“Does that include me?” I ask with a grin.
“No, I think I’ll keep you,” he teases. “I could use another wallet. What is that saying? It puts the lotion...”
“Ass,” I laugh.
“Come on, future fabric,” he says as he smacks my ass, making me giggle. Cole pulls me down the hallway and into a huge bedroom.
There is a king-sized bed to one side, a small sitting area next to the door of a walk-in closet to the left, and what looks to be a bathroom straight ahead. It is decorated minimally but still has a very cozy feel.
“Whoa,” I say. “This bedroom is as big as my entire home.” I turn around from shutting the door and Cole slowly walks toward me until my back is pressed against the door.
“Last chance, Riley,” he says as he plants his hand beside my head and leans into me. He towers over me and that should be intimidating, but it’s not. I should want nothing to do with the president of a biker group or my boss, but I want this man to do depraved things to me.
My heart is palpitating, and my body is suddenly overheating as he dips his head and softly kisses a sensitive spot just below my ear. I sigh as a calm washes over me. Each soft kiss is like a different level of heaven as it forces butterflies into my belly. I quickly grow impatient when he slides his hands up my shirt to grip my waist. I press my body against him, and he immediately leans down and grabs the backs of my thighs so he can pick me up. I wrap my legs around him as he turns and walks me to the edge of the mattress. As he sits me down, he pulls the shirt off of me before taking a step back. When he frees his cock from the confines of his gym shorts, my mouth falls open in shock. Not only does he have the biggestdick I have ever seen, but he’s also pierced. He has God knows how many barbells that make up a Jacob’s Ladder.
“Welp… I’m going to die,” I say as I lie back on the bed.
“Nervous, little canary?” he asks as he moves onto the bed to settle between my legs.
“Remember how I said I wasn’t scared of you?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” he says with a smirk as he leans down to draw my nipple into his mouth.
“I think I'd like to change my answer,” I groan and arch my back.
“Good,” he says with a nefarious grin before kissing me. I melt under his kiss, and he gives me no time to process before slamming himself balls deep. I break our kiss and inhale sharply with a squeak. I instinctively hit his arm repeatedly as he pounds into me. I am arched dramatically with my head tipped backward as I beg him to have mercy on me. “No, no, no. Please. Too much,” I groan. “Fuck. Oh God, please. Slow down.”
“Safe word, Riley,” he grunts. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. “Please, I just need to adjust,” I beg. He still pushes just as deep, but he slows his pace just enough that I can breathe again. I wrap my arms around him, and he rolls and pulls me on top of him. This pushes him deeper, but I get to control the pace. He has his arms banded tightly around me and I have my face buried in his chest as I grind my hips against his.
His moans are addictive. The faster I move the more he moans. There is so much pressure built up inside of me that I can hardly function. I have picked up the pace as much as I can but it’snot enough. “More,” I whimper. “I wanna come. Please make me come.”
Cole sets an unrelenting pace that matches my movements perfectly. My body is shaking as he holds me close and fucks me hard and fast. Each time he bottoms out I whimper, and his moans harmonize perfectly.
“Fuck, Riley,” he groans and pushes deep. I can feel him pulsate inside me as he comes.
When the waves subside, I stay where I am. He is still buried inside of me, but we are both too out of breath to move. Our skin is damp with sweat and my muscles refuse to respond. After a while, Cole kisses me softly before rolling so that we are lying side by side facing each other.
“I’m so tired,” I mumble with my eyes closed.
“Give me just a second and I’ll let you rest,” he says before kissing me softly. Cole gets up and is gone for a minute but when he comes back, he cleans me. Once he is back in bed, lying beside me, I fall asleep snuggled up to him.
One Week Later
One week ago, Cole Wilson damn near fucked the life out of me. When I woke the next morning still wrapped in his arms, Ipanicked. He wasn’t awake yet, so I slipped out of bed and got dressed. I left him a note that read “Thanks for the tip” and listed my number. I knew skipping out like that ran the risk of him not texting me at all, but I had to protect my mental health at that moment. I had to process what I had done. I didn’t regret it, but that wasn’t the type of thing that I did.
The entire drive home I was kicking myself for not waking him up and saying goodbye. I was so afraid I had ruined my chances of something real coming from that, but I already had a text from him by the time I pulled into my driveway.
He told me he had a wonderful time, and he hopes I enjoyed my “tip.” I texted back and started apologizing for running away but he simply said that I had nothing to apologize for and that he understood that neither of us meant to fall asleep, so it was likely shocking to wake up eight hours later in an unfamiliar home. From there, we have been texting all week. We talk on the phone at night when I am driving home from work.
I talked to Shelby and Alice about Cole wanting to talk to them and they agreed, so I gave them his phone number. The very next day Finn took over until they could find a new manager. I get actual breaks now. Finn changed the schedule and gave me another day off and took me from ninety-six hours a week to fifty with a significant pay raise. Everyone got raises, actually. I’m not sure what they did to Carl, but I don't really care. He was a piece of shit.
I step outside and light my cigarette as my phone dings to tell me I have a text.
Cole: I need to see you again...
Me: Is that an invitation or a statement?