Cole, page 13
COLE
NO ONE TOUCHES HER. Those had been the words that I'd uttered to Bull on my way out of Raven's RV. His response had been to jerk his head back to meet my eyes, and I could tell that he'd been trying to determine how serious I was. It took only a second for him to acknowledge my low demand with a chin lift. Good. I wouldn't have to worry about some man touching her, trying to get inside her panties, which I was sure were soaked by our hot kiss. It had been hot. Scorching hot. With the way I was feeling, I was going to make sure that no one was going to have the privilege of fucking Raven while I was around.
Not while I wanted her.
We'd been skirting around each other since she'd arrived. I was positive she'd felt the same attraction. After tonight, I didn't know what was going to keep me away from her. She'd taken my fucking breath away, looking like an innocent angel as she’d stood in front of me, dressed to kill, sending out a subtle challenge to me. She was so fucking beautiful. My dick had gotten hard instantly, leading me right to her.
I knew that I had to calm down. I liked rough sex. Fuck, I thrived on it, and the club whores knew how to take it. The way that my kiss with Raven had started out wasn't me, but I'd pushed back the monster that had wanted to just take her mouth and leave it bruised. The little control that I'd lost hadn't frightened Raven, though, and that was a fucking good sign.
I hadn't fucked one of the club women since Raven had come on the scene. I'd convinced myself that it was because of all the shit the club had been dealing with, but I knew I was lying to myself. None of the club whores’ used up pussies tempted me when I wanted Raven, and not just because she was fresh meat. There was something different about the girl. I'd seen it when I’d first laid eyes on her, and when she’d opened her mouth and that sultry heat had come out, the sensual sound had reached something deep inside.
I wanted her like a fiend. I wanted my mouth on her, my hands, my dick inside that pussy. My brothers had heeded my warning to stay away from her, and some of them had probably guessed the selfish reasons for my demand. I didn't give a fuck. The ones with old ladies knew exactly why I’d made her off-limits. They'd all been through their own personal hell when they'd met their women. Hell, Sax was still working through shit with Holly over the whole baby issue.
I didn’t want Raven as an old lady. I just wanted her.
I entered the warehouse with the intention of winding down with a few drinks. It was clear what the other brothers were up to. Chewy, Riggs, and Loco were sitting down at the end of the work bench, shooting the shit and, by the looks of it, getting wasted. Mitzi was with them, making sure that they were all getting equal attention. Junior was sucking on Cherry's tits, the hand under her skirt working furiously between her legs. Lulu was sitting with LD over in a corner, and I could tell that she was working really hard to get his dick. She would have been better off hitting up another brother for what she wanted, because LD looked like he was already lost in alcohol.
The brothers with old ladies were absent, which was usual on a week night. Demon was nowhere to be seen either. He’d probably made the trip to Crystal's Palace again. I would be glad when we were done with the new clubhouse, because the warehouse was inadequate for what we were using it for. I aimed for the makeshift bar and helped myself to the tequila, pouring myself a generous portion.
I threw it back, enjoying the burn as it glided down my throat and hit my belly. A few more of these and I'd head back to my RV for the night. I'd stopped there earlier for a shower, had rubbed one off while thinking about Raven, gotten dressed, and then stopped at the trailer that we used for cooking and laundry. The old ladies had decided to make tacos, and I wolfed down several before going to the warehouse.
"You look tired, baby."
I was tossing back drink number two when I heard Tamara's voice next to me. I shot her a disinterested glance. "Not in the mood." Usually that tone was all it took to get a girl to walk away, but Tamara wasn't like the other club girls. I poured myself another drink, wondering what Raven was doing at that moment. "Fucking tired." We'd been busting our asses getting the clubhouse built as quickly as possible.
"I bet," she cooed close to my ear, moving behind me. The next thing I felt were her hands on my shoulders. "Let me work out some of the kinks."
Why the fuck not? I let her massage my shoulders and back, groaning when she hit a particular muscle that needed what she was giving me.
"You are tight."
