Catching Cole

Chapter Ten

SADIE

The cafe buzzed with the energy of people on the move - people who had an inkling of purpose. I stared at my laptop screen for the umpteeth time, trying to find the will to concentrate on this damn project. I was storyboarding for a guy’s youtube channel. If I were being completely honest, I’d tell you that his channel was a load of garbage with minimal views. But, everything I had recommended up to date had been shut down, and I had been emphatically told that as a creative my job was to storyboard and not strategize. Sure thing buddy. So here I sat, churning out soul sucking work that went against all my principles. 

I had spoken to my dad this morning as well. Conversations with him always threw me off, it’s like he could hear past the bullshit I was feeding to the world. He didn’t ask any intrinsically invasive questions, it was like he simply knew what I wasn’t saying. How was work? Did I need money? Was I still happy in Luxembourg? Did I want to come home? How was Chicago? 

And he oh-so-subtly, slipped in that he had spoken to Axel and had heard that Cole was an investor on my new project. And - did I know who Cole was? 

“Yes Dad, I know he’s a biker.” He huffed out, annoyed to be having this conversation. The last thing I needed was him to remind me about Cole. And worse still, I didn’t want my dad to know that I’d spent the weekend with him in all the ways a good girl shouldn’t. 

“Okay, okay,” he laughed down the line, “I’m just making sure that you know, because I’m pretty sure your stance was clear that you’re ‘done with us bikers”. 

I softened, “You’re not like them dad, so don’t say things like that.” 

“But that’s just it baby girl, not all of us are like Billie.” 

“Dad,” I warned. 

“I’m just saying that there’s a reason I joined them in the first place. They’re not all bad. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not all good either, but when done right, a club can be a good place.”

I groaned, “Is Axel pestering you to get me to come and visit him?”

“You know he’s finally been patched in.” 

“There is NOTHING between me and Axel Dad,” I emphasized for the umpteeth time. 

“I know baby, but he’s still family.” 

That was my dad’s view on the matter. Axel, Layla and uncle Joe would always be family. 

“Fine,” I grumbled. “I have to go see a client in London anyway, so I’ll make a stop and see Axel.” 

His booming laughter left me feeling lighter, “How difficult was that for you?” 

“Goodbye dad,” I cut him off and hung up the phone smiling. 

The only problem was that after the conversation with my dad, my thoughts continually strayed towards Cole and my own raging libido. I was a boiling pot of emotions, meaning that my work output was sitting at a solid zero. 

“There you are!” Vivienne sat opposite me in a flourish. Her hair clipped up in a messy bun. She wore low rise joggers and a cropped sweat shirt that showed a hint of her tattooed rib cage, running down her stomach. 

“The one and only,” I lifted my coffee mug in salute. 

She flipped her laptop open, and waved Cherie over for her usual cup of tea. 

“How was Chicago?” she asked. We often worked side by side in the coffee shop. Mostly to keep each other company and for a slight change from our work spaces at home. 

I grumbled a non-committal response as I stared at my screen wondering how I could provide some sort of spice to this youtube channel whilst still following the ‘don’t-think-outside-the-box’ brief. 

“You did it!” She exclaimed. 

I looked up at her, and watched her golden eyes light up with excitement. 

“Did what?” I asked 

“You FINALLY got laid!” 

I grimaced. How the hell did she know? 

“Erm… Kind of.” 

“You have the ‘I’ve just  spent a weekend having amazing s*x’ look on you face, plus, you’re pining.” 

“What?” I exclaimed, “I am NOT pining.” 

“Totally pining,” she sipped her tea. “So who is he.” 

The girl was relentless. I put my laptop to one side - I mean, who was I kidding - I wasn’t getting any work done anyway, and told Vivienne how my one night stand of great s*x ended up being the investor on the project, and how we had agreed to extend our fling for the duration of the project. 

“Fan-f*****g-Tastic,” she was giddy with excitement. 

