Catching Cole

Chapter Eight

COLE

The bar was crowded and buzzing in the ways I enjoyed. I watched Sadie from the bar, as she joked around with Layla. The woman was enigmatic. She was so much more than I had bargained for when I met her a few days ago. I was already trying to come up with more ways to see her and keep her around, without scaring her off. Yeah, she seemed scared as s**t of attachment. I’d have to talk to Layla about that. 

The s*x with Sadie was out of this world. The girl knew what she was doing, and I don’t even think she realised the effect she had on men. Just thinking about her had me growing hard in my jeans, which wasn’t f*****g ideal at a bar. I changed the direction of my thoughts as I noticed a few guys checking her out from the bar. Thank f**k we had the exclusivity discussion. The thought of some other guys hands on her infuriated me. The irony of this situation wasn’t lost on me, I mean it was usually me that gave the ‘no attachments’ speech, and here I was trying to figure out how to see more of her. A relationship really didn’t suit my lifestyle, maybe in a few years when things settled down at the club, but until then I could certainly have some fun with Sadie. 

I heard her laughter float across the bar as she whacked Pratt over the head with a pool cue. Her ass looked all kinds of fine in those jeans, and I couldn’t wait to bend her over and bury myself in her sweet p***y tonight. The way she clenched around me and screamed my name was something that I’d probably be thinking about long after this whole thing ended. 

Layla sat herself next to me at the bar. “You’re staring at her like a starved man,” she spoke, popping a peanut into her mouth. “So if you don’t want anyone to know the two of you are a thing then I’d suggest you stop staring at her like that.” 

I glanced at her, shrugged and downed my beer, signalling for another. Layla had my back, her brother Axel and I rode for the same club, so I knew she’d give me the insight that I needed. 

“Spit it out,” she teased, “I can hear you thinking from here.” She tried to suppress her grin. I grimaced. 

“Fine. What’s the deal with her growing up with bikers?” I asked the question that had been plaguing me for the whole day. Layla grinned in response. In fact she looked f*****g delighted at my question, I had to force myself to not roll my eyes. 

“You really like her!” she gushed. 

“Layla,” I warned. 

“Fine,” she pouted, finally answering my question. “Her dad was part of the club along with my pops. But he had a disagreement with the new president and voluntarily left the club.” 

“He just left?” I asked, trying to hide my shock. No one simply leaves the club. It’s a lifetime commitment. Once you’re in, that’s it, you’re in. Which is also why earning your patch was a f*****g process, it’s not something that you could easily erase. 

Pressing her lips together, she continued, “Yeah, they called it a disgraceful exit. As far as I know it was a one-kind type of thing.” 

“His tattoo?” I asked? 

She scrunched up her face, “That’s the thing Cole, he got to keep his tattoo.” 

I looked at her in surprise. It was f*****g unheard of. 

All members, after being sworn in had the club death-head tattooed upon them. If you left, the idea was that the tatoo needed to be erased - usually in the most painful, and often non-aestetically pleasing of ways. 

“Yeah, look, I don’t know. I think her dad had something on the President and because of that he was allowed to leave. But her and I don’t really talk about it. I mean one minute she was hanging out with us at club events, and the next she wasn’t. I still made an effort to see her, but things changed I guess.” 

I needed a minute to absorb it all, so I asked the next question I needed an answer to, “And her and Axel?” 

Layla laughed outright. “Took you long enough to ask,” she joked. “Nah. Nothing happened there. I mean Axel has always had a thing for her, and when we were younger it may have been implied, but as far as I can tell she’s never reciprocated those feelings.” 

“Is Axel still into her?” I asked. I never wanted to touch another brother’s woman, but now that I’d tasted Sadie I’d be damned if I gave her up. 

“I’m pretty sure he still has a thing for her - I mean just look at her,” Layla gushed. I glanced up, watching her lining up a shot on the pool table. She was f*****g fine, no doubt about that. 

I glanced over at Layla trying to read how much of a fallout there was going to be between myself and Axel. She shrugged her shoulders, “Nothing’s happened between them, so he doesn’t really have a claim on her.” 

My shoulders sagged in relief, as she spoke the words I wanted to hear. 

“Cole,” she spoke gently, her brown eyes looking at me with a soft expression, “I’m saying this as a friend because you seem like you’re getting possessive, and that usually means you’re in deep. Sadie isn’t looking for a relationship. The s**t that went down with her dad has made her wary of commitment.” 

“How,” I ground out, “Is her dad being kicked out of his club in any way related to her wanting to be unattached.” 

