Cole, page 24
He began to flick my clit. I threw my head back against his shoulder and turned my face toward him. He took advantage and covered my mouth with his, and that was all it took for to come apart. My orgasm exploded from me in giant waves that rocked my hips and caused my body to clamp down on Cole's cock. Our mouths separated, he grunted in my ear, and then I felt his warm seed flood my insides. He held me tightly against him, breathing heavily in my ear. We stayed like that until our orgasms waned and we were able to catch our breath.
I whimpered when Cole's cock slipped out of me, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness. I felt his cum dripping from between my labia, and then suddenly his hand was there. He grunted, gathering up the thick release and pushing it back inside me.
My body super sensitive, I twitched wildly and then laughed softly. "What are you doing?"
"Want my seed inside you where it belongs," he rasped against my ear. "Someday I'll want it there for another reason." He moved from behind me and then pulled me down with him onto the bed.
Ohmygod! Did he mean what I thought he meant? He really was serious about us. That knowledge warmed me inside. Cole had never struck me as the kind of man who would be interested in having a steady woman, much less a family. There were facets of the man I still had to discover.
Cole kept me spooned in front of him, our bodies tight. He didn't seem in any hurry to leave, and I was enjoying the intimacy between us. He hadn't seemed to want this sort of closeness before. I’d never been with a man before that wanted to cuddle after sex, so this was a new and pleasant experience for me. The few boyfriends I'd been with had been much younger and more inexperienced than Cole, and had been incapable of giving beyond the actual act of sex.
Sex was a lot more than just the act of fucking.
"You're staying here."
He hadn’t asked, “will you stay here,” or said, “I'd like you to stay here,” just, “you're staying here” in that rough, sexy voice that trickled down my spine like a subtle caress.
In spite of Cole's bossiness, I smiled. "Is that so? What about the life I have back home? My family?"
His silence told me that he was considering this. "You live at home, yeah?"
I nodded.
"Now you live with me, and you can visit your family. They can come here."
"What about my job?" I'd given up my job, but I was fairly certain that I could get it back.
"Entertaining men?"
I giggled.
"Is it something you can do here?"
"I can do it anywhere," I admitted.
"What is it, woman?" He pulled me onto my back, his tone frustrated.
"Someday I'll tell you," I teased.
He growled. "What if I beat it out of you?"
I laughed. "What if you fucked it out of me?"
Instant arousal came into his eyes. "Don't tempt me, baby. Right now I need to get a shower and then update Demon."
I half-laughed, half-snorted. "You fucked me dirty?"
He winked, his grin purely feral. "Baby, dirty is the only way I know how."
Suddenly overcome with emotion, I reached up and curled my arm around his neck, so grateful for what he'd done for me. No words seemed necessary. Cole knew exactly what I wanted. He met my lips halfway in a kiss that was so unlike the man that I knew that it brought tears to my eyes. The kiss was tender. Soft. Filled with deep emotion. Our mouths worked together in a slow exploration that renewed the spark between us.
"Fuck," he growled after pulling away. "You're too tempting." With that Cole rolled away and got to his feet.
He was stronger than I was.
He stood there for a minute, shamelessly letting me check him out in all his naked glory. The man was a magnificent specimen, his cock at half-mast and bobbing. He ran his hand up and down his chest, a wolfish grin spreading across his handsome face.
"You're shameless," I murmured, feeling my body respond to his magnificence. "And a pussy tease."
He threw his head back and roared with laughter, and then, taking pity on me, turned and headed for the bathroom. I watched his retreating backside, licking my lips at the tight buns of steel. I lay back, totally happy and content, already knowing that I would stay. I would make a visit home to see my mother and sisters, but first I needed to get my car. No way was I going to stay without a way to get around on my own.
I listened to the shower running and got out of bed to dress with thoughts running through my head about all of the things I would need to do—find an apartment, possibly get back the job that I'd just given up at the Naked Lady. Cole wanted me to stay, but I didn't think he wanted me to stay there at the clubhouse with nothing to do.
