Cole: The Wounded Sons Page 14
“Yes, baby, yes! Come for me!” Pumping my hips faster, I chased the sensations that had my balls drawing up, tightening in readiness to fill up my girl’s pussy with my own cum.
One, two, three pumps, and on the fourth, I held my pelvis hard against hers, feeling her little clit at the base of my cock, her pussy throbbing like it had its own heartbeat, and finally, her scream marked the second her climax hit her. A river of molten wetness surrounded my shaft, the ooze of her desire the final nail in my orgasmic coffin. Darkness filled my vision then bullets of light flashed behind my eyelids, blinding me.
“Fucking hell, yes!” My deafening shout muffled by Oaklee’s own cry of completion. Cum left the tip of my cock like a round of shells from an AK-47, each spurt hitting its mark as Oaklee’s inner muscles clenched and spasmed around my shaft, milking me dry. Never had an orgasm been so painful and so fucking amazing all at the same time.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chanted against her throat, “what are you doing to me, baby.”
“The same thing you are doing to me, honey,” Oaklee breathed into my ear, her tongue licked around the top. “Trying to ruin you for anyone else.”
My heart rate tripled, hearing the passion and lust in Oaklee’s voice, the raw need. The tiny woman was consuming me, breaking down my lonely existence one sweet smile and one sexy moan at a time.
Gathering her into a tight embrace, my cock still lodged where it belonged, I dropped my mouth and kissed my girl with all the passion I could muster. Sinking deeper into her, I kissed her until both of us were silently begging for air. Holding her close, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, still panting and still reeling from the most explosive sex of my life.
“Consider me ruined, baby. And I ain’t ever letting you go, not tonight, not tomorrow. Not ever.”
“Back at ya, honey.”
Smiling, I rolled to my side, taking Oaklee with me, my cock still locked inside her by her tightness.
“Not going to forget this time, I hope,” Oaklee muttered, biting my pec then soothing it with soft kisses.
Sated for now and very happy, I sighed contently.
“Not on your fucking life, Temptress.”
No way in hell was I ever going to forget the moment I found my future.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
OAKLEE
Books littered the carpet around me, stacks piled into genres just waiting for me to price them and put them in a temporary home here in the store.
Only problem was, I had no focus.
For the first time in my life, romance books were the last thing on my mind, replaced with the real romance that was budding between Cole and me.
Our weekend at the beach with his team and the wives had been so much fun. Cole and I made love at night, and swam in the ocean and partied with the group during the day. Cole barely let me leave his arms the entire time, even in the water, he held me. Sitting on the sand around the bonfire at dusk, I sat on his lap, his arms around me, his hands brushing through my hair, over my arms and legs. He touched me everywhere, and I soaked up each minute of it.
Cole’s attention to me, to my needs, was so sweet and meant the world to me. It also had another effect on me, another positive effect. Since we got back from the beach three and a half weeks ago, I had not looked into the mirror to look at myself and repeat my mantra. Even after eating breakfast, that horrible need to reassure myself that eating some toast and vegemite was allowed and okay. That nourishing my body was a good thing to do. Cole was taking care of nourishing my heart for me very well.
Every night since the beach trip, Cole has been in my bed, in my home. With me.
We went to work during the day, me at the store or at the Club with Memphis and Cole dividing his time between several of the Club’s businesses. Sharing texts and phone calls, we planned our nights talking about what we wanted to cook for tea or what movie we would watch. Then later, our time is spent in bed wrapped in one another, making memories that can never be forgotten.
What I secretly loved just as much as being with Cole was the fact his bike was always parked in my driveway, not hidden in the garage, but out there for anyone to drive by and see there. It was a small thing, but to me, it meant that Cole really means to tell his father about us at some stage. And that was why my smile never left my face.
Hearing my phone sound with a text alert, I scrambled to my feet and rushed over to it. Cole and I spoke only an hour ago, he had some duties at the gun shop with Booth for the rest of the day and would be meeting me at the house when he was finished. Snatching my phone up, I saw on the screen a message notification from my boss.
