I fucked her over and over, the pleasure, my need for her, so fucking intense, I didn’t want it to end.
But, as I fingered her clit, giving it a couple of gentle brushes, and her pussy clenched hard around my shaft, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I’d been right the first time. This was gonna be intense, rough, and fast.
She proved my point with my next thrust, as she clamped down around me so damned hard and threw her head back, her orgasm ripping through her. I claimed her mouth, swallowing her screams, grunting, my thrusts moving to slow and deep as she took me with her.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasped at her ear, resting my head on her shoulder while I came down from it all. “I’ve got you, Tasha. You know that? Beyond a doubt, yeah?”
She craned her neck to look at me, a sweet smile lighting up her face. “Yeah, I know. And I love you for it, for everything.”
A sense of peace washed over me and I stroked her hair, telling her, “I love you too.”
9
~Cole~
“SO, THE CLUB SORTED IT? There weren’t any repercussions?” I asked down the line, my phone pressed tight to my ear in my uncontainable urgency.
I’d been on edge for the last couple of days, waiting to see how things played out. It was under my skin, big time. My job, something that I took a hell of a lot of pride in, was to protect the club at all costs. Yet, with this fucked-up situation, I’d had to stand by and let a breach happen. I’d been completely useless, not only because I was miles away, but because Nik had me over a barrel. If I’d tried to stop it, shit would’ve come back on me, Slade, and the club as a whole, ten times over.
“It’s taken care of,” Slade confirmed down the line. “If I hadn’t received that heads up from you and Natasha, it woulda been a real different story, though. We gotta sort this and take care of Nik before he pulls any more shit like this.”
“I know,” I ground out.
“Ain’t blaming you, Cole. Baranov needed putting down. Don’t regret authorizing that. Only thing I’m regretting is not taking Nik out way sooner all to try to avoid a goddamn war.” He growled low in his throat. “Now a fucking war’s here anyway. Motherfucking piece of shit.”
“What do you need from me?”
“Just get back here and make sure she comes with you. Told the boys you’re bringing her in for interrogation ‘bout the job. Once she’s here, I’ll lay out the real deal to ‘em all. Better having her here first, cuz the boys ain’t gonna trust shit when it comes to her and Nik ‘til it’s right in their face. Rumors ain’t gonna be believed.”
“The second I bring her across the border, Nik will go absolutely apeshit.”
“We’re gonna have you covered. Just get your ass back here. She’s under club protection ‘til the mission’s done, all right? You ain’t gotta worry.”
“Yeah, okay. We’re heading out in ten.”
“Good.”
We hung up and I drew in a breath as I tried to keep my cool.
You ain’t gotta worry. Bullshit. That was all there fucking well was to do right now. The whole situation had grown more complicated by the goddamn day. There were so many balls in the air, so much that couldn’t be guaranteed and controlled, that I was losing my fucking mind over it. I couldn’t stand not having total control and this was so far from that.
There were just way too many unknowns.
Way too many risk factors.
Way too many unstable elements.
Nik’s psychotic and unpredictable nature, especially when it came to his long-term obsession with Natasha, meant we had no idea how he’d react.
Whether Slade would remain levelheaded or lose it and give in to his long-term mission of retribution against Nik and unleash, breaking from our planned strategy.
Whether the club would accept Natasha once Slade laid out the plan to them.
Whether Natasha would stand firm and go ahead with the whole thing.
And then there was me. Would I be able to stomach sending my pregnant woman into the fray when the time actually came?
“Cole?”
I turned at the sound of Natasha’s voice.
Jesus Christ.
I had to do a double take as my gaze landed on her.
“Shit,” I choked out. “You know we need to keep a low profile, right?”
She shrugged innocently. “You told me to wear leathers. These are all I have. I thought you knew that.”
“With everything that’s been happening, I guess I forgot.” Damn, it really spoke to how fucked-up things were that I’d forgotten this outfit of hers. She was decked out head-to-toe in skintight leather that showed off every single curve her smoking hot body had to offer. If that wasn’t enough to attract attention, the thing was neon-pink.
“I can change. I mean, we don’t have time to get more leathers. The shop is way across the other side of the city, but I can put on jeans, or something.”
I grasped her arm as she turned to go. “No. We’re riding fast and hard all the way back to the clubhouse. You need the protection of the leathers.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile, stroking my hand on her arm.
I watched her step back and look down at herself with a frown. “What’s wrong?”
Her hand dropped to her belly. “It won’t be long before I can’t wear things like this. I’m already six weeks along. I’m going to start showing really soon.”
I stepped into her and slid my arms around her waist. “I can’t wait.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling her closer. “Seeing our baby growing inside you… it’s going to be incredible.”
“You’re so happy about it.”
“You didn’t think I would be? Is that why you waited to tell me?”
“I didn’t want to complicate things for you.” She cast her
