Catching Cole

Chapter Seven

As a group we decided to hit a local bar down the road for a game of pool and some pizza. None of us had seen Jeanette since the night before, so we all figured she was still with her boy toy. We agreed to get ready and meet up in the lobby in an hour or so, which left me with Cole to deal with. He was still being weird and a bit stand-offish, and if I was being honest I was kind of getting annoyed by it. And at the same time I was second guessing our whole arrangement. I mean Layla was gorgeous - maybe seeing us next to one another, he realised I simply didn't measure up to his biker standards? 

I shrugged those thoughts to the side as I marched to my room to get changed. When I stormed in Cole was already there. I wasn't even sure how he got in, I mean it was my room. 

He stalked towards me, pushing me so that my back was flush against the closed door. I rested his hands on either side of my head. We both stared at each other, and with this close proximity my breathing was quickening. I watched his chest heave faster in response, allowing the tension to build. I picked my bottom lip and watched his eyes track the movement. Angling my hips slightly forward in invitation, I opened myself up to him. There was something about this man that made me want all of him, in all ways conceivable. And that scared the s**t out of me. 

"I don't share." Cole's voice was gruff, and I couldn't tell if it was out of s****l frustration or warning. It took me a moment to truly absorb what he just said. 

"What now?" I asked. "I thought we agreed no strings". 

"We can agree to no strings, but while we're doing this, we're exclusive," he panted, his eyes begging me to understand. 

I started laughing, while Cole watched me intently. 

"You do realise that being exclusive goes both ways right?" I asked once I had my giggles under control. 

"You think me being exclusive is going to be a problem?" 

I pushed past his arm, spiralling down the s****l tension. "One thousand percent yes," I answered as I walked towards the bed. Sitting on the edge and finally facing him, I continued. "Working on this project means that we will maybe see each other once a month. MAYBE!" I emphasized. "Are you telling me that you're going to be satisfied only getting laid once a month when you're surrounded by club girls?" I asked exasperated. What he was demanding was ridiculous when we both knew he wouldn't be able to stick to it. 

He stalked towards the bed. 

"Firstly," he growled, "I don't dabble in club girls. And secondly," he was now right in front of me, "after hearing you moan my name God knows how many times, I think I'd be hard pressed to find someone who measures up, so to answer your question, yes I'll keep it in my pants", he paused dramatically, "except for you." 

The bed dipped as he sat next to me and grabbed my chin in his hand, turning my face to look at him. "Is being with me - even if it's only once a month - such a hardship for you?" 

Shit. Is that what he thought? That I was the one who wouldn't be able to stick to the exclusivity rule? I shook my head in response, needing to clear the air. 

"No!" I exclaimed. "I don't usually do casual flings". His bland expression spoke of not really buying what I was selling. "Seriously," I implored, "the last guy I slept with was eight months ago." 

For once Cole looked speechless, and finally he asked, "Pratt or Josh?" 

It hit me. He was jealous of Pratt and Josh. Layla was right. 

"We're just friends. Besides, after today I'm pretty sure they're fawning over Layla." 

He grunted in response and after a few short moments, he spoke. "We both travel a lot for work, so we would ultimately see each other more than once a month." 

I watched him and thought about what he was subtly proposing. 

"That sounds an awful lot like strings Cole," I spoke softly, hoping that he'd understand where I was coming from. 

"Look Sadie, there's bound to be some blurred lines, but we've got something here. My life is all kinds of complicated at the moment, so a relationship is off the table for me, but that doesn't mean I don't want to explore this some more." 

I breathed out in relief. 

"Okay." 

"Okay?" He asked, shocked that I wasn't fighting him more. 

"Yeah, okay. I mean my life is pretty complicated as well, so I don't do relationships, so what you're proposing sounds good actually". 

"Thank f**k," he said, his lips meeting mine. The kiss wasn't soft in nature. It was hard and demanding and spoke of ownership. For however long we chose to do this thing, Cole owned me, and I supposed he belonged to me in return. Before I could overthink what I had just agreed to, Cole was positioning himself between my legs, his stubble grazing my thigh. I looked at him unquestioningly as he spoke, "Got to remind you that we're doing more of this tonight." He untied my bikini bottoms and sucked upon my core. I lost track of time as I screamed his name as I came on his face, feeling both his tongue and fingers work me to oblivion.

As I came down from my orgasm I saw Cole watching me. "What?" I demanded. 

"I just love watching you come," he grinned. And in that moment I realised how charming and considerate Cole actually was. Despite everything I knew about him, he was a gentleman through and through, which made me think he wasn't too deeply involved with the Axel and the Club. 

We decided to shower separately, acknowledging that whilst showering together would certainly save water, we may not actually leave the hotel room, which would essentially blow our secret. As I slipped in my earrings I tried to think of anything other than the fact that Cole was naked behind the bathroom door. 

When he stepped into the room he was actually dressed. He looked at my outfit and gave a whoop of laughter. 

I was wearing a Motley Crue vest that showed some cleavage. It was a bit big so I tied a knot in the shirt so it sat just above my jeans. I left my hair down and wore red lips with dark eyeshadow. I knew I looked good. Not sophisticated, but good nonetheless. 

"I think I like you like this sweetheart," Cole drawled. 

Smiling, we headed towards an evening filled with pizza and pool. I was actually terrible at pool and in this moment, I didn't even care.