Page 31 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
I enjoyed how attentive he had become.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.
“There is it,” he hissed.
My body jittered. “Oh, shit. Cole. Holy fuck, Cole. Yes!”
“Come for me. That’s it.”
“Cole! I’m so close!”
He nipped at my neck. “Let go, Molly. Just relax and let go.”
I closed my eyes and did as he asked, relaxing my body even though it wanted to stay contracted. And the second I lost myself fully in him, I fell over the edge. That coil popped deep within my gut and sent me spiraling into a darkened abyss as Cole clung to me, our lips hastily mashed together. His hips stuttered as my walls drained him, milking him of his mark. And as our bodies shivered in tandem with each other, we collapsed against the damp carpet that housed the faded outline of our wet bodies.
As Cole’s weight blanketed me from the rest of the world.
I wasn’t sure how long we laid there, and I certainly didn’t know what time we had gotten up to move. But after a little while of lying there, Cole shifted against me. He got up, taking his still-hardened cock with him as juices gushed from between my legs.
Then, he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
“Come on. There’s a good girl,” he grunted.
Okay, so maybe not completely like I weighed nothing. But still, it made me feel delicate and protected.
Something I never thought I’d ever feel with a man again.
He settled me against the cool sheets of my bed and I sighed with delight. My muscles relaxed against my mattress as he slid in against me, his arm protectively sliding across my waist. He pulled me close, my ass settled against his still-wet dick. He kissed my exposed neck softly, as if to kiss me goodnight. So, I shifted around in his arms until we were face to face, our lips allowing the only breath we could afford as our aching bodies lied helplessly against each other.
“Get some sleep,” Cole whispered.
I kissed the tip of his nose. “You, too. Stay as long as you’d like.”
And as my eyes fluttered closed with my words, something amazing happened that night.
At no point in time did I experience any of my nightmares.
Fifteen
Cole
I expected to toss and turn a lot that night, especially since it wasn’t my bed. I expected to get up in the middle of the night, throw my clothes on, leave a note for Molly, and head back to my place. I mean, I needed to, right? I had Opie that needed his head pats and snuggles in order to sleep. I knew that he also needed some exercise. And while I wasn’t concerned about food, water, or bathroom breaks with him—since I always made sure he’d be taken care of in case I had to “bike off” with the guys at the last minute—there were still things that he needed.
But the second I fell asleep with Molly in my arms, I didn’t wake back up once.
In fact, my eyes didn’t fall open until the sun peeked through her small apartment windows, and it made me wonder what time it was. I hadn’t woken up to the sun in, well, fucking years.
And you know what that meant.
Shit, I didn’t have any nightmares last night.
How the hell I managed it I wasn’t sure. And while I didn’t like assuming that it had something to do with Molly and this hold she had over me, it wasn’t as if I could simply write off what had happened. I lost myself in her body yesterday, which enabled us to tumble into bed absolutely exhausted. But I’d fallen asleep exhausted many, many nights after stakeouts gone wrong with the guys.
So, it had to be Molly, right?
Right?
I rolled over and watched as Molly’s shoulder moved up and down softly with her steady, even breaths. My eyes traced the curve of her spine as my hand softly massaged the slight dip of her waist. I ran my palm against her skin, watching as uncontrollable goosebumps followed me wherever I went.
It was a sight that made me smile before I cuddled up to her and tried to go back to sleep.
No matter how long I held her for, though, I couldn’t get back to sleep. Because of the consecutive hours of sleep I had gotten myself, I felt more energized and more alive than I had in a very long time. After enjoying Molly’s warmth for a little while, I made myself get out of bed and hunt down some caffeine. It made me excited to see that Molly was a simple person, too, like myself. Her selection of food was basic, as was her coffee machine. She had exactly everything she needed in her utensil drawers, but nothing over what she needed herself. I admired things like that in people, especially in the kind of world we were in.
