Loving Cole

by Roxanne Greening

  Loving

  Cole

  Carter Family Generations Book 2

  Roxanne Greening

  Dedicated to my husband and kids for their love and support. To my dad and my mom for making me who I am today. And the rest of my family for all their support!

  Text Copyright 2018 © Roxanne Greening

  All Rights Reserved

  All rights reserved in all media. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission. Except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  The moral rights of Loving Cole as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the copyright, designs, and patients act of 1988.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locales, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to places or events is coincidental or fictionalized.

  Published in the United States of America 2018

  Prologue:

  No one wants to be imperfect; broken in some way or feel inadequate. Imperfections make us human, and it makes us real. My Aunt Bethy loved those romance novels where the women were perfect. The perfect man always fell at their feet.

  They imagined a life where the world was shaded with only the smallest amounts of gray to intrude into their lives. White and black touched the good and the bad; only giving birth to the taste of pleasurable wickedness.

  I wallowed in that shady place, but in my world, it was all-consuming. Uncle Lark tried to talk me out of that world and coax me from my steady path. He wanted something different for me. He knew all too well how dangerous and alluring the life of crime truly was. Only, I found myself a victim of its pull and was lost within its reaches.

  But Uncle Joe brought that shady world into our lives when I was just a child, and his ugliness touched my very existence in a way that scarred me for life. He was the reason I was taken that fateful night.

  I will forever be grateful to my Uncle Lark. He risked everything for me and saved me from the doom I would have otherwise ended up in. Now, I liked being alone. I needed the space, and lived for days like these. Days where I was sitting on my porch swing in the country, slightly further out then my family, but not too far away. A place where cars were few and side-by-sides and four-wheelers were the normal background noise.

  The silent beauty of not being in the city where neighbors are few and far between. I loved listening to the hummingbirds as they sipped from the red hummingbird feeder that I had hung from my porch. Their little wings moved at impossible speeds. I inhaled the sweet scent of grass and clean air, not polluted by the toxins found in the city life.

  There was something relaxing to the whole feel of it all. I watched in fascination as two hummingbirds interacted and I laughed to myself as I noticed how they sounded remarkably like little lightsabers from Star Wars. Only here in my quaint, quiet little life would I have the pleasure of uncovering such a thought.

  Sometimes I wondered if what I gave people was really a beauty. When I ended their life, did I give them beauty like what I’m surrounded with? I wonder if the silence that death brings was similar to the quiet, peaceful world around me now?

  The air was cleaner and much easier to breathe. Stars sparkled like haunting little diamonds on a beautiful black backdrop.

  Here the world was sweet and simple. Out there, far off in the distance, it was mean and unforgiving.

  Chapter 1

  Lilyanna

  My heart twitched as I looked at the man holding the door. Cole Valisk was every girl’s walking wet fantasy. With his light brown hair, which was shaved on the sides and longer on the top and slicked back. He gave the appearance of someone who didn’t try. But I knew he did. His deep, piercing blue eyes and those sensual lips begged to be kissed. They called to me.

  Slowly walking through the door, he shifted and brushed against me. I didn’t pause even though I wanted too. I kept moving, even when it felt like a hole had been drilled through a part of my soul. I couldn’t act because I didn’t quite understand the pull I felt toward this man.

  This isn’t the first contact I’ve had with him. We grew up together in a way that made our families close. The Carters and The Valisk’s were allies and have been for years. The bond between the families was cemented originally through the Blazing Devils Motorcycle Club.

  The night I was taken, my uncle wiped out another rival family. They had taken my aunt and uncle, then they took out their empire.

  Fear started to rise at the memory ingrained in my mind, and I fought it back. This wasn’t the time and definitely not the place to relive such nightmares.

  I felt his heat at my back as I walked into the house. Cole was close, almost too close for my own sanity.

  “Lilyanna?” Willow’s sweet voice echoed from another room. She sounded so much like my aunt Bethy that I had to remind myself it wasn’t her.

  “Yeah girl,” I call back, letting her know I definitely arrived.

  “She’s in the living room,” Coles deep rumble had shivers of desire skirting over my body like a warm breeze. It washed over and through me like a tidal wave.

  “Thanks,” I told him. My voice was low and quiet, losing some of its excitement.

  I hated being this close to him because he made me want things. Things I shouldn’t and couldn’t have. Too many lives had been put at risk to save me from a man like Cole. The last thing I needed to do was find myself falling for him.

  He brushed past me while he was heading into the kitchen. The skin to skin contact took another chunk of my soul with him as he walked away.

  I’ve killed people in my life, lots of people. The list may almost be as long as my uncles, if not I was definitely catching up. All those deaths didn’t blemish my soul in the slightest, but Cole, he took pieces and pieces until I feared there would be nothing left of me. To become a killer, you had to push aside your humanity and remember that the bullet you placed into another person was only a job. A contract that needed to be filled. Looking at death as anything else would only cause problems, and I didn’t need any more problems in my life.

