Coletrane (22 page)

Soon, Sin was pushing back at me, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes . . .”

I gave one last rub on the membrane between the inside of her pussy and my spearing cock. Then I switched angles inside her ass and drove down. Hitting my stride, I fucked her at a quick pace, in awe when Sin reached behind and spread the cheeks of her ass for me.

“
Ah,
hell, Sin.” My head knocked back, and I shut my eyes.

The sight was too unreal. I looked back down, groaning out loud.

“Fuck. You should see this.” I held her hips in my hands, slamming my thick cock into her.

“Is it as hot as it feels?” She arched up.

“Yeah. Oh yeah. You were so ready for my cock.”

In that moment, she started crying out. Her body stilled, all but her pussy pulsing on the fingers I quickly dipped back inside, her other channel convulsing.

“Feel good?” I grunted, giving her several more shockingly deep thrusts, a sneer on my face caused from sheer, boiling lust.

She exploded around me with a shout.

I raced after her. Impaled her with tight, short strokes. It was too much. It was like she squeezed me with a million tender muscles and my cock jerked. I reared up, a roar stuck in my chest, my body straining in that one last second. Then the orgasm ripped through me.

I bellowed, blasting away inside of her. Thrusting. Flexing. Grunting. Pumping my come into her as I wrapped my arms around her chest and nearly went blind from the intensity.

When it was over, when I could see again, breathe again, I rolled us slowly to our sides, keeping her pressed against me.

I kissed her shoulders, her neck. I smoothed the damp hair from her cheeks and kissed lips as she panted lightly.

A smile spread her mouth. She snuggled closer, her hands closing around mine.

I nuzzled her neck, murmuring, “Gonna pull out now. Shouldn’t hurt. Then I’m gonna clean you up, take good care of you.”

“
Mm hmm
.”

Not long later, we lay face to face, just touching each other, just whispering.

“Goddamn, I love you, Sin. You make me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Maybe you should stop calling me Sin then.” She slid closer.

“’Z’if that’s gonna happen.” I kissed her cheek, squeezed her butt.

“I know. I like it.” Her hand skipped up my chest to my jaw she stroked.

“
Hmm
. And I love you.” I smiled, dropping my lips to hers.

“I know.
I like it
.” She kissed me dreamily.

Leaning my forehead against hers, I said, “So, about that cock ring . . . ?”

February 13, 2016

NEARLY FOUR MONTHS LATER, it was D-Day. Or, I guessed, G-Day. Graduation Day. From the Academy. BLE training had been grueling—physically and mentally taxing—but that was fine by me. Hard work came second nature. I freakin’ reveled in the daily drills, the target practice, the meticulous research, the hour-long exams.

Throw it at me
.

Bring it on
.

I was ready for whatever detail the instructors ordered during the three months I attended the Academy.

Through it all, I rose up the ranks. I’d scoped out my fellow cadets, easily identifying their strengths and weaknesses while falling in with the camaraderie. A fifth of them didn’t cut it, couldn’t last.

The ones I’d earmarked as easy-go-lucky even though I’d tried to help them every step of the way.

A few days pre-G-Day, Sergeant Hard Nose—built like a Mack Truck, old as the ’Nam War—had marched up to me with a salute.

“You intending to go for Vice in a couple years, Sawyer?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep it up.” His gray eyebrows caterpillared together. “You got a shot.”

“Will do, Sarge.”

Hard Nose was one unforgiving motherfucker. If I’d gained his respect, I could have a chance at what I really wanted.

A shit-lot had happened since October. Almost too much to quantify. I broke in the new cock ring with Sin, that was a given. We tried out nipples weights—that was a hell of a fun night. We probably abused her Trans Am, too. One sweet, starry night, I’d driven it out into the middle of East Bum Fuck, SC, and parked it in a field.

I hit the seat lever, and Sin practically climbed on top of my cock. She rode me harder than I road my Harley. My hair gripped in her fingers. My hands on her ass, slamming her down. She was so tight and juicy, my balls got wet from her. My cock felt like a battering ram.

I hit the horn.

Beat my head against the back of the seat.

Gripped her by the hips and kicked open the door.

She went full orgasm on me the second I slid her on top of the Firebird emblem on the hood.

She sucked me in with each long stroke. I ripped her top. She pushed my jeans farther down my thighs with her drumming heels.

I plowed into her until she arched into a bow, her waist in my hands, her tits pointed to the stars. Coming inside her with hot, jolting spurts, my vision went as black as the night around us.

