“Creed did that?” Wren replied, shocked. “Why on earth did he do that?”
“No idea,” I shrugged just as perplexed as she was, “Cole has no idea either. When Creed first asked Cole didn’t question the request, but now we have … been … intimate and he is reluctant to be too visible until he and his father can have a talk.”
“It doesn’t make sense, and Cole is far from a playboy. He doesn’t hook up with random chicks at the Club or anywhere else. Creed must have a good reason if he asked that of Cole,” Wren informed us, getting a nod of approval from Devon.
“I agree; Creed isn’t the kind of guy to interfere with his kid’s private life unless it’s Willow’s.”
“Well, you would know more about his ways than me,” I said, looking at Wren and Devon, “the only interaction I have with Creed is at signings or when he comes to the bookstore to pick up Memphis, and then it’s just a series of grunts, growls and chin lifts. I understand nothing when it comes to my boss’s husband.”
If only there was a manual of some sort that might explain the meaning of the chin lift in all its varying kinds. Chapters on the happy chin lift, angry etc., anything that could help me understand what was going on inside the man’s head.
“Ah, the chin lift and growls,” Wren clucked, “there are many versions, and to understand them, you must be in touch with your inner alpha or be having sex with one. It’s the only way to unlock the hidden meaning of the biker slash soldier communication techniques.”
Staring opened-mouthed at Wren, I suddenly dissolved in a fit of giggles, with Peyton, Addy and Devon joining me.
“Oh Wren, you have a unique way of putting things,” I laughed uncontrollably, “you definitely need to meet my friend Thayer. She has no filter or sense of decorum but in the sweetest kind of way.”
“And you really need to spend an afternoon with the Flock and Shiloh. Two hours with those ladies, and your ears will be bleeding and your face permanently red. Nightmares for weeks and a sudden need for Tequila,” Addy spluttered through fits of giggles.
Wren shook with laughter, tears streaming down her face.
“My mother-in-law and sister-law have assembled a weird but wonderful and lovable group of women. They have knowledge and compassion for everyone, and they know absolutely everything about you with just a look.”
“Sounds like Thayer, only she has very little useful knowledge and is clueless most of the time.”
“Next time we all get together, you should bring her along. She sounds interesting,” Peyton said before lifting a glass of ice water to her lips and taking a big gulp.
“Oh god, as long as there isn’t a single biker around, that should be fine. In her own words, she is looking for a hunk to do sex things with, and trust me; she is desperate to find one.”
“Sex things?” Devon asked.
“Yep,” I nodded vigorously, “Thayer is still a virgin, something she won’t mind me divulging, she is itching to get her cherry popped, her words not mine.”
“Oh, we have to get Thayer in on a Friday night movie session at the compound,” Wren declared, clapping her hands. “She just might give Shiloh a run for her money in the inappropriate stakes.”
Sounds of men swearing and laughing came from the bottom of the stairs under the balcony where we were sitting. Uncrossing my legs, I craned my head and looked down over the railing to see a shirtless Cole, along with four other equally shirtless huge, muscled men walking up the sand-covered path to the stairs. They were talking low, and it was near impossible to decipher what they were saying from here other than the curse words, but Cole looked relaxed … to a degree. His ever-present aviator sunglasses covered his eyes, ironically Oakley’s, but I could see a slight tick in his jaw and a tenseness in his shoulders.
Oh boy, what could have happened to cause that?
“Looks like you are off the hook for any further explaining until a later date, Oaklee, but don’t think I didn’t catch that there were several reasons for you and Cole going under the radar with your relationship. You will be explaining yourself after I have some alone time with my husband; if I have to be away from our baby boy, then I am going to make the most of it.” Getting to her feet, Wren walked around the outdoor table to my side and laid a hand on my shoulder.
“Welcome to the family, Oaklee. Having a Son by your side in life is the best feeling of pure magic a woman can have. Just remember they need a good kicking from time to time; sometimes they forget that we can’t read minds,” she lectured gently, leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek. “All we have to do is figure out those growls and chin lifts, and peace and quiet will reign supreme.”
