by Smith, T. O.
I sat up and pulled her between my legs, kissing her belly over and over. Fuck me, I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
"Cole, I'm getting impatient." She muttered.
I chuckled. She pushed me back down on the bed and pulled my boxers off of me, letting my dick spring free. She licked her lips appreciatively. I closed my eyes, groaning. Fuck, I wish she'd wrap those pretty moist lips around my-.
Holy. Fuck.
She must have read my mind because suddenly I felt her lips wrap around me. My eyes flew open and I watched as she took me into her mouth, sucking hard. "Fuck, Amelia." I hissed out, squeezing my eyes shut and gripping her hair in my hands.
She moaned and continued sucking, relaxing her gag reflex. Amelia had never given me a blow job before, and I was just a tiny bit pissed that I had fucking missed out on this before. Fuck, I had never had a blow job this good. She was taking the meaning of fucking a dick with her mouth to a whole other level.
A few minutes later, I came in her mouth and she swallowed every. last. fucking. drop. I pulled her up my body, my lips molding with hers. I forced her mouth open with my tongue as I shoved my dick inside of her wet core. She cried out, throwing her head back and digging her nails into my chest. "C-Cole." She stuttered out, gasping as I thrust upwards again.
She sat up and placed her hands on my chest. I groaned appreciatively when she began bouncing up and down me, slamming her hips every time she came down. "God, Amelia." I groaned, gripping her hips tightly, thrusting upwards to meet her every single time she came down.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, still meeting her thrust for thrust. Her body was slick with sweat, and so was mine. Our moans filled the room. I leaned her back a little, going impossibly deeper, and sucked on her nipples as we continued to fuck each other. "C-Cole, I-I'm . . ."
"Let go for me, baby." I groaned.
We came at the same time and I held her tightly as we rode our orgasms out. I pushed her sweaty hair from her face and kissed her. My dick perked up again almost immediately. "Hands and knees, baby." I whispered in her ear.
She complied without complaint, and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Her cum was running down her legs. I groaned appreciatively and put my mouth over her core, licking it all up, groaning softly against her core. She trembled as if her legs and arms were going to give out, but managed to stay on her hands and knees. I quickly positioned myself behind her, putting my hands on her hips. I slammed up into her and she screamed in pleasure, throwing her head back. She pushed back on me as I pushed into her.
This woman was my every fucking dream come true, I swear.
I leaned into her, keeping one hand on her hip, and gripping her shoulder with my other hand. I could feel her getting ready to come. Her knees were shaking, and her pussy was clenching me for all I was fucking worth. Releasing her hip and her shoulder, I wrapped her hair around my hand and reached beneath her, rubbing her clit hard and fast. She gasped, and I yanked on her hair. “Fucking come for me, baby.” I groaned.
She cried out, falling to the bed as she rode her climax out. I pumped in and out of her, riding us both down from the high we were on. She had her eyes closed afterwards, trying to catch her breath. "I don't . . ." She paused, taking a few deep breaths. "Cole, I don't think I can move." She whispered.
I moved her up so that she was lying on bed properly with her head on her pillow. I quickly snuggled in behind her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. "I think that's the sexiest thing I've seen in a while." I murmured into her ear.
"What do you mean?" She asked quietly, her voice giving away that she was about to fall asleep.
"I love seeing you on your hands and knees like that." I whispered, kissing the nape of her neck softly.
She turned around and buried her face in my chest. "I'll gladly do it again, but right now, I want to sleep." She whispered, her breaths slowly evening out.
I held her tighter as her breathing quickly evened out, giving away that she was out. I smiled, kissing the top of her head. After so fucking long, I finally had Amelia right where I wanted her.
Seventeen
Amelia's POV
It has been three weeks since Drake took Holly and Lilly. I had been keeping in touch, making sure that he kept to his word. So far, it seemed he was. Every time I spoke to Holly, she seemed happy, and Lilly was definitely being taken care of. I hadn’t expected any less from Drake, but I had to be sure.