I was just straightening up the bed when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lean hips and another around his thickly corded neck.
"You're a hot, wet mess." A God was more like it. "I'm going down for breakfast."
"Can you wait?"
I paused at the door.
"There's this new place I want to take you to. I'm in the mood for steak."
"For breakfast?" I shuddered with distaste, smiling. "I'm going down for coffee then. I need fuel." A slow smile turned up the corners of my mouth as a thought occurred to me. "This will be our first date!" I couldn't curb my enthusiasm, and my smile didn't waver under Cole's less-than-happy expression. "Get over it, asshole, this is a date." I left before he could refute it.
I heard Cole's growl while I was closing the door, and laughed all the way down stairs.
COLE
I WATCHED RAVEN'S CUTE little ass leaving the room, slowly coming to the realization that she was right. Taking her to breakfast could be considered a date. I hadn’t wanted to burst her bubble by admitting that I'd taken Tamara to breakfast once, but it'd been as far from a date as the moon was from Earth. I didn't want to spend time with the club slut like I wanted to do with Raven. With Raven, I wanted to spend time with her in and out of my bed. That was a new concept for me.
A date.
Christ, I hadn't been on a date since high school.
I quickly dressed and headed down to find Demon. With the trouble plaguing the club, I never knew when he'd call church. I wanted to touch base with him and find out if we'd had any luck in finding any of the pricks from Devil's Soldiers.
I saw Raven sitting at a table, sipping coffee and talking to Lulu as I was walking down the stairs. As if attuned to my presence she turned my way, and fuck if her smile didn't get me right in the heart. What the hell? I wasn't used to feeling anything other than mild friendship or lust for a woman, but I knew shit was going to get complicated and messy with her. When emotions were involved, it always did.
I saw Oz sitting at the bar and made a bee line straight for him. "Hey, brother, Demon around?"
He shrugged. "Did you check his room?"
"Naw. Don't like bothering him when he's in there, especially if he's busy."
We both knew what “busy” meant when it came to Demon. Of all the brothers, he was the one who couldn't seem to satisfy his cock. Even before his old lady had served him with divorce papers he'd fucked around, a lot. She had, too.
Oz snorted. "He hasn't been busy with any of the girls around here."
"Yeah, what's up with that? Must be some prime pussy at Crystal's Palace. That, or he's got a woman on the side that he's keeping from us."
"Guess we'll know when he wants us to know." His gaze turned speculative. "So how'd the trip to Bisbee go?"
"Shit's all taken care of," I told him. "Shark's got the crooked cop, just waiting for him to let me know the fucker is dead. The other two are already taken care of."
"So Raven is no longer a marked woman?"
"Nope." I glanced into the mirror in front of us, watching Raven laugh at something Lulu said.
"You keeping her?" He grinned, taking a drink of his coffee.
I didn't even have to think about it. "Fuck, yeah, brother. I've claimed her ass and I'm making her my old lady." Never in a thousand years had I ever thought that I would say those words.
Oz’s eyebrows shot up at my admission, surprise spreading across his face.
"Something about her, Oz. I knew it the second I set eyes on her." I gave him a serious look. "Tired of fighting it."
"Never thought I'd see the day when our enforcer would join the ranks of fallen brothers," he joked. Something in the mirror drew his attention, his mouth quirking with distaste. "Those two are up to something."
I followed his gaze to see Junior and Tamara with their heads bent together as if they were sharing a secret, but their eyes were on Raven. She was oblivious to their interest in her. I watched them for a minute, even after they realized that I was watching them and turned their attention away from Raven and towards each other. I had to agree with Oz. I didn't like the way they'd been watching Raven. I'd have to keep eyes on her.
"Can't say I'd feel bad if those two decided to disappear." I cut my eyes back to Oz. "Any news on Devil's Soldiers?"
Oz shook his head. "It's like they fucking dropped off the face of the earth. We're beginning to wonder if it was someone else wearing their cuts that attacked the club."