Sorry to annoy you, sweetie, but I need you here to help me choose an image for my next book. The photographer wants to know ASAP and Creed isn’t here.
Shooting off a reply of no worries, be there soon. I yelled to my assistant that I had to leave and she needed to come out front. Gathering up my keys, I decided to leave my bag under the counter in the locked cupboard. I had to come back here anyway to lock up, and usually, this kind of decision was a quick one. Memphis already had in her mind what the characters in her stories looked like. All she needed was a set of eyes to make sure the photographer captured on camera what she explained to him in detail.
Usually, it was Creed that took on that job, but for two covers I had stepped in and made the choice for her. Waving a see ya to my co-worker, I skipped out of the shop, a pep to my step I had not felt for a long while.
“Thank you so much, Oaklee,” Memphis said again, taking hold of my hand walking beside me out of the room.
“No need to thank me, Memphis; getting to look at hot images was my pleasure,” I laughed, leading her down the stairs.
“And we picked the right one, didn’t we? The other one sounded just as good.”
“It was, but his finger placement on her thigh was off; it looked wrong.”
“Yeah, we don’t want bad finger placement on a thigh,” Memphis drawled, then did a shudder as if it was the worst thing in the world.
Your son has perfect finger placement, on my thighs, breasts, inside my pussy. Practically everywhere he touches me.
Holding that comment in my head, I smiled at my silliness as we entered the main room. For early on a weeknight, it wasn’t as quiet as it usually would be. At least twenty people I didn’t recognise stood around the bar and pool table, talking to the members and engaging in what looked like a very competitive game of billiards.
“Lots of noise here tonight,” Memphis grumbled, “they better not move the furniture.”
“As if that will ever be allowed,” I scoffed, shaking my head even though she couldn’t see it. “Booth lays the law down on the rules around here, and no one would dare try that. And if, and I mean if, that was to happen, there is your scary husband to deal with.”
Taking a seat on the sectional couch in the area that was reserved strictly for family only, Memphis pulled me down beside her, a frown on her pretty face.
“Creed scares you?” Memphis twisted on the couch to look at me, her hands already reaching out for me.
Leaning forward, I allowed my boss to position her fingers on my face, two fingers to my lips and one palm lightly across my forehead.
“Okay, answer me,” Memphis demanded, her light ocean-green eyes looking directly at me, but her hand and fingers were her sight.
I have enough experience of this way of ‘seeing’ from Memphis to know it was fruitless to try and deceive her. She was way too smart for you to think you could get away with pretending.
Sighing, I gave my boss the honesty she wanted.
“Not scared exactly, more intimidated. He growls and grunts and scowls a lot, and his eyes see everything,” I admitted, empathising the last part, Memphis’s fingertips following my lips as I spoke.
“He does growl, though his scowls are less now than they used to be,” Memphis replied, still touching my face. “But you are definitely right about one thing; Creed’s eyes do see ever
ything. From the day my sister brought him home to meet our family, it was Creed’s eyes that I remember so clearly,” Memphis reminisced, her face softened as she went back in time.
“He saw the kind of people my parents really were. He looked out for me, cared for me, but he only had eyes for my sister. You know I asked him to marry me when I was four.”
“No way!” I laughed along with her.
“I did,” she nodded, smiling fondly. “I hero-worshipped him from that day on. As I got older, I envied the way he loved Lila Rose, I practically sat by the window waiting for him to come home on leave when he joined up. Watching him and my sister fall more and more in love with each other, thinking I could never have anything as beautiful as what they had.”
I sat listening to Memphis tell me something so incredibly personal and couldn’t help wonder what her point was. Surely she didn’t already figure out that Cole and I were together?
