And then he was on me.
His alluring gray eyes blazed with lust as he started undoing my jeans, then pulling them down my legs. He tossed them off the bed and covered my body with his, caging me in.
“Natasha,” he breathed.
He took my mouth before I had a chance to get out another word.
Intense, deep and long.
It was unlike any kiss we’d ever shared before. More intimate, so much emotion and meaning in it. It was far beyond animal need, the usual for us.
It was everything.
My body lit up, all my nerve endings sparking out of control the second he delved his hand into my panties and cupped my drenched pussy. I threw my head back, inadvertently breaking our kiss, a feral cry escaping me.
His mouth on my neck had me writhing. Lips and tongue traced a path down my clavicle, then teased each of my breasts in turn. His finger slid inside me, making me buck.
A growl tore from him and then he pushed my panties to the side and he was in me with one swift thrust. I cried out in bliss, grabbing at his biceps as he drove deep, filling me with his breathtaking girth.
He let my left breast fall from his mouth and lifted his head.
His eyes delved deep into mine. “I love you.”
Oh my God. “I love you,” I choked out, emotion overtaking me at his confession, one that we’d both always stayed away from because of the hopelessness of our circumstances.
I grasped his shoulders and he came with me, covering me, as he started to thrust deep and erotically slow. He moaned out as I rocked with him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his back, breathing him in, feeling every part of him.
We were doing something we’d never done.
Making love.
I lost myself in the moment, in the glorious sensations, in him.
My orgasm slammed into me so suddenly, so intensely, that I could barely cry out, my body convulsing and ecstasy tearing through me.
Cole buried his face in my neck. A roar tore from him as he followed me over the edge.
“Mine,” he rasped. “Fucking mine.”
5
~Cole~
“SO, YOU GOT NOTHING? That what you’re telling me?” Slade Mitchell barked down the line.
I kept a close eye on Tasha through the diner windows as I stood talking on my cell in the parking lot. I leaned against my bike as I took a harsh drag from my smoke.
Talk about being stuck between a rock and a goddamn hard place.
Once again, I was caught between two worlds. Needing to be with Tasha and needing to come through for the club.
“I’m working on it, Prez.”
“You been down there for a fucking week now.”
“I’m well aware,” I bit back. “But—”
“But, what? You fell into her pussy as soon as you got down there and couldn’t find your way out ‘til now?”
“I ran into some complications I need to deal with first.”
“She in trouble? Trouble that’s gonna bring us trouble if we do this thing? That what you’re telling me?”
“I’ve got it handled.”
“That ain’t no answer.”
I couldn’t tell him she was pregnant with my kid. Not yet. The club would just see it as goddamn headache. Because of what she’d done they wouldn’t respect her or accept her as my Old Lady. The only way that could happen now was if she cooperated big time with Slade.
The problem was, a part of me didn’t want her to. The only reason I’d agreed to it in the first place was because of the chance it gave us, the door it opened for us to really be together finally. She would be a hero to the club if everything went to plan. But it wasn’t without danger. And now, with her carrying my kid, it changed things.
For now, I’d see how things panned out. But if the risk became too much, I had to be prepared to make a choice, the choice I’d never wanted to make. As much as I loved the club, I couldn’t turn my back on my chance to have what I’d wanted for so long.
Her and the baby had to come first.
Fuck. I’d have to walk away from the Steel Titans.
“Cole!” he pressed.
“You sent me down here because you trusted me to handle her my way. I’m telling you that I’m handling it. So, do you still trust me with this, or not?”
There was a brief pause on his end, before he finally muttered, “Fine. Just keep me posted. Check in every fucking day this time. Got it?”
“Yeah, Prez.”
We hung up and I slumped against my bike as I finished up my smoke.
I needed a fucking minute.
It’d been a few days since Tasha had laid the major news on me. To say it was a lot to wrap my head around was an understatement. I was still trying to move from shock to acceptance. I knew she was in the same boat. More than even that, she was scared.
But she wasn’t alone and she wouldn’t ever be again.
I’d made that clear with what we’d spent the last few days doing.
Shutting down all of her business endeavors.
To call them illegitimate operations was a real nice way of putting it. She called herself a facilitator. The woman had contacts far and wide, a massive far-reaching network she’d spent years building. Basically, she moved dangerous, high-risk goods on the black market. She was the person who was called in when something tricky needed moving. She was known via her alias, Nightshade, as the go-to person who could move anything to anywhere on the down-low. It was how she and Nik had first met. She’d moved some hardcore drug shipments for him. He’d been so impressed with what she could do that fascination had quickly evolved into some sick desire for her. Meeting me was the only thing that’d pulled her out of it and away from him. Just in time,