I stared at her, while she continued. 

“What?” she asked defensively, “There’s nothing better than having a FANTASTIC one night stand, to only get to extend the relationship. I mean imagine he was s**t in the bedroom and you had to face him at work knowing he didn’t perform - that would be awkward. But this? This is great news. You get the best of both worlds. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous.” 

I laughed. Trust Vivienne to put things into perspective. 

We spent the rest of the morning planning our trip to Switzerland, whilst knocking out some work. I finished my clients work - even if I did think his ideas were crap. 

I kicked my boots off as I walked through the door of my apartment. Gnawing on my lip, I knew I needed to call Axel and arrange a visit. I also needed to tell Cole I was coming to England. That part gave me pause. I didn’t want him to think I was coming to England for him, but I also couldn’t go to England and not tell him. I mean under our exclusivity arrangement I would have to tell him. At that moment I also realised that I wanted to tell him. I actually wanted to see him, and that thought terrified me. 

I called my London based client and arranged for me to visit them on Monday. It was less than a week away. I got so caught up with admin, and replying to emails and examining proposals that I figured I’d call Axel in the morning and tell him I was coming to celebrate the fact that he got patched in. 

By 11pm I was still hunched over my table, scrutinizing a proposal before sending it off. The time differences for some of my clients were sometimes a drag, but for the most part I loved the flexibility of this life. 

C: What you doing?  

My phone vibrated with a message from Cole. I hadn’t spoken to him since the hotel room two days ago. 

I stared at the phone nervously. What were the rules here? Was I supposed to wait a few hours before replying? Shrugging off my insecurities, I picked up my phone and replied. 

S: Re-reading the same sentence in a proposal I’m sending, trying to make sure I don’t get screwed. 

I hit send. s**t. That wasn’t seen remotely sexy, and kind of bordered on stuff I’d tell a boyfriend. I was no good at the rules of this fling we were in. 

C: Who’s the client? 

His reply came in fast. 

S:Some Australian Company. What are you doing? 

C: Sitting at a bar thinking about what a wildcat you are between the sheets. 

My stomach pooled with heat as I reread his message. Before I could reply, a second message came through. 

C: Australian business can be tricky. Make sure you have loopholes so that you can walk away if you need to. 

S: Firstly, I only gave as good as I got :-) and secondly - thank you. 

I stared at my screen. It was actually good advice. 

C: No sweetheart. You're a wildcat and it was refreshing as f**k. 

Before I could even finish reading the message a second one came through. 

C: I need to see you again. Soon. 

I laughed, sitting under the dim lighting of my kitchen and typed out a quick response. 

S: Exclusivity chaffing a bit?  

It wasn’t even a full minute before hitting send that my phone was vibrating with a call from Cole himself. 

I answered, laughing, “It’s been a whole three days of this exclusivity thing.” 

“Hello Sadie,” he greeted, reminding me of my manners. 

I heard the sounds of a bar in the background, and gulped, he actually sounded a bit serious. Hearing his voice reminded me of how dominant he was in the bedroom. 

“Hi Cole.” 

“Now, let’s get one thing straightened out,” he spoke with such seriousness that I straightened in my chair as an automatic response. 

“The only woman I want right now is you. So this exclusivity label that we’re running with right now, isn’t f*****g chaffing, I just want to see you.” 

I had offended him. Which told me what I needed to know. I was no good at attachments. Even a half assed one like this. 

Clearing my throat, I tried to change the subject, “What are you doing?” I asked. 

He allowed it. “Talking to you.” I could hear him smiling through the phone. 

“Don’t be a smart ass.” I could hear him moving through the line, and suddenly the faint sound of wind blowing through my speaker was just audible. 

“Are you outside?” I demanded. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I wanted some privacy while talking to my girl.” 

My. Girl. Those two words engulfed me in a warmth I didn’t know that I was missing. I shrugged the feeling down, and asked, “yeah, but isn’t it FREEZING outside?” 