My phone went off in my back pocket and I answered it without bothering to look at the caller ID. "Amelia speaking."
"Do you think your crew can ride up here? I think we've got a war on our hands and we need help." Drake said, skipping past all of the normal pleasantries.
Well then. No hey. No hi. Just an immediate request.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I don't have a problem with it, but I'll have to talk to Cole about it since he's the president." I told him.
"Get back to me."
I hung up and walked down the hall to the room Cole and I now shared, which was my room originally. I walked inside to find him still asleep on the bed. Fuck, he was hot as hell. He was naked right down to his birthday suit and flat on his stomach, leaving his perfect, round ass for me to see since he had tossed the blankets aside. I could see the muscles in his back flex every time he inhaled and exhaled. Cole was absolute perfection and all mine.
I sat down on the bed and gently shook him to wake him up. "Cole." I said quietly.
"Mmm." He groaned back in response. He cracked an eye open and looked at me. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Drake needs us to ride up to his crew. He says he's in the middle of a war and he needs our help." I told him, letting my fingertips run over his hard, muscular back.
Cole sighed and rolled over. My eyes trailed over his hard, toned chest and his rock-hard six-pack. My eyes stopped at his dick and I bit my lip. It hardened almost instantly and Cole sighed. "It's so fucking sexy when you bite your lip like that." He muttered softly, closing his eyes.
I leaned down and took him into my mouth. Cole groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging on the strands, his hips flexing up to push himself farther to the back of my throat. "Fuck, Amelia. Christ."
I bobbed my head up and down, sucking hard and fast, knowing that was how he loved it. When he came, I swallowed all of his cum. Cole quickly pulled me up and his lips met mine. "Shower with me?" He asked softly, running the pad of his thumb over my lower lip.
I shook my head at him. "I would love to, but I was busy when Drake called. I need to head back out to the bar room." I told him.
Cole cocked an eyebrow at me. "What were you doing?" He asked, sitting up and stretching.
I sighed and stood up, grabbing a pony-tail holder and pulling my hair into a side pony-tail. "I’m trying to get everyone to clean up their puke and trash. This place will be fucking spotless by the time I get done laying into all of them." I muttered. When I had walked out into the bar room and seen the fucking mess this morning, I had practically flipped my shit.
Cole stood up and pulled me against him, kissing me again. "I'll be out there as soon as possible." He rubbed my belly which was starting to stick out a little more. He had said he noticed it way before I had, but Cole knew my body ten times better than I did. Now, it was big enough to be noticed by everyone that looked at me.
"Don't stress out too much, though." He murmured, a slight warning in his voice.
I nodded and walked back out to the bar room. Everyone was back to sitting around on their asses, playing on their phones. "Just because I left the fucking room doesn't give you a goddamn reason to sit on your fucking asses again! Why aren't you all fucking cleaning up your fucking messes?!" I screamed, making them jump up to their feet.
"Go fuck off. You shouldn't even be the VP. The only woman we listen to around here is Katie." One of the men sneered at me.
I glared at the person who had spoken up. Kale glared back at me, anger morphing his features. He r
arely ever said anything. In fact, he was so fucking lazy and stupid, Cole and I rarely included him in decisions. It was a miracle he had ever moved up in the club from just being a prospect.
"I don't give a fuck about your opinion." I spat at him. "Why don't you just fucking do as your told instead of starting shit?"
He jumped up threateningly, and I pulled my gun out and pointed it at him as he came charging at me. He stopped immediately, eyeing the gun in my hand with cautiousness in his eyes. "Take another step and I'll shower your blood around this room, do you understand?" I snapped, my tone cold and dangerous. I wasn’t playing any fucking games. I would be fucking damned if another man ever put their fucking hands on me.
Cole stepped into the room and immediately stepped up beside me. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. "What the fuck is going on here?!" He roared.
"I'm seconds away from beating that bitch into the fucking floor." Kale growled at Cole, nodding his head towards me.
"Lay a fucking hand on her and I'll shoot you myself." Cole ground out through clenched teeth, his hand settling on my back protectively.