Chuckling, Wren headed for the stairs just as the men stepped onto the landing, Cole the first one up, his glasses now off, and his black eyes immediately searched for me.
“Temptress, you ready?” His deep voice penetrating right to my core.
“For what?” I managed to rasp under his heated gaze, raw sexual power wafting around him.
Stalking forward, Cole didn’t stop until he was in front of me, his hands coming around my arms and bringing me to his feet, his arms engulfing my small frame like a warm blanket. Our friends around us forgotten as we held each other, lost in our little bubble.
Pulling back just enough to look down at me, Cole pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“For me.”
Oh, yes please.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
COLE
With our hands laced, I led Oaklee past my team, and up to the top floor of the building. Mine was the only apartment on the third floor along with a roof top garden where we’d also installed a hot tub. It was the perfect way to heal a sore body after months on deployment or just to get away from the noise of life, relaxing under the night sky and listening to the sounds of the ocean.
Tonight I had other plans. Tonight I was going to make love to my Temptress, and this time there was no way I was going to forget a second of it.
My talk with the team had been hard, talking about my private life not something I made a regular occurrence, but it had to been done and now it was. I laid out the truth about Oaklee and me, my hand forced to give a little of her struggle thanks mainly to Kodah’s bullshit.
I accepted and believed he was contrite for running his mouth, but that didn’t get him off, not from my perspective. He and I still had some shit to sort out, namely being him not taking care of his own personal shit. Taking it out on Oaklee, whether she was there or not was something he wasn’t going to get away with. Oaklee brought out a protective side of me, that rivalled what my dad felt for my mother, or close to it, and I found myself taking it very seriously, even this early into our relationship.
Opening the door to my place, I stepped aside and let Oaklee go in first, not letting go of her hand for a second. When we arrived, I’d showed her around the whole complex, helped her unpack, then took her down to the beach, where after a while, the others followed, and then the girls kidnapped Oaklee for girl time. I worried about that, too; getting the third degree from Wren and Devon was tough enough. Add Addy and Peyton to the mix and poor Oaklee would have been overwhelmed. I just thanked God Shiloh had to stay in Ballarat to take care of Club business. Shiloh was like a bull in a china shop most of the time, she said what was on her mind and she never sugar-coated her opinion. On anything.
Taking Oaklee with me, I headed to the window and closed it, then continued into the bedroom.
“Not going to lock the door?” Oaklee asked me.
“No need.” Was my only response.
“Going to let go of my hand?” she quipped, giving it a squeeze.
Entering my room, I closed the door behind us and quickly pushed her against it, caging her in with my body, my arms on either side of her head.
“No, I’m not Oaklee, I don’t plan on letting you go tonight for a second,” I murmured, my lips on hers.
“I’m not going to stop touching you all night, my mouth will know every i
nch of you by the morning, your pussy will mould around my cock and keep that shape, memorising me.” Whimpering, Oaklee’s legs shift apart, silently asking me to come closer, and of course, I moved. Fitting myself between her open thighs, my bulging cock automatically seeking out her mound covered only by thin, denim shorts.
Snaking my hands down the side of her ribs, I grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt and slowly dragged it up her body, painfully slowly revealing her sun-kissed torso.
“Shouldn’t … we … um close the curtains,” Oaklee stammered breathily, helping me get her tee off by ducking her head and pulling out of the garment.
“We’re on the top floor, too high for anyone to look in,” I told her, my eyes riveted to the red lace bra covering her pert breasts.
“I want the room light so I can see how sexy and beautiful you are,” I whispered, then leaned down and licked my tongue from the top of her neck and all the way down to the slope of one breast.
“I want to see what makes you moan.” Pulling down the cup of her bra, I latched my mouth over the pale pink nub, taking half of her breast into my mouth with it.