“We’re in spring.” 

“You’re in England, I’m not sure spring makes a difference.” 

“Touche Miss Priest, Touche.” 

I laughed, and we kind of sat there for a moment in companionable silence. He was funny and could put me at ease with a couple of words. I sighed aloud and mentally acknowledged that when this ended, I might not be the same. 

“I miss you,” he said matter of factly. I kept quiet, not really knowing what to say. 

He chuckled and spoke with confidence, “I know you miss me to Sadie. Even if you won’t say it.”

“You sound pretty confident in yourself,” I laughed. 

“You forget,” his voice took on a sensual edge, “I know how to make you come, and f**k if I don’t love watching it.” 

Just like that my core heated and my breathing quickened. How could one man turn me on with a sentence? I needed to get a grip. 

“What are you wearing?” he purred down the line, clearly hearing the change in my breathing. 

“Pyjamas,” I responded, trying to sound cocky, but the husky tone in my voice gave me away. 

I heard someone call him in the background. 

“I have to go,” he spoke seriously, “But the next time I see you there will be no pyjamas in our setting,” he joked, “And I am being serious, I want to see you soon.” 

As he hung up I realised that that last part was more of a demand than a request. Every part of me screamed that I should be annoyed, but my hardened n*****s told me that my body was delighted. 

As the light streamed through my bedroom window, I knew that I needed to call Axel and give him a heads-up that I was coming to celebrate with him. I would also need to tell Cole that I’d be in London for a day. 

I sat up in bed, grabbed my phone and quickly dialled Axel before I lost my nerve. 

“Why,” he groaned down the line, “are you calling me so early?” 

I laughed, “Good morning Axel.” 

“Sadie, seriously, it’s not even 8am. What, The. Fuck.” 

“What can I say, I’m an early riser.” 

The truth was that my dreams were chased with Cole, and when I woke this morning I was achy and needy, and there was just no chance I’d be going back to sleep in that state. 

Axel grumbled something intelligible, but I’m fairly certain I heard the words ‘crazy’ and ‘woman’ thrown around there. 

“Relax,” I breathed, “You can go  back to sleep in five minutes. I just called to tell you that I’m coming to see you on Monday.” 

“What?” 

“Yes, yes. We need to celebrate that you FINALLY earned your patch.” I spoke matter of factly. I heard a garbled sound. Was he coughing or choking?

“You know,” I continued, “It would have been so much easier to arrange if I had heard it from you and not my father,” I emphasized. 

“s**t Sadie, sorry.” 

“Fine, fine,” I waved him off, “So I’m coming to celebrate with you on Monday and you can show me your new club.” 

He was quiet for a minute before he spoke, “Sadie, you sure?” 

I knew why he was asking. Me being back in a clubhouse was a big deal, but my dad was right, Axel was family. I owed him this. 

“Yeah Axel, although I have to fly back to Luxembourg on Monday night, so it will be a short visit.” 

And then I heard it, a woman’s voice in the background. 

“Jesus Axel, is there a girl in your bed right now?” 

“Sadie, you called me at the crack of dawn - what did you expect.”

“Ew, Okay, I’m hanging up now and thinking about dead puppies or some shit.” 

I disconnected quickly. I honestly viewed Axel like a brother, so I really didn’t need to be hearing what he was up to. I stared at my phone for a minute longer and finally bit the bullet and messaged Cole. I didn’t actually want to be messaging him so soon, but I also didn’t want him finding out that I was visiting London from Axel or someone else. 

S: Got something to tell you. 

I hit send. Within a minute Cole had replied. Did the man not sleep? I knew from personal experience that he could function with minimal sleep, but that was when s*x was involved. I wasn’t sure what to make of this. 

C: A good something or a bad something? 

S: A good something - I think. I’m in London for the day on Monday. 

I put it out there. Let the cards fall where they may. 