"You need to sit the fuck down." I snapped, talking to Kale. "I'll shoot you before you become the next man to ever lay his fucking hands on me."
He pulled his gun out and a shot fired. I didn’t know if it was me or him that shot. Everything was happening so fast. Cole knocked me out of the way and I heard his roar of pain almost instantly. Kale dropped his gun, his jaw practically touching the floor with shock he was feeling as he looked down at Cole on the floor. Dropping my gun, I yanked my shirt off, rushing over to Cole, not caring that I was in my bra in front of everyone in the room. I moved his hand from his stomach, feeling nausea roll in my own. Blood was practically pouring out of his wound.
I quickly pressed my shirt to his wound and pulled out my phone. I called 911 immediately, trying to keep down my nausea and panic. I could barely fucking think, much less breathe. When I got off the phone, I looked down at Cole who had his eyes closed. Panic gripped my chest with a vice-like grip. "Cole, open your eyes!" I shouted down at him.
He opened them immediately, his eyes landing on me. I was terrified. I couldn't lose Cole. We had a baby on the way. I couldn't do this on my own. Christ, I fucking loved him.
What?
I love him.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I kept pressure on his stomach, desperate to slow down his loss of blood. He closed his eyes again just as EMTs and cops ran into the club house. They pushed me out of the way and I fell against the wall, sobbing. I couldn't focus on what they were doing to him and the commotion around me. All I could focus on was Cole. His face was pale, and he looked like death itself. They had shoved an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth, taking away my view of him.
I wrapped my arms around my belly and rocked back and forth. I couldn't think. I couldn't fucking breathe.
I barely felt the hands on my shoulders. I couldn't make out the person in front of me. My ears were ringing loudly, and my vision was hazy. I couldn't hear what they were shouting.
I was placed onto a stretcher and an oxygen mask was placed over my face as I blacked out.
~*~*~
I blinked awake in a hospital room. I was alone. I wasn't like other patients and it definitely wasn't like how it was in the past when I had woken up in a hospital. I didn't have Cole by my side. I didn't have my mom or my dad in my room. I was absolutely fucking alone in this tiny white room.
All of the blood flashed through my mind. The image of Cole’s pale face made panic grip my chest. The oxygen mask over his mouth and nose almost made me sick. Tears poured down my face.
I had to go see him. I fucking had to. I had to know that he was okay.
My room door burst open and a nurse ran into my room and over to my bedside. "Miss, you need to calm down." She told me gently with a tone of desperation in her voice. "You're going to cause contractions again."
I ignored her, still trying to get out of bed. What the fuck was wrapped around my stomach? What was with all of the fucking needles and shit? All I wanted to do was see was Cole! I just wanted to make sure that he was okay!
A doctor rushed into the room with two other nurses. They held me down to the bed and the doctor strapped me to it as if I were a mental patient. Hell, I felt like one.
"Cole – where’s Cole?” I demanded, my voice breaking from the tears leaking down my face and the huge lump that seemed to be lodged in my throat.
"I don't know. I'm not his doctor." The doctor told me calmly. "Amelia, you need to calm down. It's vitally important that you do. You're jeopardizing your baby's life."
"Cole – I need to see Cole!" I shouted, ignoring the doctor. Why the fuck weren't they listening to me? I had to fucking go see Cole!
The doctor said something quietly to one of the nurses and she nodded, rushing out of the room. I pulled against the restraints, screaming at the top of my lungs. "I just want to fucking see Cole!" I shouted.
Travis rushed into my room. "Amelia, you have to calm down. Cole is fine. I promise that he's okay, but you can't leave this bed." Travis said gently.
I cried harder, slumping against my pillow. "I just want to see him." I sobbed.
Katie came into the room and ran her fingers through my hair soothingly. "You'll get to see him, I promise. We're getting a room organized for you and Cole to share right now."
I continued crying. I didn’t believe them. I didn’t believe he was really okay. I just wanted to see for myself.