As soon as I could breathe, I held her up in my arms, swinging around so she sat in my lap, my cock still full-mast inside her.

“Vanilla enough for you?” I asked.

“If that’s vanilla then I’m The Madonna.”

I snorted, tweaking both hoops pierced through her nipples. “’Z’if.”

“How long have you been wanting to fuck me in my Trans Am?” Her seafoam green eyes twinkled.

“
In
it?” I rapped on the hood.

“In it.
On
it.” Her creamy thighs looped around my hips.

“’Bout the time you showed up at Inksanity the first day.”

She pouted. “I’m beginning to think you just wanted me for the ride.”

“Precious, I want you for everything.” I dragged her mouth to mine. “I love you.”

“You want me for everything?” Her pout shining puffy and red, she slithered down my body.

My cock rose up hard as she kneeled in front of me on the springy grass. My come and her cream covered the shaft.

My head knocked back when she started licking.

“Everything,” I grunted.

“
Mmm.
” Lapping to the tip, she hummed around it. “Good thing I love you too.”

****

We got hitched in December. The day had been clear blue and tinged with cold. That was good because my palms started sweating the second I strode up to the historic downtown cathedral. I wasn’t supposed to see Sin before she walked the aisle, but when I heard the big loud guns of motorcycles booming up Broad Street, I just had to watch.

The Retribution bikes roared into view, flanking the fancy limo that delivered Sin and her parents to the church. MC and high and mighty society were all in attendance for the big white wedding of the year.

Fucking hell.

Hunter and Kinkaid towed me inside as the limo door popped open. I took my stance at the altar, scanning the packed-to-the-rafters crowd.

Everyone from all walks of life.

Black leather, swishy suits, women in pastel with matching hats, ladies from Redemption MC in red lace. There was no groom’s side vs. the bride’s side—Sin and I wanted the groups to mix.

The reception was gonna be a madhouse.

Kinkaid took one last look at me, brushing the shoulders of my dove gray tux Frankie the Tailor had made to order. “Lookin’ good, dude. Keep it up.”

“I think I might
upchuck
.”

“I think there’s an urn over there.” He hooked his head to the left, chuckling.

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes.

Then he left me up there with Hunter. Kinkaid was the usher. Hunter, my best man.

I knuckled my eyes when Regina came in with my mom, holding her hand and guiding her to the front pew. She was in the new facility, getting the best care. Having more lucid days. She mostly recognized Sin and me even if she didn’t quite grasp I was her son. We were the friendly couple who liked to visit her.

Brodie and Ashe. Cat Steele and Nick Loveland. Boomer. JB. Kinkaid, Sadie, Doc Ronnie, Bo, Tuck, Tail, Handsome, and the rest of the MC tribe were there, shoulder-to-shoulder in the pews.

Yeah, even Frankie and Preston showed . . .
together
.

The pianist began playing the traditional wedding march, and my eyes remained on the big double doors at the other end of the chapel.

Nothing anyone could’ve said would’ve prepped me for the sight of Sin in her wedding gown. Her first step inside, I lost my cool.

My shoulders shook as I tried to keep the tears at bay. I didn’t want to lose a minute of this.

She was sheathed in a champagne-colored dress with a long flowing train, satiny fingered gloves that reached up her arms. The gown hugged every inch of her slamming curves, breasts to high heels.

A veil covered her face, but I knew she was looking straight at me.

Man, did I get choked up when I watched her walking down the long aisle toward me on her dad’s arm. Her beauty stunned me silent. The importance of the day plowed through me.

Unbelievable . . .

Hunter patted me on the shoulder. “I know how you feel.”

Everyone stood, turning toward Sin like flowers to the sun as she streamed down the aisle.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

The closer she got the harder my heart knocked.

My pulse pounded as her dress whispered across the marble floor.

When Sin and her father reached me, Leland clasped my hand. “I entrust her to you, man to man. Mind you, we both know Sinclair can take care of herself.”

I returned his hard handshake. “I’ve never been more honored, sir.”

He nodded, stepping away with a kiss to Sin’s cheek.

The priest stood ready, but I needed to see my woman’s face before he began.

I touched the bottom of her gauzy veil. “Can I lift this, precious? I want to look into your eyes when I say my vows.”

“Yes, Cole.” She nodded.

With shaking fingers, I drew the veil up over her face. Tears had already gathered in her spring green eyes, tracing down her cheeks as she smiled at me.