Suckling hard, I pulled on her glorious tit, her sweet taste exploding into my senses. Doing the same to her other breast, I tried to calm my raging cock with my palm. Smashing against it, desperate to give him a tiny bit of relief, which was near impossible with Oaklee whimpering for more of my mouth.
Reaching around her back, I unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, then went straight for the zipper on her shorts.
“I want to hear you beg me to lick your pussy, open it with my fingers and slide my tongue through your wet slit. Sucking on your clit until you cream all over my lips.” Shoving two hands into her shorts, I pushed them and her panties down her legs, hearing them drop with a soft thud. “Then hear you scream my name when I push inside you and make you mine.” Dropping to my knees, pushing my face into the tuft of hair and breathing deeply.
“My god Oaklee, you smell so fucking sweet,” I groaned, running my nose through the soft hair. “Put your leg over my shoulder, baby, brace yourself against the door.”
Oaklee took less than five seconds to do my bidding, her eagerness bringing a wicked smile to my lips. So responsive, so accommodating. The possibilities that ran through my head made my dick twitch more.
“Good girl,” I praised, remembering how she reacted the few times I called her that the other night.
Taking a moment to appreciate the woman before me, her body naked and open to me, I take hold of her thighs and sigh happily.
“Now I am going to eat this glorious pussy, my Temptress, and you are going to show me just how good I do it. Understand, Oaklee? Don’t hide your passion from me, and tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
Oaklee grabbed a fistful of my short hair, and yanked my head forward, her grunt of frustration amusing.
“I don’t like that your mouth isn’t touching my pussy yet, Cole,” she complained, then squealed loudly when I opened my mouth and covered her pussy lips, drawing them into my mouth, swallowing up her tiny mound.
Working my tongue and lips, I devoured her, my tongue sliding up and down her labia while my lips sucked up her wet juices. Moving her hips wildly, Oaklee ground her cunt against my mouth, her movements hurried and unrehearsed.
“Jesus, honey, your mouth is … ahh yes … so good.” Her pants turned me on so much, hearing her call me honey, my plan to take my sweet time with her was rapidly about to change. Spearing her hole deep with my tongue, again then once more. I growled low and dangerous when a flood of cream coated my tongue just at the same time Oaklee wailed my name, chanting it over and over as her hips bucked and jerked, her core clenching onto my tongue, strangling it as her climax rolled on and on.
My mouth and chin were smothered in Oaklee’s release, and I never wanted to wash it off. Knowing I did that to her drove her so wild that she screamed my name so loud a passing ship could hear; she made me feel like a conqueror. My dick was throbbing in my pants, pulsing at the same quick pace as my heart.
Whatever Oaklee was doing to me, I didn’t want it to stop.
Lapping up as much juice as I could, I swiped my tongue over her quivering clit one last time before carefully pulling her leg from my shoulder, making sure she was steady before getting to my feet, my hands going to my waistband to unbutton my pants and removing them.
“I wanted to do that.” Oaklee’s cute pout made even cuter by the way she was slumped against the door, barely holding her head up with her arms limp by her sides.
“Temptress, if you even brush a finger across my dick, I will shoot my load all over the floor,” I choked out, suddenly thinking of her jacking me off with her soft hands, my cum spilling from the tip and coating her fingers.
Fuck! Don’t think about her mouth around it, mate, or there will be no chance for you to hold back.
Ridding myself of my boots, I hurriedly kicked off my jeans and picked Oaklee up by her waist, her legs wrapping around me, and carried her to the bed.
Never had three feet felt so long, with her wet, flooded pussy pressing into my groin. All I can think is how much I want to remember what it was like being in her for the first time. That night was still so frustratingly unclear. Small pieces came back to me, but I want to remember it all. Not so much for me, but for her. Oaklee deserved so much better than what my alcohol-fuzzed brain could recall. It still shamed me to think she gave me herself so willingly, knowing how she felt about me, and there I was, believing for a time it had been a wet dream.
