Hardly anyone knew about the soft and sweet side to Cole. He believed it would be seen as a weakness to his club brothers and any potential enemies out there. He wanted his reputation to remain as the dangerous, no-holds-barred warrior of the Steel Titans MC. But, to me, it was something to be cherished. And I loved whenever he brought it out.
It was the part of him I’d missed for way too long.
I’d do whatever I had to do to hold onto it.
I wouldn’t let anything break us this time.
8
~Cole~
“WE’LL DO THEM IN THE MORNING,” I said, walking into the kitchen as Tasha was starting the dishes. I’d been on the phone with Slade after we’d finished dinner. I could tell by the furious way she was scrubbing one of the plates that it’d made her antsy. Having him call had also broken through our short-lived reverie. So, she was doing what she often did when she was stressed or upset—keeping busy.
“Is everything okay?” she asked tightly, her back still to me. “Did Slade—”
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. “It’s all good.” My hand delved into her hair, massaging her scalp in a soothing, sensual way that had little moans escaping her, her rigid stance softening. “Let’s not talk about any of it tonight. No business. Just us. The craziness is going to start soon enough. Let’s just enjoy the calm before the storm, Tasha. Let’s have tonight.”
“But, I—”
“I know. I know you’re worried. But I’ve always protected you and that’s not changing now. In fact, it’s gonna be way more intense, so you’d better ready yourself for it.”
A laugh escaped her.
“I trust you with my life, Cole. This time, though, the stakes are so much higher than what we’ve dealt with before.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll do what we’ve always done. Work the problem and come out on top. I’ve got you back with me now and there’s nothing in this world that’s going to fuck with that. I swear it to you.”
She nodded, then turned and kissed my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
She moaned out as I nuzzled the side of her neck.
I trailed my lips up to hers, kissing her hard.
All the life-altering revelations of the last few days, the stress, the rage, the fear for Tasha and our kid, rose up, taking me over. It came out in an explosion of passion all over Tasha.
I couldn’t fucking hold back.
As I kissed her hard and deep, she clung to me all desperate, her nails digging into my biceps, making it clear she needed the wild as much as I did right now.
Our lips clashed real roughly, our tongues tangling. I shoved her jacket off her shoulders, then opened her jeans and she gasped into my mouth when I slid my hand inside her panties and cupped her wet pussy. Jesus, she was soaked already. It worked me up even more and the next thing I knew, I was pulling her jeans down her legs.
“Kick,” I told her.
Panting, she kicked them off her feet, then jumped at me.
I caught her, grasping her ass and hauling her into my arms. She grabbed at my shoulders and rolled her hips, rubbing her wet pussy against my jean-clad cock.
Fuck.
“Damn, Tasha, this is gonna be rough and wild as fuck. You’ve got me too worked up, it can’t be any other way.”
She answered me by slamming her lips to mine and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I carried her to the ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom, kicking open the door.
As I reached over and turned on the shower, she pulled on my hair, frantically trying to bring me closer to her.
I felt her hand on my belt then. Pulling my mouth from hers, I stripped off my t-shirt and watched her opening my jeans. I’d never seen her work so quickly. Hot damn. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, forcing a groan from me, as she pulled it out and started jerking me off.
“Shower sex, huh?”
I’d been wanting to take a shower to wash off the day, all the talk of the shipment she’d been forced to put into place.
But dinner had been the first time we’d had together all day. Then that had been interrupted by Slade’s call. I didn’t want to be away from her again. Not with the uneasiness that just wouldn’t leave me because of all the bullshit ahead of us. I had to be with her right now. And I could tell she was feeling the same way.
So, fucking in the shower worked out well.
I grabbed her sweater and pulled it up over her head, just before I stepped into the shower with her in my arms.
“Cole! You’re still wearing your jeans!” she cried, eyeing them getting soaked as I stood with my back against the shower, shielding her from the brunt of the streaming, high-pressured water.
I wiggled my eyebrows, eyeing her pink panties. “And your panties are soaked, baby.” I cupped her silk-covered pussy, getting a breathy moan out of her. “In more ways than one.”
I hastily shucked off my jeans.
Her eyes burned into mine as she pulled her panties off. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Me neither,” I growled, grabbing her hips and spinning her around. She braced her hands on the tiled wall and arched her back, pushing her sexy-as-fuck ass up, displaying herself for me.
I took one hand off her hip and grasped the base of my cock, shifting my weight behind her.
Then I slammed into her, driving my cock deep.
She screamed out in pleasure, bucking wildly against the wall.
Her reaction just spurred me on and I fisted my hand in her hair, tugging as I fucked her tight little pussy hard and rough, just the way we both needed it right now.
“Yes! Yes, Cole!” she cried. “Oh God. Harder! More! Please!”
Yeah, that was what I wanted. Her beside herself, desperate and
