Catching Cole

Chapter Fourteen

Our time in Cannes was divided between work and bedroom activities. I didn’t really mingle with the team much outside of our work commitments, and when they went to the bar at night to drink and have a good time, I simply said that I had to catch up on my work for Hunter. Unsurprisingly, no one really commented on Cole’s presence - or lack thereof. And so we found our rhythm where we both worked during the day (I didn’t ask Cole what he got up in the day, and Cole didn’t tell me) and spent our nights entwined in one another, panting and screaming one another's names. 

It was utterly domestic, and when I took a long look at myself, I loved it. I loved the feeling of being with someone. Of being wanted. Cole took interest in what I was working on, the friends that were in my life, and why I had chosen Luxembourg to live in. I was giving away bits and pieces of myself that I normally kept guarded, and it surprised me how good it felt. As our discussion veered towards books that we had read versus what we were currently reading, I was surprised to discover that the biker was actually pretty well read. He was mostly into economics, philosophy and politics. Behind the bad boy biker image, he had an incredibly strategic mind. Maybe that was his secret to running a successful club all along. And I realised that I had misjudged him. He wasn't Billie. 

Cole was true to his word, laying me across the kitchen counter, bending my legs and positioning them on each shoulder, working his way up. His tongue sent shivers straight to my core, with my hands soon reaching for his hair and thrusting him forward for more. I wasn’t sure how he exactly did it, but the man managed to take me over the edge every damn time. As I came down from my climax, panting and out of breath, he slid me off the counter, turned me around and positioned both my hands on the countertop. He stepped up from behind and I shuddered in anticipation, widening my legs slightly. 

He slid inside me with excruciating slowness. “Tell me what you want Sadie,” he gritted out, holding himself back slightly. He knew how I liked having him in the bedroom. s*x with Cole was hard and rough, and I loved it. Gone was the shy, uncertain girl putting up a front of elegance and sophistication. Here, beneath Cole, I was wild, released from my own inhibitions. I thrust back against him, causing him to slide deeper inside of me. He growled, “Sadie,” he warned. I bit my lip, knowing I was playing with fire.

Sliding his finger around my waist he circled my c**t and thrust even deeper into me. I arched back gasping, “Hard,” I moaned, “I want it hard.” 

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my neck quickly before grabbing my hair in his hand and pulling my head back in a way that arched my back even further. And that’s when he started sliding in and out of me. Faster and deeper, at an unrelenting pace. My legs started to quiver as heat pooled in my core. I thrust back further, allowing him even more access as he drove into me. The sound of his body slapping against mine filled the air, as I screamed, “f**k me harder Cole!” And if I thought he couldn’t f**k my wet p***y harder, I was so wrong. He drove in deeper, causing my inner walls to tighten upon his c**k, as waves of pleasure cascaded through me. “Cole!” I screamed in relief, my walls still tight around him as he emptied himself inside of me. I slumped forward, the marble counter cool against my breasts. 

Cole straightened himself up and said, “So we can check Kitchen s*x off of our list.”

I lifted my head and looked at him over my shoulder, “we have a list?” I asked. 

He gave me his s**t eating grin which screamed trouble, “Of course we do sweetheart, that’s why we have the penthouse apartment.” 

I laughed in response. I could die from the pleasure he was giving me. 

As our time in Cannes came to an end, I was actually sad to part from Cole. Which was weird for me, because I never thought of myself as the relationship type of girl. Were we in a relationship? I didn’t know. In truth, I didn’t know what to call this. Infatuation? Quite possibly.

But something had shifted between Cole and I this week. It was no longer all about the s*x - which was still mindblowing, but something deeper ran beneath it. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about being with a biker - the president of an MC no less. But, I was trying to put my own past and personal prejudices to one side and really give Cole a chance. Afterall, that is what he asked for. 

I was still getting phone calls from Layla - none of which I had answered. I guess I’d have to address that once I was home. 

I gave Cole a lingering kiss on his lips as we were about to leave our room, his hands lightly touching my waist.

“I f*****g hate leaving you,” he grunted. 

I laughed. It was good to know that he was in this just as deeply as I was. Whatever this was. 

“I’m seeing you soon Switch,” I joked using his club name. 

His eyes shot up in surprise.

“Yeah, I may have forgotten to tell you that I’m coming to London on Monday.” 

His grin was contagious. “You’re only telling me this now?” he growled. 

“We’ve been somewhat distracted.” 

“Damn right,” he dipped his head forward, kissing me deeply. 

I pulled back and dragged him towards the door. If we continued down this path we’d never leave the hotel. 

