Page 36 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
Because I wanted to knock him off his fucking feet when he saw me.
Seventeen
Cole
To be fair, I wasn’t sure what I expected. Well, that was a lie. I knew exactly what I expected. What I expected was to ride over to Molly’s place, pick her up outside, and whisk her away to another fun evening where I got to lay with her in my arms by the end of the night and wake up to her smiling face in the morning.
But that wasn’t remotely what I got.
What I got instead was a jaw scraping across cement as I eased my bike into its proper space. What I got instead was a woman in at least five-inch heels with her hand on her hip and her other hand clutching a small purse that sparkled in the light the sky afforded us. What I got was a beautifully curvy vixen clad in a strapless red dress that barely brushed against her knees.
What I got was a mouth full of Santa Cruz breeze as I watched Molly saunter my way in the sexiest outfit I’d ever had a woman don for simple old me.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured.
She giggled. “Not too much?”
I shook my head slowly. “Get the fuck on this bike before we don’t make it out of here.”
The way she winked at me stiffened my cock against my jeans before her free hand rushed up my arm. She gripped my shoulder and leaned into my ear, her lips brushing softly against the shell of my ear. I had no idea what it felt like to be seduced, especially since I was usually the one sweet-talking women out of their clothes.
But when she whispered against my ear, I knew what it meant to quiver in my knees for a woman.
“Let’s make this quick, shall we? I’ve got a mattress that’s growing cold without us.”
She tossed her leg over my bike like she’d been riding the damn thing for years, and as I shifted my cock around through my jeans as best as I could, she clung to me as she climbed on. Her arms slithering around my waist made me growl as I struck up my engine, and I couldn’t pull out of that apartment complex quickly enough.
But that didn’t remotely stop the surprises that kept coming for the entire evening.
As we rode around with the wind whipping through our hair, her grip around my waist got tighter. It was as if I were her last pillar of energy and she was attempting to suck the life-force right out of me. And I didn’t hate it one bit. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t concentrated on what was to come, nor was I thinking about work. I simply existed in this world where the only three things happening were the fact that my bike rumbled between my legs, the wind whipped through my tendrils, and a woman that had stolen my heart clutched me as tightly as she could so I wouldn’t go anywhere.
Which was exactly why we arrived at my house before I took her for food.
“What are we doing here?” Molly asked.
I practically leapt off my bike and scooped her into my arms. “You’ll see.”
She squealed. “Cole! What in the wor—”
I burst through my front door. “You didn't think you’d be able to tease me and get away with it, right?”
I used her back to close the front door before I reached down and locked it. Our eyes held each other as I rolled my hips against her, my cock hardening with every move. The heat of her pussy bombarded me from between her legs as she slid her hands through my hair. Her clutch fell to the floor beside us as she shoved my leather jacket off my shoulders, and the second our lips connected nothing else mattered.
None of our plans—or the need for food, or even the guys—mattered.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
I unbuckled my pants enough to shove them down to my knees, and the second my cock sprung free it leaked with need for her. I pushed her dress up, listening to her gasp and moan and beg for me as I pulled her panties off to the side. And after I captured her lips in a searing kiss, her other set of lips engulfed my cock.
As I slid deep inside of her warm, wet depths.
I’m home.
That was what it felt like every time I sank my body against hers. It felt like coming home, and I never wanted it to stop. I pounded against her, our lungs breathing the air we afforded each other as pictures started falling off the walls around us. Glass shattered as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the spaces between us. The walls rumbled and clattered with every furious movement as Molly clawed at my clothed back. I sucked her lower lip between my teeth. I nibbled against the pulse point of her neck. I marked her in every way I could as my balls pulled into my body, in tandem with her pussy fluttering around my girth.
