Page 37 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
“Cole. Fuck. Yes. I’m so close. Don’t stop, please.”
I came up for air and whispered against her lips. “I won’t ever stop. Never.”
We unraveled against one another, our bodies tossing themselves over the edge as we clung to each other. Her head fell against the door as her body went limp against my own, her pussy milking my dick as I shivered against her. I buried my face against the warm crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and committing every single part of her to memory.
Because nothing ever turned out the way we might hope.
“God, I’m hungry,” Molly said breathlessly.
I chuckled as I pulled my cock from between her legs. “You still up for going out. Or do you want to order in?”
She giggled. “I suppose that depends on what delivers out here to you.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “There’s Chinese.”
She captured my lips. “Mmmm, maybe not tonight.”
I kissed her cheek. “There’s also pizza.”
She nuzzled her nose against mine. “Maybe some other time.”
I kissed her forehead. “There’s also a Mexican place about five minutes down the road that delivers here. And their tacos are amazing.”
She hummed with satisfaction. “Mmmm, tacos. I could go for some tacos right now.”
I chuckled. “Then, it’s settled. But first? A shower.”
She sighed. “Well, as much as I’d love to do something like that, I am on a schedule tonight.”
I furrowed my brow. “Why?”
She swatted at me before I set her back down onto her feet. “Why do you think? I took today off from work to spend with you, but I have to be at the children’s house bright and early in the morning to work. That’s why.”
I sighed playfully. “Fiiiiine. But if we’re skipping straight to eating? We’re doing it in bed, and naked. There’s a reason why I have a television in my room, you know.”
She blinked. “You have a television in your room?”
I barked with laughter. “Come on, you crazy thing, you.”
The evening was as spectacular as any other sort of date I’d ever been on with a woman, and we didn’t even have to go anywhere. I got our food ordered and Molly found a marathon of crime television shows on my cable box, and I found myself oddly intrigued. We cuddled naked and fed each other tacos as we accused people in pseudo-documentaries of being murderers and kidnappers.
But once the food was gone, it was time for us to get dressed and for me to take her home.
“You sure you don’t wanna pack a bag and just head out for work from my place in the morning? It really won’t be an issue,” I said.
Molly climbed onto the back of my bike. “As wonderful as that sounds, you know I’d never make it to work if I stayed. I have no self-control when it comes to you.”
I grinned. “At least I’m not the only one.”
And like I said, sometimes things never do pan out the way someone expects.
As I struck up my bike and pulled out of my driveway, it didn’t take me long to notice someone tailing us. As a member of the Dirty Misfits, one of the first things I learned underneath Hyde’s instruction was to know when I was being tailed. There were signs to watch for, like a car or a truck that kept reappearing whenever you turn corners. Or someone in a vehicle who kept pulling up to you and looking over. Or someone who followed you turn-for-turn, eventually going away and then coming back with a vengeance.
Ours was the latter.
And it didn’t take me long to pick out the black leather jacket the two people were clad in as they followed us around in some beat-up, rustbucket of a van.
Can they be anymore obvious?
“Where are you going?” Molly asked.
I took a sharp right and lost the van at the red light. “Just hang tight. I’m taking a slightly longer way since I can’t have you tonight. That all right?”
She giggled and nestled closely against my back. “That’s perfectly fine. You take whatever way you want.”
I was glad she agreed to the alternative pathway, because those fuckers found us a lot sooner than I would have wanted. I weaved in and out of alleyways, trying to lose that damn tail that clearly had motives beyond figuring out what I was doing.
I mean, I had a gorgeous woman on the back of my bike and they rode in a van.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the hell was going on.
She’s at risk if I stay with her.
I kicked it up a notch, heading for the highway so I could kick it into high gear. But the faster I drove to get away from that fucking van, the tighter she clung to me.
“Uh, Cole?” she asked, her voice cracking and wobbling.
