by Sophia Gray
“Not like that. You put yourself and another member in danger,” he told me. “You should have waited, so I could have taken you and could have made sure you were safe.”
“Am I supposed to get your permission now?” I snapped. “You haven’t called me your girlfriend, old lady, or anything else. All you’ve done is bring me in here and tell me I have to sleep with you if I want you to keep me safe.”
“You keep acting stupid, and no one’s going to want to call you their old lady,” he said.
Stupid? Really?
“You know what, Cole? I took this from my ex-husband, and I don’t have to take it from you. I’m not your property.”
I stood up and tried to step around him, but he stepped to the side and used his size to block me from leaving.
“I’m going home,” I told him. “Get out of my way. You’re not going to keep me here.”
“You won’t be safe if you go home,” he insisted, his tone still full of rage.
“Then, I’ll crash on a friend’s couch, but you’re not going to control me. That’s not what I signed up for. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I put a hand on his chest to push him out of the way.
I meant what I said. I wasn’t going to put up with another controlling man like my ex. I thought Cole was going to be different. He’d seemed thoughtful and sensitive under that rough tattooed biker façade of his, but I figured I was finally seeing the real Cole. Just another controlling, testosterone-fueled jackass.
“I can’t let you leave,” he said, stepping in my way again.
“Why not?”
Our eyes met, and we both froze. Our anger burned between us. We were locked into each other. Neither of us wanted to be the first to move. Slowly, our rage at each other seemed to burn itself out, cooling off a little at a time. My hand relaxed on his chest, and I eventually let it slip down.
“Why can’t you let me go home, Cole?” I asked finally. It would have been the perfect time for him to admit that he was starting to feel the same way I was, but I should have known that wasn’t going to happen.
“I agreed to protect you and watch out for you. You can’t go back there. It’s not safe. It’s not even safe for you to go to work,” he said, his tone calmer than before.
“How is my work not safe? I work in a library, Cole.”
“Trust me,” he insisted, stepping closer to me.
“If I’m not even safe at work, how am I supposed to trust that I’m safe here?”
He closed what little distance was between us. His arms slid around my waist, and he pulled me against his body. I felt his warmth, his hard body, his pounding heart.
“Trust me,” he said, breathing out, his lips almost close enough to touch.
I closed my eyes, overcome with my desire for him. I couldn’t stay angry when I knew that he was right and when my body was telling me that I wanted him. My insides quivered as he pressed his hips against me. I felt him growing harder while our bodies were pressed together.
“I do,” I whispered to him.
His lips met mine, pressing against me like he owned me. It was a possessive kiss, the kind that told anyone watching that I was his. I belonged to him.
I grabbed his waist as his hands slid up to the back of my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair as his tongue probed and claimed my mouth. He held my face against his as I pulled his hips against mine.
His teeth grazed my lips gently as he pulled my hair, exposing my neck to his rough kissing and bites. I gasped as his lips touched my neck. My muscles tightened between my legs, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me.
“Take me,” I told him, sliding my hands up his back to hold onto him.
He let go of my hair and grabbed my arms. I opened my eyes and looked into his face in shock. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled, some of it hanging down around his face. His eyes no longer stared at me in anger. They looked at me with an insatiable hunger that I knew he was going to try to satisfy with me.
He turned me around and took me back in his arms. He kissed my neck and my shoulders while pressing himself against my ass and running his hands up the front of my shirt. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed me a little harder than I was used to.
My bottom lip quivered, and I drew in a sharp breath as he laced my pleasure with pain. My hands grabbed his and held them in place. I pressed my ass against him, feeling his eager erection fighting to get out of his jeans and into me. He pulled me forward by my breasts until I had to put my hands on the bed to keep from falling over onto it.
Then, he grabbed my jeans and opened the front of them. He yanked them down from behind and pulled my panties down with them. I bit my lower lip and felt my sex clenching, aching for him to enter me again. He moved his hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving a trail of kisses down my back.
I heard his belt and his jeans behind me as he dropped his pants. Soon, his erection rested between my cheeks. I pushed back, sliding him up and down along my ass. He reached down and parted me with his fingers, running one between my soaking wet lips.
“Yes, baby,” I said, grabbing his sheets and letting myself bend down a little further until I pressed my face onto the bed.
He flicked my clitoris with his wet fingertip a few times, taking my breath away, before sliding a finger inside me. He ran along my front wall, hitting my G-spot. He moved his finger in such a way that I felt myself getting wetter with each movement. I clenched my legs together as the most intense pleasure shot through my body.