“Oh, goddamn, Sin.” I thumbed away each teardrop, and kissed her softly. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered.

She touched my face, kissing me back. “Technically not yet.”

“Probably better do this thing,
huh
?”

When we faced the priest together, we linked our hands.

The vows we said were stamped on my heart:
love, cherish, honor.
Always. Sin spoke with a tremble in her voice, and I barely made it through the promises I made to her.
Heart, soul, body
. Forever.

I stared at her the whole time, knowing I’d take this memory to my grave.

The rings exchanged, the priest intoned, “
I pronounce you husband and wife!
”

The magic words.

I swept Sin off her feet, into my arms. I’d never let her go. The kiss we shared was definitely scandalous, X-rated. Nothing appropriate for a house of worship. And everyone thundered to their feet, clapping, stomping, cheering, whistling.

Pride.

Love.

Peace.

Lust.

That was always what I felt with Sin, never more so than in that moment.

We strolled down the aisle, her on my arm, a fucking huge grin on my face. Flower petals floated over us and we raced outside.

As the church bells peeled, we stood on the top step—people streaming outside behind us—kissing until we broke apart, laughing.

The mayhem never stopped.

After the fancy reception downtown, we journeyed to Retribution, a pack of motorcycles at our backs.

As soon as Sin and I opened the door, Billy Idol’s
White Wedding
began blaring over the speakers.

“I give you Mrs. Sinclair Chatham-Sawyer!” I shouted, picking up my wife in my arms and carrying her over the threshold.

The bellows that greeted us were nothing short of manic.

The drinks ran freely. The dancing went on and on.

I did the garter toss.

Bo caught it, his mouth gaping wide while Doc Ronnie shook out her long red hair and sauntered up to him. “Don’t look so scared,
babe
.”

“Scared?” Bo hooked an arm around her waist. “I’d be fucking delighted to marry you. Make you my woman officially, V.”

Aaaaand
another round of screaming whistles and loud shouts almost brought the roof down.

We only stayed an hour. We had a honeymoon to get to and lots of fucking to do. Luckily we’d planned the wedding just right, and I had a nice long winter break from the Academy.

Outside, my Harley had been decked out in black and white streamers. Sin and I helmeted up, and she straddled behind me. Her gown hiked up to her thighs, the train bustled up the back.

I couldn’t wait to find out what she wore underneath.

We roared away, headed to the airport and destination decadence for one week.

She was
all mine.

We bought a banging house in Mt. Pleasant, a house in which I
banged
Sin a lot. Didn’t really like her purchasing it outright—that was the macho gene in me. I decided I’d take care of most of the bills to offset my male-must-be-the-provider tendencies.

Her money didn’t matter to me. Taking care of her did.

Sin made me feel more excited, more alive in ways I’d never known I was missing.

She changed my entire life, but not who I’d always been inside. I was a member of Retribution MC. I still did the tat gig on the side at Inksanity. I was one last step away from becoming true blue.

I was a better man because of Sin. For Sin.

I was a husband, and about to become so much more than that . . .

****

I settled my uniform cap over my head and calmed my shit. I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face, though, as I made my way onto the outdoor stage, in line with the other cadets. I didn’t have a job yet, but I hoped like hell Chief Tilden could find a place for me on the Mt. Pleasant PD force.

I stood in the front row as one of the top graduates in my class. The navy blue uniform was snug on my muscled build, the holster at my waist heavy with the service-issued Glock.

February in Charleston, the day wasn’t too cold but it sure was bright. Blindingly so.

As I scanned the sea of people in the seats below, everyone was there. It seemed like my crew took up half the audience. Sin sat with her folks in the first row. Her grandparents had also shown. They’d brought my mom, too.

This was so different from when I’d graduated from college, nearly alone, pretty much lost, digging myself out of a steep black hole.

“You look like you need a hankie, Probie!” Brodie shouted from two rows back.

I crushed the urge to flip him off.

From the seat behind him, Tail smacked the back of his head. “He’s
the man
now, fuckwit.”

Oh, Jesus. I hoped the ceremony started soon, before my guys started breaking the folding chairs over each other’s heads.

Tuck sat beside Tail. Detective Ashe Kingston beside Brodie. Handsome, Kinkaid, Sadie—they were all present. Boomer smirked at me. Hunter was there with JB and Hunter’s son Jack. JB looked more and more pregnant every day. Bo and Doc Ronnie were present. Ronnie had finally nailed down the ongoing Iron Coffins trial with Saul Kosnik on the receiving end of a death sentence.