There wasn't much strength in her hands, but it was better than nothing. What I needed was a deep tissue rub, but I'd settle for booze and weed. "Who's got the weed?" I could smell it.
"Here, brother."
Loco passed a joint down to me. I took a couple of hits and passed it back.
"There's other ways of working out stress, baby," Tamara whispered into my ear, her hands still massaging me. "Why don’t we go to your trailer?"
I considered her offer, only because I was horny as fuck over Raven and I knew that fucking Tamara would take the edge off. Tamara was good with her hands and mouth, she knew how rough I liked it, and she delivered. She had a little bit of kink in her, too. She was open to bondage and golden showers. I hadn't done that particular act with her, but plenty of my brothers had.
My dick was about to pound right threw my fucking pants. I'd rubbed a few off thinking about Raven in the last few weeks—what would be the difference if I thought about her while I fucked Tamara? I threw back my third drink and the next thing I knew, Tamara’s hand was at my zipper. She knew me well enough to know that my hesitation gave her a good chance of persuading me.
She put her mouth against my ear, her hand massaging my hard dick through my pants. "Come with me, baby. I know you've not been taken care of lately. Let me make you feel good."
The alcohol and weed were working, turning my brain numb and my thoughts muddled. The hand rubbing my dick felt fucking good, familiar, but I didn't want familiar. I wanted her hand to be Raven's. But I needed relief. I needed to feel the rush of spilling my cum. That was a familiar I could deal with.
All I had to do was close my eyes and think of Raven.
I groaned, disgusted with my thoughts. Why the fuck did I feel that I needed to think of her to get off when I was with another woman? That was all kinds of fucked up. I was a free man. I owed loyalty to no one, except my brothers. Wanting Raven didn't mean that I couldn't fuck someone else. That's what we did. We fucked whoever we wanted, whenever we wanted, and we moved on. No fucking strings. No attachments.
My gut said that things would be different with Raven.
"Come on, baby, you know I can make you feel so good." She was tugging at my ear with her teeth. "I always do."
Not going to happen. I remembered my words to Raven and snorted.
"You want me to do you here?" She sank to her knees between my legs, trying to work my pants open in a kind of desperation. I stared down at the top of her white hair, and then further down to the tits hanging out of her skimpy top, but when she looked up at me her eyes weren't the ones that I wanted to see. There was a knowing gleam of triumph there, revealing a woman who was pleased with herself, possibly thinking that she had won. I hadn't touched her in weeks, and she'd finally worn me down.
Not going to happen.
I brushed her hands away, ignoring her surprised gasp. "Go find another brother," I said in a hard tone. "Not going to happen."
Her mouth dropped open for a second before she pulled herself together and got to her feet in a huff. She knew better then to cause a scene, but if looks could kill, I'd have been six feet under.
Someone laughed. "Come down here baby, you can suck my dick." It was Loco.
Tamara continued to glare at me, willing me with her eyes to change my mind. When I didn't she turned and stalked down to Loco, knowing that she couldn't deny him. If she didn't like her purpose for being at the club, she knew where the door was.
That was the fucking problem with club sluts. They couldn't get it through their heads that just because they were at our beck and call didn't mean that they had a shot at becoming someone's old lady.
I threw back another shot and headed to my bed.
Chapter 15
Raven
I'D NEEDED THIS, GETTING away from Desert Rebels' compound and having a night of fun, even if Bull was sitting off to the side, keeping his eyes on me. He obviously took his job seriously. It amused me that a few women had approached him to dance. Why wouldn't they? Bull was a handsome man, but he steadfastly refused each one, staying in his chair and drinking his beer. Only once had I seen him leave his chair, and I assumed that he’d gone to the men's room.
Eventually I forgot that he was there, giving myself over to the activities of the night. I was sipping vodka cranberry, enjoying The Black Eyed Peas’ I got a Feeling, and watching Ellie and Holly dancing together in the cluster of twisting, gyrating bodies. Ellie was Reid's old lady, a soft-spoken, southern gal from Georgia who taught fourth grade and reminded me of a curvy Reese Witherspoon. Her straight blond hair and bangs framed a heart-shaped face and blue eyes.