A bite to my earlobe brought my mind back to where it should be … with my tiny Temptress.
“You okay, honey?” Oaklee stared at me with concern in her greens.
Kissing her softly, I took us both down onto the bed, her under me, her legs still wrapped around my waist. She was so small, so tiny, so trusting it broke my heart but in a good way.
“Never better, baby, never better,” I crooned against her lips, loving that she cared so much for me.
My dick was at her entrance, so desperate to slide in, there was nothing on this earth that could stop me from taking her and making her really mine.
No questions, no doubts.
“Make love to me, honey, let’s create a new first time.” My heart clenched at her generosity, her unbelievable forgiveness for my thoughtless actions. Oaklee was handing me a reprieve and I wasn’t about to turn it down. Never again will I let her down, let her believe she was anything but worthy.
Sinking my arms under her shoulders, I cupped her head in my palms and moved my hips forward. The head of my cock slipping past her wet lips, breaching her entrance. The heat that met my cock was overwhelmingly warm and slick, the tightness only this far in so incredible I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like once I was balls deep in her.
“Look at me, baby,” I demanded when I noticed her closing her eyes, her face tight with concentration as I slowly inched my way inside her.
“Don’t stop looking at me, please. I want this moment ingrained into my brain, your eyes looking back at me when I make you mine.”
“I am yours, Cole,” Oaklee whispered back to me, her inner muscles clamping and convulsing with each push of my hips.
“Yeah, you are,” I agreed, surging forward until my dick was hitting the entrance of her cervix and my balls resting at the rosebud of her arse.
“Fuck!”
“So deep, so deep.”
Oaklee and I cried out at the same time, our voices trembling.
“Sweet mother of God, there is nothing better than this.” My worshiping words bringing a smile to my girl’s lips.
“You say the sweetest things, honey,” Oaklee sassed me.
“They are more than just words, baby, I mean every one. Are you okay with me lying on you like this? I can get up a bit—” I went to move up on my forearms, but Oaklee whimpered, her nails scoring the skin on my back.
“No! Like this, I want us like this. Close.”
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Dropping a hot, open-mouth kiss to hers, I grunted my approval at her need for me to be close. Pulling my hips back, I pulled out of her until just my tip was inside, then painfully slow, pushed back in. Her natural suction was so tight I had to work to get back in.
Pulling back and pushing forward, we found a rhythm as we kissed. Tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth, then lathing it with my tongue, I lost myself in Oaklee’s sexy moans. One thing that was very clear, Oaklee loved to kiss. Her mouth chased mine, and her tongue mimicked what mine did to her. All the while, our pelvises ground together until that familiar tingle crept up from the base of my spine. My toes curled as I tried to gain control over my body, but the immense pleasure of just being inside Oaklee was too great an obstacle to fight against.
Ripping my lips away, I latched my mouth to her throat, just below her ear, and alternated between gentle bites and licks at the delicate skin. I discovered the other night with great satisfaction, Oaklee also loved her neck being kissed.
As much as I wanted her nipples back in my mouth, Oaklee wanted me close, and what Oaklee wants, she gets. Plus, we have so many more days and nights ahead of us for me to kiss and memorise every inch of her. It didn’t bother me; in fact, having her erect nipples digging into my chest was just fine.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” I moaned into her throat, one second wishing for that ultimate rush of release, the next begging my dick not to let this moment ever end.
“So close, honey,” Oaklee moaned, “I’m so close.”
Switching one of my hands to cup the back of her neck, I gently tilted her head to get better access to her throat. Skimming my tongue down the graceful column, I used my tongue as I did in her pussy. Long deep strokes, leaving a wet trail, marking her skin with my scent so that there was no mistaking who she belonged to.
“Come for me, Temptress, give me all your essence, coat me in it, bathe my dick in your cum.” My dirty words did what I intended them to do, Oaklee let out a sobbing groan, her core muscles squeezing my dick so hard it hurt.
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