“Because,” she implored, “the club is for life, and she feels like the club turned their back on them. Her dad was in charge of some shady contacts at the club, and when he left, well, those contacts followed him. So Sadie and him had to deal with these contacts without the club’s protection. So  I think at this point, she wants to stay unattached because she doesn’t want to rely on anyone else. She doesn’t want to be let down again.” 

I let it all sink in. What a f****d up situation, but as I looked at her, the sophisticated woman I had met at the hotel bar looked more at home knocking pool balls around in her motley crue tshirt. f**k me, did I know how to pick them. The problem was now I was hooked. She had my attention. She didn’t know it yet, but that also meant she had my proteection. 

“What was her dad’s road name?” I asked. 

Layla looked hesitant, like she didn’t want to tell me. 

“Out with it,” I demanded. 

Grimacing, she spoke, “Gunner.” 

The look of shock must have been evident on my face. 

“Yeah,” Layla said. 

“Layla!” Pratt called from across the bar, “You ready to play the winner?” he asked. 

“Depends on who won.” She jokes back loudly. 

“Do you even need to ask?” Sadie calls out. 

“Jesus. Rack them up Sadie, I’ll be there in a sec.” 

Sadie, being the brat she was, stuck her tongue out at Layla and started setting up the table. I watched her as she stretched her arms above her head, pool cue in hand, showing off a sliver of her midriff. I couldn’t wait to rip her clothes off. I also couldn’t believe that she was Gunner f*****g Priest’s daughter. The stories about him were legendary, and I needed to go and check what was fact and what was fiction.

Layla patted my leg as she hopped off the barstool and marched towards Sadie. I noticed the energy shift in the room as every male zeroed in to the fact that the two hottest girls were playing pool against one another. 

The rest of the evening was actually pretty enjoyable, and Sadie’s ‘accidental’ touches throughout the night didn’t go unnoticed. 

By the time we arrived back at our hotel room my balls were aching with the need to be buried inside of her. She seemed to have the same idea. Before the door had even closed fully she was lifting her shirt off. 

We were both naked in record time, but I wanted to build up our satisfaction a little more, so I lay on the bed and positioned her legs on either side of my head. She giggled nervously, as I reached up and licked her core. She tasted so f*****g sweet. I pulled her p***y closer to my face and started gorging myself on her. As I felt her thighs begin to tense beneath my palms, she fell forward and slid her mouth on my c**k. I jerked in response, giggling, she continued sucking my c**k like the sweet minx she was. There were few things better than having your c**k sucked off while eating out a p***y at the same time. I was a huge f*****g fan of sixty-niners, I just didn’t think it would happen tonight, but I wasn’t complaining. 

And when I eventually pegged her underneath me and slid my c**k between her sweet folds, I knew that this was something I could get used to. And f**k me, but I liked that idea. Her body was soon writhing in pleasure beneath mine, and I knew we would be getting very little sleep tonight. 

By the time morning had broken, neither of us had slept much, but Sadie didn’t seem to mind. “What time’s your flight?” I asked her, my fingers playing with her hair. She glanced at the clock next to the table and let out a long sigh. 

“I have to be at the airport in an hour,” she muttered, suddenly sitting up. 

Time had officially intruded on the bubble we’d created. She got out the bed and started flinging out an outfit as she tied her hair up. 

“You know that I’m going to message you and check up on you right?” I asked. She stopped what she was doing, straightened and looked at me. 

“What?” I asked. 

“Well,” she bit her bottom lip in a way that reminded me of the faces she pulled when she was close to climax, “do you even have my number?” 

Shit. She was right. 

“Hand me your phone,” I demanded. 

Without arguing, she handed me her device. I dialled my number from her phone, hearing the monotonous ring sound from the otherside of the room, I hung up and handed her back her shiny rose-gold cell. 

In silent agreement, we got ready together. At some point over the weekend I had moved all my s**t to her room. It was s**t having to continuously go to my room to fetch my stuff, when all I wanted to be doing was Sadie. 

When she was ready to leave, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. The kiss was hard, and filled with heat, as my hand brushed against her breast, I was delighted to realise that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I tweaked her n****e through her shirt and felt her moan into our kiss. 

By the time I pulled back we were both panting, her eyes filled with a lust induced haze. 

“Don’t think that we’re done,” I spoke softly. “I will be seeing you Sadie.” 

She nodded her head in reply, unable to truly respond, and walked out the room. 

I had no idea what the f**k I was doing. I just knew that I didn’t like the feeling of her leaving.