Authors: Nicole James
He grabbed her hand, his mouth lifting from her
mouth. “Touch me, sweetheart. Please.” He guided her hand to his hard cock,
closing her grip around him.
“Cole.”
He swallowed as she stroked him softly, and he tried
to maintain his control. He didn’t want to frighten her. God, please, don’t let
this frighten her, he prayed. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good. Don’t stop.” He
guided her hand in the motion. “Harder baby, a firmer touch. Yeah. Like that.”
His hand returned to between her legs.
As they stroked each other, her body undulated
restlessly against him.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Cole. Yes.”
He stopped stroking her, and slid his hand up the
inside of her thigh, separating her legs. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he
whispered against her ear as he nuzzled her neck.
She complied, and he settled into the cradle of her
thighs. Her hand was still on him, stroking.
“Guide me in, baby. You’re in control. Whenever
you’re ready, Angel, take me inside you. Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her neck, propped up on his elbows,
holding himself off her, giving her all the time she needed. He didn’t want to
rush her. He couldn’t bear it if she panicked on him now. He nuzzled her ear.
“I’ll go slow, baby. I swear. Let me in, Angel. Please, baby doll. I promise I
won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you, baby. Never.”
His words had her insides melting. God, she wanted
him so bad. She tilted her hips, and took him inside an inch, but then clenched
down, stopping, her body tensing up.
He hovered there, holding himself above her. “Take
it all, baby. Please. I’ll be gentle. I swear.” He felt her relax, and he slid
in another couple inches before she tensed again. He clenched his jaw, keeping
a rock solid hold on his control.
“I’m sorry, I’m nervous-”
“Shh, shh.” He stroked the hair back from her face.
“You’re doing fine, baby. Relax. Breathe. That’s it. It’s just the two of us
here. No need to be nervous. There’s no pressure. I’ll stop if you want me to.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”
Her hands slid to his hipbones, and then around and gripped his ass, and she
pulled him down the last few inches.
As he sank into the liquid heat of her, he groaned.
Lord, she was tight. It was taking everything he had to wait for her to adjust
to him. He stayed there, impaling her, letting her become accustom to the feel
of him inside her. “You okay, baby? Does it hurt?” His voice was gravely with
desire.
“No. I’m fine.”
“Okay, baby. I’m going to start moving, okay?” He
didn’t wait for her answer, but slid slowly almost all the way out of her, and
then gently back in again, growling in her ear, “Oh, baby doll. You feel so
fucking good.”
She wrapped her arms around him.
He slid one hand down her outer thigh, and then back
up to her knee, pulling her tight against his hip. “Wrap around me, babe,” he
ordered.
She complied, wrapping her legs around his hips.
He rocked against her, sliding in all the way to the
hilt. He groaned again, and ran his hand down her thigh, over her hip, and up
her side. “Your skin is as soft as silk.” He kissed his way down her neck and
across her chest.
When she felt his mouth close over her and tug on
her nipple, a jolt of desire shot straight through her, and she felt another
rush of wetness.
Cole felt her clench around him like a fist, and he
tugged again, pulling another spasm of response from her. He lifted up, his
arms locking straight as he held himself above her and slowly thrust into her,
rocking her against the mattress.
Her hips rose to meet him, thrust for thrust, again
and again.
He made love to her with a tenderness she had never
known a man was capable of, especially not one like him. Slowly, patiently, his
touch washed away everything Chuck had done to her. Replacing bad with good.
Healing her like nothing else could have.
He nuzzled her ear, and whispered, “Are you on any
birth control, Angel?” He felt her shake her head, and he lifted his head to
look in her eyes. “Okay, baby. I’ll take care of it. I’ll pull out. Don’t
worry.” He leaned down and kissed her, his body still thrusting. His hand slid
between them, and he began stroking her, over and over. “Cum for me, Angel. I want
to watch your face when you climax.”
Her breathing was coming fast now.
“Let go, baby. Let go.”
Her head flew back into the pillow, and her thighs
clenched his hips as the waves crashed over her.
His mouth came down on hers, capturing her moan of
ecstasy, and his tongue delved deep as she coasted back down to earth. When
she’d melted in his arms, laying back in relaxed bliss, he slid his forearm
down, hooking her leg at the knee, and pulled up, angling her position, giving
him better access. His thrusts going deeper, he growled, “Fuck, baby, never had
it so good.”
The power in his strokes intensified, and she
wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him, loving that she could make him
feel good. Wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.
After several more minutes, he suddenly moved back,
pulling out of her, and leaning back over her, he came on her belly, his
ejaculate spilling onto her soft skin as his body tensed rock-solid above her.
When he was through, he collapsed next to her, breathing hard.
After a few moments, she lifted her head, looking
down at her belly, and started to get up to go to the bathroom to take care of
it.
Cole immediately rose up on an elbow, and gently
pressed her back down. “I’ll take care of it.”
She watched as he got up, and crossed the room to
the bathroom. She loved watching his naked body move, the moonlight shading his
muscles. He disappeared into the bathroom, and she heard water running. A
moment later, he was moving back toward the bed.
He climbed in, and resting on his hand in the bed,
he bent over her, and pressed a warm, wet washcloth between her legs.
The warmth of the cloth soothed her tenderness, and
she groaned.
His eyes connected with hers. “Was I too rough?”
She shook her head. “No, baby, not at all.” She saw
him grin, the white of his teeth showing in the moonlight.
“Like that, baby doll.”
“What?”