“That promise he made to a little girl seemed like an unattainable dream, then I lost my sight, and after that, we lost Lila, and in a way, I lost Creed too.” Memphis dropped her hands from my face and folded them in her lap. Her thumb tracing over the pretty engagement ring that sat next to a band of never-ending diamonds.
“It took a long while for Creed to get past his grief and guilt to see me, both of us forced into a marriage he didn’t want, but I did.”
Feeling uncomfortable, like I was prying even though it was Memphis who was openly sharing her private life, I squirmed on the cushion, waiting for the reason for the story.
“Things happened, things I won’t go into, but eventually Creed saw me, saw what I was to him. He fought against the guilt and the pain and found his light. Me. Creed is the way he is because he loves me. And loving me means he has to let me do things he’d rather I didn’t do, like signings.” Memphis winked at me, making me giggle.
“Did you get the same love he had for your sister?” I couldn’t help but ask. I had no idea that Creed used to be Memphis’s brother-in-law, or that she even had a sister. In her bios in the back of her novels, Memphis went by Willow Rose, which made sense now, but she didn’t give out any personal information other than stating she was a mum of beautiful kids and married to her own personal alpha.
Leaning forward, Memphis caught my hands in hers, holding them flat to her chest where her heart laid.
“Feel that? It beats for him, and if Creed allowed people to touch him other than our children or me, his would be beating just as hard. I not only found that love with Creed, but it is one hundred times stronger, deeper and it will never end.”
Cole’s face suddenly appeared in my head, his black eyes so much like his father’s looking down at me as we make love. The onyx orbs really were a window to his soul, and what I saw in them every time he gave them to me truly took my breath away. The same way he was taking my heart each and every minute we spent together.
As if I wished him to appear, Cole and Gabriel walked through the big wooden doors, entering the main room. Had I not seen him, I still would have felt his powerful presence, that was how in tune I was with him.
Memphis and I were sitting in a corner of the room for family only, so Cole was yet to see me, taking advantage of my secluded spot to just … watch him. His big muscled body was dressed in the usual black tee, black jeans and black boots. His aviators still covering his eyes as he and Gabe made their way to the bar. He looked like he had put in a long, hard day of work at the gun shop, doing something for Booth on the outdoor gun range. Dirt streaked his biceps, and there was a sweat patch darkening his tee on his chest. Thankful that Memphis couldn’t see my blatant ogling of her son, I continued to drool over my man as he accepted a tall glass of what I suspected was soft drink and not beer. His massive hand clasping the frosty glass bringing it to his lips and taking a long gulp.
Shamelessly, I watched his neck tilt back as he drank, his throat working hard to swallow as much of the liquid as he could. Beads of sweat trickled down his thick neck, and I had the sudden urge to lick those delicious droplets and anywhere else my tongue desired.
Hmmm. Yum.
As if he heard my silent wanton moan, Cole stilled, his glass paused at his lips, he turned sideways, his gaze zeroing directly on me.
Busted.
An almost undetectable lift at the corner of his mouth appeared as he continued to drink while looking at me.
Take off your sunglasses and give me those eyes. I silently willed him from across the room, my facial expression fighting to stay calm. My tongue begging to lick my lips.
Smirking into his glass, Cole’s lips twitched as he put down his glass and made a show of taking off his aviators, hooking them into the neck of his tee and smiling at me.
My god, he makes my pussy throb so good.
Without thinking, I rubbed my thighs together, then crossed them and squeezed, desperate for a little relief from what the sexy stud across the room was doing to my libido.
Cole followed the movement of my legs, his eyes darkened, his mouth hardened, and from here, I swore I could see the pulse at the base of his throat ramp up.
So turned on by our covert flirting, I missed what Memphis was saying to me until she tapped me on the leg.
“Oaklee, are you listening to me?”
Not taking my eyes from Cole, I coughed to remove the passion-filled lump in my throat.
“Sorry, Boss, what did you say?”
“I asked you if you have been in love?”