He took his hand away and moved his hands to my hips. As he held me tightly with his hands, he pressed himself against my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, stretching me again to fit all of him inside. I felt the texture of his solid shaft as he slid along my walls.
He pulled my head up from the bed, guiding me back with his hand buried in my hair. He put his other hand near my mouth, placing his fingers just in front of my lips. I pulled his wet finger into my mouth, sucking my flavor from it. I felt him getting more aroused as I sucked on his finger, running my tongue over it and pulling on it. He started moving with more intensity and passion each time I took his finger fully into my mouth.
The ridge along the bottom of his shaft ran across my G-spot, making it incredibly difficult to focus on his finger for long. He pulled his hand from my mouth and pressed it against my back, holding me down against the bed as he rammed his hips into me. My body shook with each thrust.
I gripped the sheets in my hands and cried out with each orgasmic thrust. My body started to quake as he shoved his manhood deep into me from pleasure as well as from the force of his body colliding with mine. It took all my strength to hold myself up against his powerful thrusts.
“Is it good?” he panted out above me.
“Oh, God, yes, baby,” I answered with my eyes closed and my breath coming in jerks as he pummeled me.
He slid back slowly, creating a vacuum where he’d been. My body tried to hold him in, but I just shook as ecstasy overtook me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “I’m coming.” My voice came out as a whimper.
He slid back into me quickly this time, and I felt myself explode with pleasure as he drove himself along my walls. I shook and pressed back against him.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, pushing himself even deeper. He began taking slow, measured strokes into me. His cock strained. I felt his orgasm working its way up. He felt like he was going to finish at any moment. I pressed back as he pulled out of me, trying to keep him inside me.
I gasped as he left me.
“I’m coming,” he groaned out behind me.
I gasped again as his warm seed landed on my lower back.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned out over me as he spilled every drop onto my smooth, pale skin. I pressed myself against him and felt his hand sliding along his shaft as he finished himself on my back.
“Give it all to me,” I told him. “Let me have it.”
I had never
had a partner make me feel so wanted before. Compared to Cole, they’d all barely been interested in me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to have me any way he wanted me.
I let my body relax on the bed as he grabbed some tissues from his nightstand to wipe me off. His touch, even with the tissue, was both thrilling and comforting. I knew I was safe with him. I knew I could trust him to take care of me, but each time he touched me, he ignited my desire again.
After he finished cleaning me off, he slid his bare hand across my back, where he’d finished himself on me. I climbed on the bed, rolling over to see his sparkling eyes and satisfied smile as he climbed into bed with me.
He took me in his arms and held me close as I pulled the covers over us.
“Let me keep you safe,” he said dreamily beside me, as if he was already passing out and talking in his sleep.
I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn’t sure what was about to come out. I decided to leave it at that with his request to allow him to protect me. I snuggled up against him and let myself fall asleep next to the man I was falling for so quickly.
Chapter Fourteen
Cole
“Call me this evening when it’s time to come pick you up, and I’ll be right here,” I told Lilah as she got out of the car. It was entirely too early in the morning to be up and running around, especially after being up with her all night, but I felt a lot better about letting her go to work if I could at least see her.
“Will do. Thanks for the ride, but you didn’t have to,” she said as she got out of the car. I had borrowed one of the black sedans belonging to the MC to take her to work.
“I feel better this way,” I insisted.
She closed the door and walked around to my side of the car. She leaned down to the window. “I’ll be safe. You don’t have to worry,” she said before turning around to go back inside.
“You certainly will,” I said under my breath as she walked into the library. I drove around to the back of the building where Trent’s prospects were waiting. We were putting those boys to work again.
They stood by their bikes, waiting for me, both dressed in relatively normal looking clothes. I saw that they had left their kuttes at the clubhouse like I’d requested. I didn’t want them to be identified as bikers, much less as Steel Devils. If anyone was around who shouldn’t have been, I didn’t want them to tip them off.
“Alright, guys. You know what to do,” I told them. “Call me if you see anything. Any threat to her at all. And if it gets ugly, handle it. Then, call me. Make sure she’s safe in there. Also, do what you can to remain unnoticed. Browse books, whatever you need to do, but try to be as inconspicuous as possible.” The things we had our prospects do to earn their place.
“Got it,” they both said in unison. They looked at each other, surprised they’d spoken at the same time.
“The place opens in thirty. Don’t be the first ones in,” I told them. Then, I drove off. There were other things I needed to do. I only had the prospects watching the library because I couldn’t.
Even though I didn’t like the idea of Lilah being at work and out of sight, it gave me time to investigate her ex a little more. I had decided not to say anything to her until I had more information, so I needed to get it.