Stepping through the door of my apartment, I somehow realised how lonely I was here. Sure I had Vivienne, but she worked harder than I did most of the time. After spending all my free time with Cole, I was growing accustomed to being around someone - to being around him. I berated myself, reminding myself of all the things I had achieved and what a good life I actually had. Adamant that I wouldn’t be that girl, and strived to keep myself busy. It annoyed me how much I missed him and how firmly under my skin he was planted. 

The next few nights were filled with longing, that not even my trusty vibrator could dissipate. Cole still called me daily, but I found myself anxiously waiting to see him in England. 

S: Need to ask you something. 

I texted him. 

C: In a meeting, so can’t take calls, but can text. 

His replies were always crazily fast. 

S: I’m thinking of extending my stay in London, and spending the night, only flying back the next day. 

I gripped my fingers nervously. I don’t think I had ever been so nervous in my life, as I sat there opening myself to Cole with my half-assed message hinting that I wanted to stay with him. 

C:Nothing to talk about sweetheart. You’re staying with me. 

Before I could read his reply, another one came through. 

C: Anytime you’re in England, you’re with me Sadie. You’re sleeping next to me, in my bed. 

I gulped. 

S: Where is you bed exactly? I asked, half dreading the answer. 

C: At the clubhouse. 

Shit. I’d be staying at the clubhouse. Which means I’d be seeing Ammo, which also meant that I needed to have a conversation with Layla. 

C: Don’t get cold feet Sadie. 

His next reply came through. Obviously I was taking too long with my response. 

S: Fine. We’ll stay at the clubhouse. 

I typed out

That evening I pulled out my overnight bag and neatly started packing for my stay in England - I was sure to throw in a selection of lacy lingerie, along with everything else I needed. Once there was physically nothing left for me to do, I sat on the edge of my bed and dialled Layla. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but we definitely needed to talk. 

She picked up after the second ring. 

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I get it Sadie, I really do, I didn’t mean to hurt you or betray your trust. It’s just that Cole asked me not to say anything because he wanted to tell you, plus his Axel’s president, and I mean - have you seen Axel? He’s doing so much better, so I didn’t want to do anything that would have jeopardized his position in the club. Although, saying that out loud sounds stupid and I'm pretty sure Switch wouldn't have kicked Axel out or anything like that." 

She was rambling which told me she was nervous. What she did was a crap move and she needed to know it wasn't okay. 

"Stop." I Interrupted her abruptly. "Layla just stop." 

I was met with silence, and so I took the opening and spoke. 

"What you did was awful. We're supposed to be family," I emphasized. "And before you decide that my anger stems from some guy, I want to tell you that it doesn't. It stems from the fact that you chose someone else over me. I don't care that he's Axel's president, you should have told me. You put me in a position where you knew I would be blindsided. And I went into another Club Layla - I went f*****g WILLINGLY and you chose Cole and everyone else over me." I breathed heavily into the phone. "So yeah Layla, we're not okay." 

"Don't be like this Sadie!" Her voice quivered, "I just didn't think. You know that I sometimes get caught up with… things." 

"That's a poor f*****g excuse Layla. And you're a lot smarter than you pretend. We both know it. We both had similar upbringings; so it's time to cut the bullshit and decide what you want out of life, what kind of person you want to be. But this thing you've got going for yourself isn't working." 

"So what? You're calling our friendship?" She demanded, sniffing angrily. 

"No I'm not 'calling our friendship', we're family, but I'm pulling back until you figure out who the hell you are." 

We both sat there in silence, until finally she spoke.

"I hear you Sadie," she spoke softly, gently even, "I know that I don't have my s**t figured out, but neither do you. The difference between us is that I actually go out into the world and try. I interact and let people in, and so I'm bound to mess up along the way. But you? You sit in Luxembourg. I mean - it's Luxembourg! You have no friends or family there. You've chosen to cut yourself off from everyone, and so it's easy to not make mistakes because you simply never put yourself out there." Her voice wavered as she pushed through, "I still love you, and even with all of this s**t between us I hope you give Switch a chance. Not the bullshit you give most guys, but an actual honest to goodness chance, because I think you might find yourself happier than you've ever been." 

I laughed. 

"What?" She demanded. 

"After all of that, you still managed to bring it back to a guy." 

I heard the smile in her voice as she spoke, "Goodbye Sadie." 

"Wait," I blurted out. 

"Yes?" 

"I'm going to the club on Monday so I'll probably see Axel." 

"I'm glad Sadie," was all she said as she hung up.