Katie pulled me into her arms and I clutched onto her jacket, feeling nothing but pure, heart-wrenching, emotional pain at the moment. It hurt so fucking much not knowing if he was okay, and my last memory of him being unconscious and bleeding.
"The room is ready." Someone said, poking their head around the door frame.
Katie let me go, but gave my hand a gentle squeeze. Travis helped the nurses push my bed down multiple halls and Katie helped push a machine that had a tube attached to me. I was still sobbing, tears just pouring down my face. It was like I couldn't stop. It was like a fucking rainfall in my body. I just realized I loved someone, and then they were taken away from me.
I hated feeling like this. I just wanted Cole's arms wrapped around me, promising me everything was going to be alright.
When we got to the room, they placed my bed directly beside someone else's at Travis's and Katie's orders. Someone popped their head into the room. "She's having contractions."
"Contractions?!" An all-too-familiar deep voice bellowed.
I jerked my head over to see Cole – sitting up as much as he possibly could – staring at me with wide, fear-filled and worried eyes. "Cole!" I screamed, tears of joy now streaming down my face. I went to sit up but then realized that I was still strapped down to the bed. "Let me go!" I screamed.
"Give her the shot. Hurry. I need to sedate her." The doctor from earlier said.
I didn't register his words. I wanted to hold Cole, to know he was really fucking real, and actually okay. "Fucking let me go!" I yelled.
I felt something get pushed into my arm. I thrashed against the restraints, but they wouldn't fucking budge. "Amelia, you need to calm down." Cole said desperately, his tone soft and pleading. "Baby, please." He whispered.
Everything went dark.
~*~*~
Cole's POV
I slumped against my bed once Amelia passed out and ran a hand through my hair. I looked at her doctor, recognizing him as Dr. Kline. "What's going on?" I asked him desperately. Something was wrong with Amelia. Something was terribly fucking wrong. This wasn’t my girl.
"She's been in and out of consciousness since she was brought here. She was freaking out about you, but we couldn't do anything except to keep her sedated and monitor the baby. This is the third time we've had to stop her contractions." He informed me a bit sadly.
I blew out a breath. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She took me getting shot a lot fucking harder than I had expect
ed.
"Has she tried to self-harm or anything?" I asked him, noticing that they continued to keep her strapped to the hospital bed despite her being asleep.
"Not yet, but we're not taking chances.” He told me. “She was ready to break all of our machines if it meant getting out of bed to see you, and we couldn't let her walk. Walking helps some women speed up their labor process, and I wasn't willing to give Amelia the chance to possibly lose her baby just because she wasn't thinking straight."
I sighed, nodding my head in understanding. I was glad the doctor had done what was best for Amelia, despite how uncomfortable she probably was at the moment. If they thought she was ballistic when I got shot, imagine if she had miscarried.
The doctor left the room and my mom came over to my bed and sat down beside me. "How's your wound?" She asked me., her eyes flickering to my stomach that was covered in gauze.
I shrugged. "The pain meds are keeping the pain away, so I don't know." I looked up at her. "Did you see her acting . . ." My voice trailed off. Hell, I didn't even know what to describe her fit as.
She nodded. "It was bad. I'm hoping that when she wakes up, she'll be calmer with you beside her. We all kept telling her to calm down, and telling her it was bad for the baby, but it was like she couldn't hear us. She was so focused on you." She huffed in irritation, shaking her head. "Stupid, if you ask me. She has a baby to think of. It’s not just about her and what she feels anymore.”
"Put yourself in her shoes." My dad told my mom, speaking up. "She's lost Luke, her mother betrayed her, and she's an only child. She doesn't have any biological family to turn to in her time of need. The only person she's able to turn to is Cole. I imagine the last thing on her mind would be her baby."
Hate to say it, but I had to agree with my dad. I had always been Amelia’s rock, even when she hadn’t noticed it herself. This had probably ripped her apart on the inside.
"I never acted that way when you were shot when I was pregnant with him." My mom said, throwing her thumb over my shoulder towards me.