I drove back to the clubhouse after dropping her off and making sure the library was secure. I needed to find her ex. I needed to verify what the guy at my tattoo shop had told me, and I desperately needed to know what his endgame was. What was he trying to pull? He wasn’t just jealous of our relationship. I had a sense that there was something bigger at play here. My intuition told me that he had a real plan, and he’d just been playing with us to distract us from it.
I called Buck, our resident investigative hacker. If the information were out there somewhere, he’d find it. It was amazing the things he could find about people and businesses.
“Saw, what’s going on, brother?” he asked when he answered the phone, sounding a bit groggy.
“Not a whole lot, but I need your help. Would you mind coming by the clubhouse? Bring your laptop,” I told him.
“On my way, brother.” I heard him chuckle as he hung up the phone.
A few minutes later he pulled up and parked in front of the building. He came in with his laptop in a messenger bag strapped across his back. He walked over to one of the tables near the bar and opened it up, logging into our Wi-Fi network while I grabbed us a couple of drinks and joined him.
“Whaddaya need?” he asked as I sat down, taking the beer from my hand without even looking up from his computer screen.
“I need to know everything we can learn about Troy Romero,” I told him. “With a K.”
“Everything? Let’s be more specific. Why do you need to know everything there is to know about Troy Romero? I mean, I can tell you his date of birth, the time and location, his social security number, and the number of parking tickets he’s had already, but what are you looking for specifically?”
“You’ve already got all that?” I asked, leaning over to try to look at his computer screen.
He turned the laptop slightly so I could see. Sure enough, it was all there. It was in different windows, which I assumed meant he’d used different applications, but it was all there and more.
“I can tell you he flunked geometry the first time he took it in high school even, so why do we need info on this guy?” He sat back and sipped his beer. He poked his chest out in pride and wore a smug little smile on his face. He was so proud of himself.
“Alright, I’m trying to help out his ex, Lilah Romero. He’s run off with her son, and he has sent people to break into her house and vandalize my tattoo shop.”
“Whoa, wait a minute. Are you seeing this woman? Is she your old lady or something?” He sat forward in his chair and put his beer on the table. His tone changed to one of concern and almost anger.
“Or something,” I admitted. “I think she’s in danger. I want to help her find her son, and I want to take this guy out. He’s becoming a nuisance.”
“Let’s do it, then,” he said, turning his computer back to face him. “Welcome to Buck’s Pest Control. I’ll help you locate your pest, figure out what its next move is, and even give you the tools you need to exterminate it.” His fingers flew across his laptop keyboard while he talked.
I sat back with my beer and watched his eyes read across his screen while he typed away and searched for whatever he could find on Troy Romero. He would occasionally pause while he took a moment longer to read the screen. Then, he was right back to it, tapping away on the keys.
“Alright, I’ve got a few different properties in his name. I don’t know how certain I am that he’d be staying at one of these places, but I’m working on that right now. His name is listed with Lilah’s on a house just outside of town.”
“That’s her house. He left it to her,” I interjected.
“That one’s out. There’s a rental property he leased a few months ago, but if he’s up to something, I wouldn’t count on it.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a suite at the Hyatt downtown,” he told me, looking up from his screen. “Are you thinking about having someone check it out anyway?”
“Might as well.” I turned around and motioned for Mick to come over from the bar.
“What’s up?” he asked, drying his hands with his bar towel.
“We need someone to run by and check on the penthouse suite at the Hyatt downtown. We think Troy Romero is staying there,” I explained.
“As in Lilah’s Troy?”
“Right. Tell whoever you send to be careful. If he’s there, he’ll have their son with him. No confrontation, just scope it out and get back to us, and let us know if he’s there or not,” I continued.
“What if he’s there?” Mick asked, taking my directions like taking an order.
“Hang out and keep an eye on him until I show up.”
“Hold up. I’ve got a cabin in his name j
ust a few miles from here,” Buck interrupted.
I nodded to Mick to go ahead and send the guy to the suite before turning my attention to the hacker sitting next to me. He typed furiously on his keyboard. His eyes pored over the information on his screen.
“He’s there,” he said suddenly. “He’s at the cabin.”
“How do you know?” I asked, sliding my chair around to see his screen. Unfortunately, the interfaces he used weren’t as sophisticated as what showed up on TV and in the movies. Every window he had open looked like either a web browser or a DOS prompt.
“See this right here?” he said, pointing at a line of information that didn’t make any sense to me, but I played along. “This is his laptop. It’s connected to a mobile hotspot at that cabin.”