That was a possibility, and it wouldn't be the first time that it had happened, but most MCs liked recognition for the shit they'd done to a rival club. Besides that, we didn't have any rivals in the area, so an enemy MC showing up in town wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. We may have been in the desert and fairly isolated, but we traveled everywhere.
"I'm hungry."
Soft arms slinked around my neck, and a pair of full tits crushed against my back. I'd been preoccupied with my thoughts, but Raven's husky tone against the side of my neck sent a jolt of lust straight down to my dick. "What are you hungry for?" I smirked. I turned slightly so I could curl my arm around her waist and pull her between my spread thighs.
"Well, if you have to ask..." She leaned against me suggestively, but the growling of her belly ruined the sultry mood she’d been going for.
We both laughed. Oz shook his head at our display, but there was a grin on his face. The brother had been there and done that shit with JoJo. He'd been the first to fall.
"Brother, I'm taking my woman to Choo Choo for breakfast." I thrust my hips against Raven as I slipped off the stool.
"You should bring someone with you," he said seriously.
I shook my head. "Not on a fucking date."
"A date!" Oz exclaimed, laughing. "Well then, no one would dare attack you on a date. Bring me back a Danish. I hear they make them fresh every day."
"Will do." I grabbed Raven's hand and pulled her with me to the door. We had to pass Junior and Tamara on the way, who were heavily into each other. She was sitting on his lap with his hand between her legs, and by the movements of her body it was clear that he was fingering her pussy. His other hand was fondling the naked tit he'd pulled out of her blouse. She had her hand inside his pants. Their mouths were locked.
Before I’d met Raven that would have been me, and not necessarily with Tamara. When I was in the mood I didn't care where I was. I'd grab one of the girls and we'd do the dirty right where we were. Raven was going to find out real soon that sex with me could be anywhere, anytime. That was part of what made it dirty and exciting. In fact, I already had plans to fuck her on my bike.
Raven would be the one and only woman I'd fuck on my bike.
It was considered a rite of passage that we put all old ladies through.
Chapter 27
Raven
WHEN I REALIZED THAT we were heading towards Cole's bike I pulled back. "I'm wearing a skirt," I pointed out to him. "Let me change into jeans."
Cole halted and turned back to me with a cocky grin on his face. "Nope. Need you in a skirt for what I have in mind, baby." His eyes roamed up and down my bare legs as he spoke.
"You look like a wolf sizing me up before you eat me."
He bared his teeth, and there was a gleam in his eyes that warmed my blood while feeding my imagination. "You don't get on my bike right now, I'm going to eat you right here." He handed me his extra helmet.
I caught my breath, watching him with speechless wonder as he slipped his helmet on and then climbed on his bike. Once settled, he cut his amused eyes to me. My heart began to race, picking up on the double entendre. Without another word I put on the helmet that he handed me and then climbed on behind Cole, wrapping my arms around his middle. I tugged my skirt down as far as I could, but it was short to begin with and the denim didn't give. Cole turned his head enough to look at me over his shoulder, his face splitting into a cocky grin when he saw my dilemma. I huffed with mild irritation.
He reached back with both hands and wrapped them around my thighs, tugging me closer to his body. He slowly slid his palms down my naked thighs to my knees before giving them a squeeze. My panties instantly grew wet, my core constricted with need. It was clear that I was rapidly becoming a sex maniac around Cole. The man was potent and I was weak.
Cole started his bike and we raced through the gate and onto the road. I didn't know where he was taking me, but I knew that it wasn't toward Boulder City. I didn't really care. Just being with him on his bike, speeding down the road with the wind against us, was exhilarating. Cole was a block of tightly controlled protection in front of me, his movements precise and experienced as he maneuvered the huge bike beneath us.
