Cole: The Wounded Sons, Leah Sharelle [the reading list .TXT] 📗

Walking up my new path, absently smiling at the new flower beds and how well they were taking hold, I barely reached the first step before the front door was yanked open and Cole stood there dressed only in black jeans. Open at the waist, unbuttoned and unzipped, giving me a mouth-watering glimpse at the happy trail that started just above his belly button and disappeared into the place I liked to call my orgasmic happy place.

Cole’s dick was a masterful piece of anatomy and I loved it so.

“Eyes are up here, Temptress,” Cole said dryly. Narrowing my eyes, I travelled up his bare torso, taking my sweet arse time as I counted the ridges that made up his ridiculous chest. The large pecs that he loved me touching, his thick neck that I spent an enormous amount of time sucking on, and finally reaching his handsome, rugged face.

“Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm,” I hummed, barely managing to stop myself from rubbing my thighs together. “That is the perfect way to start mending a shitty last few hours.”

I meant it as a joke, to lighten the mood and to remove the scowl from Cole’s face.

It didn’t.

Cole watched me in that way that made you want to squirm and ask if you had food on your face. He looked defeated, ashamed, and pissed all at the same time.

Well, at least he is calling me Temptress! I assured myself that much had not changed.

Slipping the strap of my bag off my shoulder, I let it fall to the ground.

“Honey,” I sighed, perking up more, seeing his onyx orbs shining at hearing the endearment.

“I did not ask or want to get on the back of Doc’s bike. I was talking to your mum, and the subject of being a pillion passenger came up when Booth and Stella came into the main room saying they were going off for a ride.”

“Once I said yes, I have been on a bike as a passenger, your dad appeared out of nowhere and started organising for Doc to take me to the tattoo shop. It all happened so fast, in between panicking and my head spinning, he had it planned and set. Getting on the back didn’t occur that it was a bad thing if the man was not available,” I explained as calmly as I could manage with a heartbeat over one sixty beats per minute.

Cole looked down at his feet, his hands fisted on his sexy hips.

“I didn’t like it,” he murmured darkly.

“I picked that up, honey.” A small nervous laugh bubbling up from my throat.

“It’s not the done thing, your woman riding with another man, no matter who he is.”

“And now that I know that, it won’t happen again,” I readily agreed, happy only to be wrapped around Cole.

“That image, even though I didn’t stick around to see you getting on the bike, tormented me the whole time you were gone. Fucking hated that I could even conjure up something so fucked up,” Cole spat out, still not looking at me. “That I had no control to stop it happening.”

“I get that,” nodding at him, willing him to lift his head and give me his eyes.

“I know that I would be destroyed if another woman was to put her hands on you, let alone sit behind you,” I admitted, understanding dawning. It wasn’t that I went with Doc and he visualised it so much as it was the fact he had his hands tied because of our subterfuge.

“It was bullshit that Dad insisted on your going with Doc like he was testing me or some shit,” Cole muttered, and I couldn’t help wonder if he was onto something, or more to the point if Creed was onto us.

“You think he knows?”

Cole finally looked up at me, his face grim.

“Has he ever asked you to ride on the back of a member’s bike before today?”

“Never,” I confirmed immediately, “not even offered himself.”

“Well, that will never happen,” Cole scoffed, but there was no heat or judgement from him, just sadness.

“Dad’s first wife was killed when she was a pillion on the back of his bike. They got hit from behind, and she died pretty well instantly. They found out earlier that day they were expecting their first child. He hasn’t had a passenger since, not even Mum.”

“And that was your mum’s sister, right?” Cole’s surprised reaction to my knowledge of his aunt brought a soft smile to my lips. “Your mum explained a few things about your dad today. That part she didn’t get to, though.”

Running frustrated fingers through his hair, Cole let out a growl that had it been when his face was shoved deep between my legs would not have been so scary.

“This sneaking around is done, Oaklee. Today I should have been allowed to tell Doc and my dad to fuck off, that it would be me taking you. Had I claimed you, the old man would never have suggested another bloke ride with the woman I love,” he ranted, throwing his hands in the air. My mind, however, was stuck on that one joyous word.

Love.

Cole loves me, holy fucking shit.

“Instead,” he continued, completely oblivious that he totally just shook my world to the core. “I spent the afternoon visualising your arms around that cocksucker’s waist, your fucking glorious thighs around him and your—my pussy pressed into him.”

Smirking at his claim on my vagina, because let’s face it, the man worked it like he had a degree in orgasms, I let him go on but inside I was performing a fist bump to end all fist bumps.

“You can’t do that to me again, baby, Doc’s life depends on it.” Cole stopped, looking at me with a ‘well, what are you waiting for’ expression, one hand coming off his hip making a come-on motion.

“Are you going to tell me you love me or am I going to have to work for it?”

Making a show of thinking about it, I pursed my lips