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BOOK: Rogue Stallion (Chrome Horsemen MC Book 2)
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The climax came with a turning and twisting clash, throwing her from one direction to the other, and then lifting her only to throw her back down on the bed. Her hips twisted and thrust, as her heels dug into the bed, powered there by quivering legs.

 

Cole continued to arouse her clitoris to riotous, electric pulses that convulsed her with powerful drums of devastating release. When she began coming completely undone under his continued tongue, he wrapped his thick arm around her thigh and pressed her hips firmly to the bed, holding her there with his forearm, restraining her convulsing body so that she couldn't disturb his continuing efforts.

 

His goal, she felt, while in the midst of this orgasmic storm, was to sustain her agony and not let her come down. While such a thought during a bath moment or as a distracting fantasy would be very potent, the thought of actually enduring such treatment threw her swimming emotions in the direction of panic and trepidation.

 

"Oh, no, oh please. God, please. Let me down!"

 

Cole didn't let her down and his conservation the rhythm he preformed was astounding. Her pleas for mercy only seemed to urge him to continue. She was completely at the will of her orgasm now.

 

Her legs and arms and body all flung and clawed and did everything they could to break his rhythm, to stop the surging wave of electrocuting bliss. If the pleasure levels were removed, she realized, this would probably feel very much like being electrocuted. No other reference experience came to mind.

 

"Stop! Please, Cole! Oh God! I can't … I can't … I can't"

 

Breathe!
She screamed in her head, not being able to get the word out pass her hard panting.

 

Cole finally let her down and her abs jumped and convulsed with aftershocks. Her hands were pulling at her hair, holding on to great clumps. Her chest heaved for air and expelled it as fast as she could take it in. After several moments of recovery, she said, "Dear God, Cole, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm truly very sorry."

 

"Are you really?" he asked with a touch of doubt as he lay back down beside her.

 

She bit her lip. The afterglow raging inside of her was fucking amazing. "Well, sure. I mean, well, no not really."

 

"I didn't think so. And best not to pile lies on top of such heinous crimes," he smiled at her. “Time to get up, breakfast with Brian is nigh."

 

"Nigh? Did you just say nigh? Who the fuck talks like that?"

 

"My dad," he told her without hesitation.

 

"Oh," she said, "But, um, don't you want me to… well… treat you?"

 

"Not right now. That's all the monkey-sex we have time for. We slept too late. So, get up and showered or I'll spank you, and you don't want to see that."

 

"You aren't into spanking, are you?" she asked a little softly, clutching the blanket.

 

"Not sure. Never had the opportunity to find out. Are you going to force me to explore a new area of sexual interest?"

 

"No," she said, and started moving as fast as her ravaged body would allow. "I'm getting up. See? I'm moving. No worries. I'm heading for the shower. See?"

 

"Good," he said and followed her into the shower.

 

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

She found Jacob's Diner to be cozy and the service was perfect. They rode here on the bikes and the morning air still held some chill from the night. She was glad she wore her jeans and boots yesterday, and that Cole tossed her the leather jacket he bought for her since hers was too thin and strictly for use as fashion, not protection.

 

She brought with them three hundred from her
just-in-case
stash bag, telling Cole that she needed at least a change of clothing and some basic necessities which they didn't have time to gather yesterday evening.

 

"Angie will take you for a full shopping trip, I'm sure, but yes, there's a super-store we can stop at on our way back to pick up what you need today. Just keep in mind the size of the saddle bag while you shop," he told her.

 

"Are those the largest size?" she asked curiously.

 

"Without going custom, yes. Why?"

 

"Just wondering, as I plan on going on trips with you in the near future," she said and leaned over for a kiss.

 

After he kissed her, he looked at Brian who was studying traffic through the large windows, "Any word from last night's raids? Rat said his group hit three places and came away with a sizable amount of cash, as well."

 

"Pillaging is one of the great wealth bringers known to man," Brian said without turning from the window. "There's a car across the street, two men in the front seat. A Cougar, I believe. Red. See them?"

 

She searched at the same time and found it just as Cole said, "Got them. What's up?"

 

"They were outside the club at the curb down from where we were. We were most likely the first patch-holders out on the sidewalk this morning."

 

"I'm not liking where this is going," Cole growled.

 

"Me neither," Nicole piped.

 

"How do you want to play it?" Cole asked Brian. When Brian turned a little with a raised eyebrow, Cole said, "Don't give me that look. I'm a street fighter. Learned all I know from gang fights and getting jumped in the wrong neighborhoods. I only have one tactic: kill them. That's as far as planning ever gets with me. However, Jim tells me you're a walking
Art of War
and I follow directions very well."

 

"Thanks," Brian told him. "You're senior and thanks for letting me handle this for you."

 

"Hey, buddy, I like breathing. So you lead. I'll follow."

 

Brain nodded his thanks again and then looked back out the window. "Well I doubt they are coming in here. If they decide to, we'll spot them long before they get here. Are you armed?"

 

"Yeah, the cops took mine last night since it was the weapon that was used, but I have extras," Cole informed him.

 

Brian nodded to the wisdom of this and then asked, "Who is up and close right now? Got their numbers?" Brain asked.

 

"Yeah," Cole said, taking out his phone and looking over to her. "Hey, baby, eat. It's still good food. Best breakfast in Chicago."

 

"I seem to be losing my appetite." She murmured.

 

"Not a good time for that," Cole told her. "You're going to need all the energy you can get."

She looked at him wide-eyed and then Cole added, "Well, you're going shopping after this, right?"

 

She didn't quite get it, but when it hit, it was lame and cute, and funny as hell under the circumstances. She laughed and gave him a smile, "That is so chauvinistic. I'm shocked you think of me like that."