  I was in love with him, and it whispered through my consciousness like a whisper of something great.

  But, I won’t succumb to it. I couldn’t with my line of work and most definitely not with his. We killed people, and two negatives didn’t make magic happen. We would never work, and I knew I couldn’t live with the heartache if he ever left me.

  It only worked with my aunt and Willow because their hands were clean. No blood and no death tainted them.

  As for us, even though I know he felt it too, there would be nothing but much-needed space separating us. Survival was key, and he most definitely represented my drop into that void, knowing my untimely death was the end to it all. Maybe I should let him have me and then I would be free.

  Chapter 2

  Cole

  She was here again. She was sitting and laughing with Willow while pretending that I wasn’t in the kitchen. I was just a few feet away from her acting like we both didn’t want to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck like our lives depended on it. I knew she wanted me, I could see it in her eyes. I could also feel the heat radiating off her skin when we touched, and hear her heartbeat quicken whenever I entered the room.

  Sure, women threw themselves at me all of the time. They would drop their panties in a second with just my smile. But, Lilyanna was different. She wasn’t interested in just fucking me, even though I knew she thought about it too. I could sense her need for me, but she fought that desire just like I fought my own.

  My fucking sanity was leaving me one visit at a time.

  We both killed, it was just who we were. Why didn’t she see
we were meant to be? Fuck, I sounded like I had a pussy.

  What the fuck was wrong me? Women fell at my fucking feet daily, and I was chasing a woman who wanted to remove my entrails more than she wanted to embrace me. As easy as it would be to forget about her, I couldn’t. Maybe I liked the chase? Maybe I enjoyed the self-destructiveness? Who the hell knows?

  Clutching the spatula, I grip it tightly as my knuckles began turning white. Anger and resentment warred within me. Lilyanna wasn’t walking out that door tonight not without me. I was going to get through to her even if that meant I chained her ass to the fucking bar stool.

  Chapter 3

  Lilyanna

  I was here to make her feel better not to relieve this throb between my legs and definitely not to fall under his spell. I felt Cole watching me all night and the pull to be near him almost broke me. I watched as Willow walked to her room with her head down. Her heart was broken, and her mind confused.

  What kind of friend was I? Sure, we grew up together, and yes, I was her cousin, but we were best friends. Instead of listening to her problem with her boyfriend, I was more concerned with the man in the other the room.

  I wanted to tell her about my feelings for Cole, but I didn’t have a clue as to what the fuck I was really feeling. Adjusting my black tank top, I ran my fingers over my black jeans. I loved this color even though it was considered a shade.

  I had a name to mark off my list tonight, and I had made a detour just for Willow. Thinking back to my target, I remembered his name. Roger and he was a naughty boy. He thought he could skim a few thousand here and there from the company he worked for. Just to cover his gambling debts, but the Carters didn’t take kindly to being ripped off.

  He’s been skimming for years according to my Uncle Jaxson. Guess it started out like it always did; one hundred here, another hundred there, until gradually he upped the amount.

  They figured it ran into the hundreds of thousands in total. Roger just took his paid vacation. Poor bastard had no idea it was going to be his last.

  “Lily,” Cole called out from the kitchen.

  Hearing his voice had my heart fall into the depths of my stomach. I didn’t want to move, at least not in his direction. I wanted to escape out the door and run. We’ve been dancing around these feelings for quite some time, and I hated it.

  I fucking loved a man who, in a way, should be my enemy. Childhood sweethearts of the one-sided variety. He never really noticed me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes or my fascination off him.

  It felt like an alien species took over my body as I walked into the kitchen and slowly sank down on the bar stool where Cole was eyeing me.

  His eyes scanned my face and body. He made my chest ache as it felt like a physical caress.

  “We need to talk,” he tells me.

  “No, I don’t think we do. Whatever we’ve been doing is just fine. I like the way things have been,” I told him coolly.

  A shiver danced up my spine as his dark, blue eyes rake my body hungrily.

  “I don’t think it is,” he replies, narrowing his eyes at me.

  I suck in a deep, fortifying breath. Trying to center myself and keep the angry retorts at bay, only to fail as one slips out.

  “You’ve been fucking your way through the female population. I, for one, will not be one of those many.” I bite my lip as soon as my little rant was over.

  He looked at me with confusion, then quickly turned happy. Why the fuck was he so happy?

  “Been watching me, huh?” he asks, his voice filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  “Yeah like a fucking tick I want to burn,” I tell him coldly.

  “Why Lily, I had no idea you cared that much. Had you told me maybe I would have stopped reaching up other girl’s skirts,” he said, his voice mocking.

  Did I say I loved him? I fucking hated this man.

  “Fuck off, Cole,” I snapped at him. Frustration and hurt trying to consume me. Maybe if he had paid attention… don’t go there.

  “And stop calling me that,” I demanded angrily.

  No one called me Lily, but him. I fucking loved and hated it all at the same time. Loved it because it made all those girly feelings rise from somewhere deep inside of me. I also hated it because he caused all those girly feelings to rise up, something that should never happen. Ever. It was the epitome of a double-edged sword.