I wasn't afraid when I was with him, and was eagerly looking forward to learning more about the man. I already knew that he was loyal, honest, and fair. And in spite of what he thought about himself, he was a good man. The Desert Rebels may have been hard-edged, fight-ready outlaws, but they had good qualities, too. I was sure that my family would like him. I could see my brothers having a problem with the kind of life Cole led and his possessiveness toward me, but they would like the man that he was.
Content, I hugged Cole tighter, watching the desert landscape fly past until it gradually changed into rocky crested hills and small oases of greenery. We began to pass more houses, some old and falling down, and what looked like small settlements, where clusters of trailers were set up. Road signs indicated that we were approaching a small town. I could see it in the distance. Cole dropped his speed when we reached the limits, but we didn't go far. Soon he was pulling into the parking lot of a place named Choo Choo and parking his bike.
We weren't the only bikers there, and I didn’t miss the way that Cole examined the other bikes as we dismounted, sizing up the potential enemy I supposed, but quickly dismissing them. A smile spread across my face as I handed him my helmet.
His eyes captured mine, his filling with humor. "What are you smiling at?" He reached forward and ran his hands through my hair, which I assumed was a mess.
"You," I said. "You're always assessing the situation and ready for trouble."
The warmth in his gaze moved over my face. "That's my job, baby. Keeping you safe." Then, as if he couldn't help himself, he pulled me close and crushed my mouth beneath his.
I moaned, willingly opening my mouth to his searching tongue, which was a big mistake, because once our tongues meshed we both went a little wild. Cole transferred his hands to my bottom, cupping the mounds and jerking me tightly against his loins until my feet were dangling slightly off the ground. A loud groan rumbled up his throat when I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on.
By the time he pulled away we were both breathing hard. "Damn, woman, you're a potent mixture of innocence and vixen, and you get my dick hard."
I laughed softly. "What do you think you do to me? My panties are soaked right now, and my clit is tingling."
He growled as if in pain. "Fuck. Let's get inside before I fuck you up against my bike for the whole fucking town to see."
Taking my hand, he turned and headed for the door. The Choo Choo was a quaint little mom and pop restaurant. The walls were lined with pictures from another era, photos of mining towns and miners and scenes from the old west, desert pictures with skylines streaked with vibrant colors while tumbleweeds dance across the dry earth. There were framed old newspaper articles. Small round tables with placemats designed to resemble the framed artwork filled the room, and about half of them were filled.
"Sit anywhere you want, folks!"
I followed the voice to see an elderly woman standing behind the counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. She immediately reminded me of a grandma with her gray hair pulled up in a bun and an apron covering the front of her. Behind her in the kitchen I could see a man who was about her age, and two younger people doing the cooking.
Cole led me to a table by the window.
"Nice place," I murmured, continuing my perusal of the inside. I could tell that the restaurant was new, but designed to reflect the ambiance of the history surrounding the area, of a much harder time in life.
"Good food, too," Cole said, already looking at the menu.
I opened my menu, too. "What do you suggest?"
"Steak and fried potatoes," he said without hesitation.
"For me," I stressed with a smile, meeting his eyes.
He made a show of looking me over. Heat traveled up into my cheeks at the way his gaze lingered on my breasts. By the time his eyes met mine, again his had darkened with hunger, and not for food. "You'd probably like the eggs Benedict."
I loved eggs Benedict!
"Good morning." I hadn't even noticed the waitress approaching. "Nice to see you again, handsome. Same as usual?"
I hated waitresses like her. Not because she was over-the-top-nice, but because of her familiarity with Cole and being so obvious about it. She wasn't just being friendly—her interested smile and the way that she licked her lips made it clear that she was hitting on him. I rolled my eyes. So far she hadn't even glanced my way.
"Yeah," Cole responded. "You know how I like it."
What?! I glared at him, wondering if he'd slept with her. I forced myself to rein it in, because Cole was handsome and virile and sexy and everything else that women found attractive. Some women just didn't know to keep the effects of his presence on them to themselves. It didn't mean that they wanted to be with him. I narrowed my eyes on her, trying to discern if she was innocent.