 

He returned her smile and started to eat. She checked the car outside again and followed suit.

 

Cole reported, after a few calls, that he could get two men there in ten minutes. Brian nodded and told him where he wanted the men to arrive at, what direction they needed to come from, and what to do.

 

Cole listened and she watched his expression, and the growing concentration in his eyes as Brian's words built up the scenario like a model in his mind. could almost see the plan unfolding in his facial expressions as it controlled the enemy’s movements, forced the men in the car to divulge their intentions, and then killed them after the plan revealed they were looking to do the same thing to the Horsemen.

 

Through her studies, Nicole came across descriptions of people who possessed eidetic memories – memories that were highly visual in nature. These memories tended to degrade very slowly over decades, not hours, with amazing recall clarity. Cole had told her during their first evening together that he never finished high school --
yet he reads Shakespeare
. She felt a low, deep sadness that Cole's life hadn't allowed him to make use of a gift like his, if he in fact possessed such a gift, and the odd connection between them was telling her he did.

 

Cole had quit eating halfway through the plan, falling into a state of pure mind power as he concentrated on what Brian was laying out for him. When Brian finished, she watched Cole's eyes as they continued to move around the table, as if he were replaying it and studying it from different angles. "Shit, Brian,” Cole announced after a few moments,” Jim sold you short. That's fucking brilliant."

 

"Thanks," Brain said and calmly took a sip of his coffee while Cole got back on the phone and told Mark and James the plan, and their parts in it.

 

When that was done, they paid the check, but were set to wait for twenty more minutes.

"Cole? What was I wearing for our first ride together?" she asked, unable to control her curiosity.

 

Cole recited her outfit without hesitation and from what she remembered, which she felt was fairly accurate since she spent a lot of time picking out her clothing, it was near perfect. In fact, she felt he was dead on. "What color were the eyes of the first man you saw on the boat that day?" she pressed.

 

"Green," he said, "You going someplace with this?"

 

But Nicole noticed that Brian was suddenly very interested, as well. How he might have picked up on where she was going with this, she didn't know.
Fucking brain trust in this group of motor junkies.
"That car across the street, did you see it at the hotel?" she asked.

 

"Yeah, just where Brian said it was, but I didn't notice it here until he pointed it out," Cole explained.

 

"What's the license number?" she pushed.

 

Cole, again, told her without a second of hesitation. There was no brain searching. It was just there, in his mind, like magic.

 

"Wow," Brian said, not bothering to hide his amazement and sat back looking at Cole, "Eidetic memory?"

 

"What's that?" Cole asked, looking from Brian to her and then back again.

 

Nicole walked him through what she knew about eidetic memory, admitting that the subject, at the time she came across it during her research, didn't hold much interest for her, so her understanding was limited. "No one has ever brought that up to you?" she asked him with slight wonder.

 

Cole shrugged, "I get the visual part. I use that a lot and certainly during every fight I'm in." Then Cole ran a play by play with the boat ambush he walked into, even moving pieces like the salt and pepper and sugar packages around as he explained how he knew where the attackers were behind the curtain, or at least the couple of places physics would allow them to be and used that to aim.

 

"Again, wow," Brian said with a little more wonder in his voice. "I've heard about it, too, but listening to how you use it puts chills in my spine knowing I was so close to going up against it."

 

Cole checked his watch, "It's time. We can talk about my brain after we take care of this little chore."

 

"No we won't," Nicole told him, "You're going to avoid the subject like a plague." She smiled teasingly while she rose from her chair and shrugged into her jacket, "aren't you?"

 

Cole grimaced at her.

 

"I don't know what impresses me more, your memory or how well she knows you," Brian laughed. "You two have quite a connection with each other."

 

Cole looked at him, "Buddy, you have no idea."

 

 

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

The only thing Cole didn't like about this plan was that Nicole would be riding behind him. But, there was no way not to tip their hand if she didn't get back on the bike. He noticed a tremble in her hand as she strapped on her helmet. He wanted to say it was going to be fine, but that felt kind of silly coming from the man who was about to ride her into battle. Then he noticed the expression in her eyes. They were alight with the fierceness of a small Valkyrie whose wrath was barely contained by her glowing blue irises. "Ready?" he asked.

 

"Ready ten minutes ago," she told him with a smile. "Let's get them."

 

That was probably
the
moment, the moment he fell in love with her. He wasn't sure now, though, if he hadn't fallen in love with her before this and just now realized the depth of his feelings for her. It felt like he had always loved her and was just now catching up. If it wasn't the moment, it should have been, he decided and got on his bike.

 

He started the engine up and came off the kickstand just as he saw a flash of red movement in the reflection of the diner's window. In that brief flash of reflection, he recalled with pure clarity the Charger coming up behind them and a large gun in the passenger's hands as he was making his way out of the window to sit down on the opening, preparing fire across the top of the car. They were going to strafe them, right here, right now.

 

"Down! Gun!" he shouted, and came off his bike, pulling Nicole with him.

 

His bike fell as its center of gravity was pushed the other way during his hurried dismount. There was no time to look to Brain and he hoped his brother heard him as he rushed Nicole, nearly carrying her, behind a parked car a few feet away. Brian showed up at the back of the car a breath later, his twin guns out and ready. Then Hell hit the other side of the car with a fury of lead and tearing explosions.

 

There was nothing Cole could do except wrap Nicole up in his arms, and cover her with his body, which he did. He expected her to be screaming, but she wasn't. Cole guessed they were about half way down the side of the car, turning it to junk with the automatic weapon when Brian suddenly stood leveling both guns at their attackers with a smooth, graceful motion that made Cole think of a ballet dancer and pulled the triggers of his hand canons -- once.

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