"Whew! That bartender is soooo hot!" Annie, Colton’s old lady, gushed as she returned to our table with another drink. She was fanning herself with a napkin. When the server had come along and asked if we’d needed anything, she'd purposely kept her mouth shut so that she would have an excuse to go to the bar.
"Not as hot as Colton," JoJo reminded her with raised brows.
Annie shot JoJo an exasperated look as she was sitting down. "You don't have to remind me that I have an old man," she said. "I'm just looking. And do you think our men don't look when they're in a room with beautiful women?"
JoJo laughed. "Point taken." She sipped her drink.
Annie was an extravert. She loved being the center of attention, and was overly friendly to just about everyone. She worked at a gym, which I imagined helped her keep her hour-glass shape, and was probably one of the reasons that she kept her brown hair pixie short—it was low maintenance. It was a cute style on her.
Despite her outgoing, flirtatious nature, I knew that she was crazy about Colton. I'd seen them together more than once, and they could never keep their hands off each other. It was obvious they loved each other. I had learned early on from observing the relationships within the club that these women loved their men unconditionally, and they trusted them. Listening to their conversations, seeing them with their men, made me yearn for what they had.
And that yearning made my mind drift to Cole. Our last interaction had almost sent me up in flames. The man sure knew how to kiss, and he was good with his hands. I found myself fantasizing about what sex with him would be like. Just imaging his cock slipping inside me made my pussy clench with need and drench my panties. I only hoped that his last words to me hadn't been said impulsively in a moment of unquenched lust. It hit me that I'd walked away from a horny, unfulfilled man.
Horny men and club sluts were a perfect match. Chances were that he would no longer be horny by the time I returned to my RV.
"It doesn't bother anyone that they have club women around them when you're not there?" I asked. Holly and Ellie had just returned to the table, but my question was directed at JoJo. She was the oldest in the group, and she had also been an old lady the longest.
In spite of the loud music surrounding us, our table grew momentarily quiet.
"Well, speaking for myself, it did bother me in the beginning. Not because I didn't trust Oz, because I do. But those sluts are just that—sluts. They dress and act the part twenty-four-seven, and I hate the reason that they're there."
"I had a problem with it in the beginning, too," Holly admitted. "Well, I kind of still do. That bitch Tamara was a real pain in my ass at the beginning of my relationship with Sax."
Ellie was swaying slightly to the music. "She's so obvious in what she wants."
"And she's persistent," Annie added, reaching for her drink. "But that didn't get her anywhere with Colton," she smirked. "Once he had a taste of me. That's the key. Give the man you want a taste, and he'll keep coming back for more."
The girls laughed. "That only works if he's into you," Holly cautioned, giving me a look that made me worry that she suspected something. "If he's just in it to screw you, then that's all you'll get. After he adds you to another notch on his bed post, it's bye-bye."
"Why are you looking at me?" I asked innocently.
She laughed. "Honey, you're the only one here who doesn't have an old man. We already claimed ours."
I frowned, reaching for my drink. "I still don't know why you're looking at me." Only I did. God, was my infatuation with Cole that obvious?
Ellie's southern drawl was soft and sweet. "Don't feel bad, Raven. It was the same way for me in the beginning. I was so attracted to Reid, the big, bad-ass biker. He resisted me every step of the way. They're all convinced that having an old lady will make them weak, so they run the other way when they see us coming."
"Yeah. They seemed to know before we did that we were ‘The One,’," Annie said, holding up air quotes.
"We know you're interested in Cole," Holly chimed in smugly, her tone daring me to refute it.
My eyes grew round in an effort to convince them of my innocence. "What? No—"
"And we know he's smitten with you."
I burst out with laughter. "’Smitten?’"
"Wrong word, Ellie," JoJo corrected with a grin. "He's in lust with her."
I shook my head and opened my mouth to deny it, then asked myself why I would. If they'd guessed that I was attracted to Cole, what was the sense in playing stupid? I was attracted to him.