Still standing at the bar, Cole held me captive with his intense eyes and mouthed a simple. ‘Hey baby,” to me, a subtle wink following.
Mouthing the words, ‘hey honey,’ back to him, I reluctantly turned to look at Memphis, her expression patient and interested.
Moving my gaze back to Cole, I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Yes,” I replied in a breathy whisper, “yes, I know what it is like to be in love.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
COLE
Fuck I wanted to get Oaklee back to her place and see how wet her pussy was. My sexy, sassy Temptress had that dreamy look on her face, a look I have gotten to know well.
Oaklee was feeling needy … for me.
Forcing myself to turn away from Oaklee talking with my mum, I concentrated on what Gabe was blabbering about, or tried to with the sound of Oaklee’s giggle over on the other side of the room.
It was getting harder and harder to keep myself from touching her around my family, no longer satisfied with waiting for our time alone at her small house.
Guilt plagued me day in and day out since we got back from the beach. Three weeks and I was yet to speak with my old man and find out why he’d asked me to stay away from Oaklee. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want to confront Dad and come clean and tell him Oaklee was mine because I did. Fucking badly. I was getting tired of pretending and acting like she was nothing more than a passing friend. It wasn’t sitting well with me either that Oaklee had slipped comfortably into our subterfuge. The flirty looks and mental messages she gave me with her eyes she was enjoying, and truth be told, so was I. It was kinda fun driving each other wild with heated looks, lip licks and thigh rubs. It made for some heavy and hot sex up against the door back at her place when I finally made it back to her bungalow.
Our sex life was far from lacking; we’d fucking gone at it like rabbits over the last handful of weeks, whether it be at her bungalow here or at the apartment down at the beach. Oaklee and I had slipped off to Queenscliff every weekend since the first, loving being free to walk down the main street holding hands. No one bothered us, stared or passed judgement.
We could be us, and I wanted that to continue here in my family home.
Seeing Oaklee and Mum interacting so well didn’t make it easy to walk up to Dad and tell him either. What started out as a necessity because of a stupid promise to my father was fast becoming a dangerous lie to keep Oaklee from losing her job, or worse still, a relapse into her eating disorder.
And to make a
crap situation worse, Gabe informed us we had to report to Holsworthy the day after tomorrow. Fucking a whole state away from my girl for ten days.
Approaching Dad before I left was out of the question. Who knows what kind of shit storm might erupt and leaving Oaklee to deal with it alone was not going to happen.
“You okay, Cole?” Gabe asked me, using my given name because of the outsiders at the compound tonight.
Shaking my head, I leaned my elbows on the bar, my head turning to look at my captain.
“Gabe, have you ever felt on top of the world and fucking annoyed and pissed all at the same time?”
“I believe I understand that concept, mate,” Gabe sighed, “I am in love with a woman who owns my heart. Our wedding is finally beginning to look like it’s going to happen, and before we get called back up, and I am over the fucking moon, except—” Gabe dropped his head down, he looked like he was struggling to keep his shit together and that in itself was alarming. Gabriel Booth was nothing if not a fucking rock; he had the broadest shoulders and the compassion of ten men. He led Team FIVE with a maturity some men twice his age didn’t possess, so seeing him upset now was hard to watch.
“Cousin, what’s going on?” It wasn’t often I called Gabe cousin anymore. Not that I didn’t consider him my family because he was. All the kids, blood or not, were my family; we all thought that about each other, but to me, Gabe was a brother. Just as important to me as Zander, Chase and Dane were. I would take a bullet for him without question.
“It’s Devon, mate,” he sighed heavily, “I can’t fucking get her pregnant. We have been trying for fucking months since we got engaged and the stick just won’t turn pink!”
“I don’t know much about conceiving other than how to have sex, but seems to me you aren’t at the worry stage just yet, Cap.” Looking sideways at Gabe, I watched him closely, looking for his unmistakable ticks and tells, anything that can give me an insight into just how high his stress levels were.