“You callin’ me baby. Like it a lot.” He moved the
warm cloth to her stomach, tenderly wiping her clean. Then he twisted, and
tossed the cloth in a wastebasket by the desk. His body turned back to her, and
his hand came down on her hip, and slid up her side. He settled himself next to
her, and pulled her against him, tucking her in his arm, her head against his
chest, and pulled the covers over them.
He tenderly stroked his hand down her back, his warm
palm soothing her. “Mmm, that feels nice,” she murmured.
He stroked up and down, again and again, as quiet
blues music filled the room. After a few moments, his hand slid up to the back
of her head, sliding into her hair, he pulled her head back, and looked down in
her face, his other hand cupping her jaw, and turning her to look at him.
“Hey,” he whispered, to get her full attention. When her eyes met his, he
continued, his voice low and rumbling, “This meant something to me, Angel. I
want you to know that. You giving that to me, letting me be the one you trusted
enough to let in. Meant the world, babe.”
She squeezed him, her eyes glazing over, and her
throat closing at his sweet words, leaving her unable to speak.
He kissed her forehead, and pressed her head down to
his chest. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
Chapter Four
The next morning Angel woke to the sound of the door
opening. She turned her head on the pillow, and saw Cole walking in with a
steaming mug. He set it down on the bedside table.
“I brought you coffee.” He stood next to the bed,
looking down at her. He smiled, lifted a hand toward her, and ran the back of
his knuckles gently along her cheek.
She smiled back shyly.
He leaned down, bracing his palms on either side of
her head, and kissed her. Her response was soft and inviting. When he lifted
his mouth from hers at last, he made a low, purring sound of satisfaction deep
in his throat. He rose back, suspended over her, and held her gaze. “You tempt
me to get back in bed.”
She looked away, timid under his scrutiny.
“Why you blushin’, baby doll?” he asked, his voice
tinged with humor, the corner of his mouth pulling in a grin. “You gave me a
lot more than a kiss last night. Don’t be shy with me now.”
She couldn’t help but return his smile.
He sat on the bed next to her, and turned serious.
He studied her for a moment. “Last night, if I hurt you, I’m sorry-”
“You didn’t,” she stopped him.
He studied her for a long time. “You’re okay?”
She smiled reassuringly.
Cole felt her hand close over the top of his.
“I’m fine.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“How long have you been up?” she asked.
“A while. Look, will you be
alright
here for a couple hours? I’ve got a run to make. Shouldn’t take too long.”
“Sure. I guess.”
He nodded. “Good.”
“Cole. About our deal-”
“Yeah. I’m trying to work that out.” He blew out a
breath. “The club is going up there in a couple weeks to patch their club
over.”
“Patch?” she frowned, that word jogging something in
her memory.
“They become a part of our club.”
“And Chuck?”
He blew out a breath. “Well, I never did want to
share a patch with that guy.” He looked down at her. “I figure I’ll need to get
the information out of him on the Asian guy first. Then I can take care of both
of them.”
“We,” she corrected.
“What?” He frowned down at her.
“I’m going with you, aren’t I?”
He stood, shaking his head. “Naw. Like hell you
are.”
“If I don’t, how will I know you’ve got the right
guy?” she pointed out.
He ran his hand through his hair, exasperated. “I
don’t know. I’ll text you his picture right before I blow his head off.”
“But, Cole-”
“You’re not going, Angel. Get that shit out of your
head.” He headed for the door.
Angel sat up suddenly, clutching the sheet to her
chest, the fragment of memory clicking into place. “Cole. Wait. Before you go,
there’s something, something else you should know.”
He paused at the door, looking back at her.
“That place. Where you found me…” she began.
He nodded, a frown forming on his face as he
wondered where this was going.
“The night before you came, when he dragged me off
from the campfire and everyone else, and-”
“Don’t!” he stopped her, shaking his head. “Don’t
relive that nightmare, sweetheart. I don’t need to hear-”
“Damn it! I have to tell you something,” she
snapped.
Her agitation startled him. He moved back to the
bed, and stood over her, his eyes searching hers. “Okay. I’m listening.”
Angel cleared her throat, and started again. “He
dragged me off into the brush, and, well, after he was finished with me…”
Cole looked away, and clenched his teeth.
She could see the muscles in his jaw move. She could
also see that this was as hard for him to listen to, as it was for her to say.
She looked down. “He left me there, and went back to the others. I
..
I lay there for a while. I wasn’t even sure if I could
move.” She took a deep breath, and continued. “I’m not sure how long I laid
there, but after awhile I heard a man talking. I looked toward the sound. There
was a guy, not ten yards from me, dressed in the same cut as Chuck’s. I guess he
didn’t realize I was there. He was talking quietly into a cell phone.”
She looked up at Cole.
“And?” he prodded her to continue.
“He was talking about setting them up.”
His mouth tightened. “What are you talking about?
Setting
who
up?”
“That club. Both clubs, I think.”
“Are you saying he was an undercover cop?” Cole
stared down at her, his expression hardening. He took a step closer, towering
over her. “You realize you’d be signing his death warrant.”
There was something about the way he was standing
over her, looking down at her with that tick in his jaw, as if…as if he was
barely containing his rage. Angel
swallowed,
falling
back onto her back, and realized in that moment just how deadly he could be if
he was crossed. She’d witnessed a taste of it in the Dead Souls clubhouse. And
now that expression was leveled at her. She knew the rage wasn’t directed at
her, but still, it was scary to look into his eyes with that expression on his
face.