"Our men talk to us, you know." Annie rose to her feet. "This is my favorite band. I'm going to dance."
I had completely tuned out the music. I exhaled loudly. "Well, maybe I'm in lust with him, too, and that's all it is."
"You two haven't...yet?"
I knew exactly what Ellie was asking. I felt heat crawl up my neck. "No."
"It's sex, Ellie. Screwing. Fucking. Bumping pee pees."
Bumping pee pees? I burst into laughter.
Ellie waved JoJo off. "I was trying to be a lady."
This time Holly was the one snickering. "You can't be a lady and still be with one of the Desert Rebels, Ellie. You should know that by now. Those boys are filthy, lust-crazed animals." Her gaze moved to me. "Just be forewarned, honey, don't expect candy and flowers from Cole if he makes a move on you."
I was pretty sure he already had, earlier that evening, but I didn't say so. In fact, he'd made a couple of moves on me since we'd met, but he always managed to pull away before it went too far.
"They don't do that lovey dovey crap. They're rough and hard in bed, just like they live their lives," Holly continued.
I was okay with rough and hard. Lord, all this talk about sex was making me horny. I felt like I should get out on the dance floor and work out some of the hunger in my blood.
"Colton is an animal in bed," Ellie admitted with a dreamy look on her pretty face.
"When you're bumping pee pees?" JoJo got to her feet. "I've got to go to the little girl's room."
That left Ellie, Holly, and me at the table.
"Something to look forward to." Holly shot me a wink.
"I don't know. Cole goes out of his way to avoid me."
"That's because he's scared, honey." I looked at Ellie for her to elaborate. "He knows that you're different, and it scares him because he wants you. He probably knew it the minute he looked into your eyes."
I thought back to our first meeting, wondering if that’s what he had thought when he’d looked at me.
"It's hard to know what they're thinking when they first meet you, they give off that tough, outlaw vibe."
That was the truth. Most of the men seemed to walk around with the same intense expressions, making them appear callous and distant, at least until you got to know them. I glanced over at Bull, looking for an example that would confirm this. Yep. Same stern, unapproachable face as the rest of them as he stared out at the crowd. Feeling my eyes on him, his gaze shifted to me, softening a little.
It occurred to me that I could easily be attracted to Bull. He had that bad-ass biker vibe down to a tee. He was big and solid, and his scar made him scary-looking, but when he smiled it made all the difference. Too bad I was already smitten by another biker. One who was even more dangerous.
I wondered if Cole was waiting for my return. He'd said that I was to come back to him. Did he expect me to go to his RV when I got back? Would I have the nerve to? I knew the answer to that without having to think about it. I didn't have that kind of confidence. And if I did, and then found him in bed with another woman? It would devastate me. Why leave myself open to that kind of hurt, that kind of rejection? No, it would be better if I just went to my own RV. If he wanted to continue where we'd left off, he knew where to find me.
COLE
IT WAS MIDNIGHT WHEN Bull texted me to say that he and Raven were on their way home. It would be another hour before they arrived. I debated about whether or not I would just forget about the fucking hard-on I'd had since she'd left and let her go to her trailer to sleep. Fuck that. I was in fucking pain from wanting her so badly, and I wasn't going to get any sleep fantasizing about her and that curvy body, naked and in my bed.
I lay in bed with one arm over my eyes, wondering what her reaction was going to be when Bull dropped her off at my RV. He'd texted me several times while they'd been out, had even sent me a picture of Raven out on the dance floor. That hadn't helped my predicament. Several times I'd reached for my dick, curling my hand around it and giving it a few jerks, but then I'd quit because I didn't want to waste my load on my belly and thighs.
She was a fucking goddess in that clinging dress, but I couldn't wait to peel it from her body. No, fuck that, I would rip it off her. Those stilettos made her killer legs go on for fucking miles, legs that I wanted wrapped around me while I was pounding my dick into her. In the photo her messy bun was even sexier falling halfway down around her neck as she wound her arms up over her head and moved her hips to the music.