  Those blue eyes drew me in like a firefly to its glass prison, and I always became its untimely death.

  “Lily,” he repeats with a smirk.

  My lips try to curl into a smile. I fight it back and instead place a hand on my hip.

  “What do you want Cole?” I ask, my voice held a hint of the amusement I felt.

  “I want you,” he told me honestly.

  “You couldn’t handle me,” I sass him.

  In truth, I couldn’t handle what he had to offer; a big fat nothing. He would give me a good time, and that was the extent of it. It wouldn’t be a happily ever after, but it would be one hell of a ride.

  “Challenge excepted sweetness,” he tells me huskily.

  My feet start the retreat before my brain could catch on. A small bead of sweat dripped down the back of my neck, slowly.

  I watched with wide eyes as he stalked towards me. One step at a time, he matched my pace.

  “Lily,” he called out sweetly.

  I spun around and started to run, but fingers fisted into my hair pulling me to a stop. It wasn’t painful. No, it tingled along my scalp shooting sparks along my spine and straight to my pussy.

  I was frozen in place by the hand that held me as he stepped closer. He pressed his front against my back, and his body heat warmed my skin.

  His hot breath scorched my skin as he leaned in close, oh so close to me. I waited with suspended breath. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for exactly.

  My eyes pressed closed as his lips caressed the nape of my neck and a small moan escaped past my parted lips. His cock ground gently into the swell of my ass.

  I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed my ass back against his cock smashing it between our hips.

  “Fuck baby,” he whispered against my heated flesh. His hot breath caressed me, which caused goose bumps to form all over my body.

  Oh god, I couldn’t stop myself as I ground more firmly against him.

  “We need to stop,” I told him through another drawn-out moan.

  “I’ll fucking stop after your pussy squeezes my dick and ring every last drop of my cum, sweetness,” he tells me through a hungry growl.

  Another helpless moan passed my lips as I tried to keep it in, but it was no use. It escaped only adding fuel to the fire.

  “When I’m finished with you baby, you won’t be able to walk for a week,” his voice held a note of promise.

  I needed to stop this game and walk away before we did something I was sure to regret.

  I felt his free hand slide along my ribs then his skilled fingers pinched my nipple causing the little bud to peak painfully through my shirt.

  I moaned again, my knees shaking together barely able to hold my weight up. I swear I felt like I could drop dead right here if that were even possible. Finally, he released my hair, and his calloused fingers began opening my jeans, my thighs started to squeeze together involuntarily.

  My brain turned to mush as his fingers dove deep into my jeans, sliding inside my black lace panties and not pausing until one thick digit sunk slowly inside of me. I mellowed in discomfort. I felt myself squeeze around him and my body began to effortlessly move with his fingers.

  “Fuck sweetness. How are you still a virgin?” Cole demanded more than asked.

  I couldn’t form the words, not even sure what I was going to say if I could even speak. Honestly, I didn’t want him to stop. Without thinking, my fingers wrap around his neck as my toes curled in pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” I tell him with a moan.

  “Nothing short of a gun to my head will stop me from poppi
ng this cherry baby,” he tells me through a groan.

  I cried out as he added another finger, while his free hand pressed firmly to my mouth preventing any more screams from escaping. This was the hottest thing I had ever imagined. We were trying so hard to be quiet as Cole fucked me with his fingers. The fear of being caught only adding to our desire.

  Pleasure mounted deep inside of me. When I thought I couldn’t stand any more of his magic fingers, the pleasure crested deep inside me. It forced me over the edge and dropped me deep into the abyss of a climax.

  I felt my pants slide down my legs followed by my panties. My body was shaking in anticipation, and my brain was foggy with need and want.

  Before I knew what was happening, my back was pressed against the cool tile floor, and Cole loomed above me using his hands to spread my knees apart.

  I watched as he lowered himself to the floor. His clothed covered dick was a disappointment. I wanted, no needed, to see his full length. I had dreamed about it so many nights, it felt like a tease to keep it from me. His lips crushed mine as he ground his hard dick against my pussy.

  “Oh god,” I moaned against our joined lips.

  “You like that sweetness?” his voice was filled with unleashed desire.

  He pressed harder against my clit, and I was once again at a loss for words. Nodding, I gripped fistfuls of his hair and kissed him harder.

  “I need you,” I told him as I pushed my body against his.

  I didn’t want to wait another minute, I wanted him to take me now.

  I cried out in disappointment when he pulled away only to gasp in shock as his dick bounced out of his jeans. It was thick and long, about nine or ten inches. My eyes bulged with lust as I took all of him in.

  I wanted to close my legs. He looked too big, and I was pretty sure he would tear me apart. There was just no way this was going to work. Again, I was swamped with disappointment.

  Before I could pull away and tell him what I was thinking, my eyes connected with his. I could see the determination there, and he told me with his eyes to go ahead and try to run.