He continued to breathe into the phone, his quiet sighs becoming louder. Hearing it was making her hot. She reached down and touched herself.

“Are you doing it?” he said with a sexy voice.

“Yeah…”

“Now pretend it’s me.”

“Oh…”

Coen continued to breathe in
to the phone. “You’re on all fours on the bed, and I’m fucking you from behind.”

“Yeah…”

“You’re tight, warm, whispering my name.”