My phone vibrated with Cole’s phone call. 

“Hi,” I answered smoothly. 

“How long are you going to be in London for?” he crooned down the line. 

“Just the day.” 

“I have something that I can’t get out of on Monday, but if you extended your stay a bit longer…” He left the sentence hanging. 

Laughing I said, “I’d love to, but I have to get back here for some more work stuff.” 

“I understand,” he grumbled. 

Changing the subject, I asked, “How are you not asleep?”

“I just got into bed. Had an all nighter I needed to pull.” 

I bit my lip at the thought of Cole in bed. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“I’m in bed talking to you.” My voice took on a sensual tone that I almost didn’t recognize. 

He kept quiet, and I could hear his breathing pick up speed. 

“Cole?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m not wearing any panties.” 

“Sadie,” he groaned, “you’re killing me here.” 

“So play with me then.” Who was this woman and how was I being so confident? I didn’t know, but I loved the power I had over Cole.  My phone beeped, and as I turned the screen I saw that he was opting to facetime me rather. Game On. 

I accepted and turned the screen to face me. 

“Hi” I smiled. 

I could see his bare chest as he sat back against his pillows. He looked good. He was sporting some stubble, which I knew would feel amazing against my thighs. 

“Show me,” he ground out. 

In a fluid movement, I lifted off my t-shirt and lay completely naked against the bed. Raising the phone above me, I allowed Cole to see my body inch by inch, as the phone sailed down my body and in between my legs. Bringing it back up to my face, I bit down on my lip. 

Cole’s expression looked pained. “Jesus woman. You can’t just send me a message telling me you’re coming here on Monday, and when I tell you I’ve got s**t planned on Monday you show me that.” 

I giggled. “Then make yourself available on Monday,” I challenged. As I spoke, out of eyesight of the phone camera, I slid my fingers between my folds and into my core. I gasped out at the feel of my hands on myself with Cole watching.

He narrowed his eyes and groaned, “What are you doing?” 

Instead of answering him, I slid the phone further down and allowed him to watch as I worked myself up to a climax. 

“f**k Sadie,” I heard him swear as his name left my lips in a wave of ecstacy. 

Bringing the phone back up towards my face, I knew that I looked sated and flush. Cole looked strained. “If I can’t reshuffle things around for Monday then I’m coming to Luxembourg to see you.” 

I think he was waiting for an argument, and instead I simply said, “Okay.” 

“Good,” he grunted. “But until then, we need to do more of this facetime s**t, because that, that was f*****g spectacular.” 

“Nah ah.” I shook my head. “You don’t get to see anymore until I see you.” 

“You want to see me come?” he asked in disbelief. 

He whipped the sheet off of himself, giving me a clear view of his hard c**k. It was big. Seeing it on display, in all its glory made me remember how my p***y had to stretch to accommodate him. 

He started working his hand up and down on himself. I sat up on my knees and started playing with my n*****s in response. I knew seeing my display would help him get off, and so I slid my legs further apart and slid my fingers into myself once more. Seeing Cole in all his glory was turning me on again, and if I worked myself just right I might even get another orgasm out of this. 

I watched as Cole’s breathing became more strained. Deciding that yes, actually another orgasm while watching Cole is exactly what I needed, Ieant over to my side table and grabbed my vibrator. 

Cole watched me as I positioned it below and slid the vibrator inside me. I had thought about Cole the whole night, and so as I worked myself on the Vibrator, eventually switching it on, I cried out “Oh God, Cole!” as I shattered apart under Cole’s gaze. Soon the pumping of his hands became faster, and white c*m covered his chest and stomach. 

He threw his head  back against the pillows and spoke, “Definitely more facetime.”  

I couldn’t help but laugh. I like Cole. And now that I knew he was busy on Monday, I knew that there was no chance of me running into him at the club. He was more business than biker anyway, and if I was honest, I liked that.