Catching Cole

Chapter Fifteen

From the moment I stepped off the plane I had a prospect escort me to my meeting with Hunter and then to the Club. His name was Travis, he was twenty three years old, enjoyed boxing and believed in Aliens to the point that he donated money monthly to some truth seekers fund. He was odd, but it took a certain type to join a motorcycle club. I briefly wondered if he would make it through the process and actually get patched in. Cole certainly wouldn’t go easy on him, simply because Travis was a nice guy. 

 It was odd knowing that while Hunter and I worked through his portfolio, Travis sat outside waiting for me to finish up. As soon as I stepped out, Travis was signalling a taxi and before I knew it we were pulling up to the gates of the clubhouse. 

As the gatekeeper greeted me, he let me through and told me that Switch should be at the bar waiting for me. Part of me wanted to be annoyed that everyone seemed to know that I was here for Cole, but he had warned me, so I smiled politely and walked through the parking lot, across the terrace and into the bar. 

I spotted him immediately, taking in his broad shoulders and chiselled jaw line, I couldn’t deny that the man was good looking as all hell. He was talking with another biker as they read over - what looked  like, paperwork? Someone must’ve said something to him, because he looked up, his eyes narrowing in on me immediately. I couldn’t help but smile. He took a few strides and met me halfway pulling me in for a kiss. 

It was a much gentler and milder version of the kisses I was accustomed to with him, and yet a few guys at the bar still cheered. As Cole pulled away from me he yelled, “Oh f**k off,” across the room which was met with the response of laughter. 

Cole pulled me in close, removing my overnight bag from me, handing it off to someone to put in his room. s**t. We were actually doing this. He walked us towards the bar and started making introductions, refusing to leave my side. 

I met Spyro, Cole’s VP. He had a head off black hair that was the length of his jawline, and blue-grey eyes. They seemed to only breed good looking men here. 

“So why Spyro?” I ask, referring to his road name. 

Cole laughed, “I’m going to let you answer while I grab us some drinks,” he said as he headed to the bar. 

“Er,” he scratched the back of his head, “It’s kind of embarrassing, but essentially I love video games and I have a Spyro tattoo here,” he pointed to his elbow where the small purple dragon from the video game sat. 

I laughed. “Honestly,” he shrugged, “I got the tattoo when I was sixteen. I don’t regret it and I’m still a gamer at heart, but if I knew that that would have been my road name, I don’t know, I may have tattooed something else, like a reaper or something really badass.” 

“It doesn’t seem to have hindered you,” I say, “I mean you’re still VP.” 

“I supposed, but you have no idea how much s**t I get when I walk into some serious meeting as the VP and have to introduce myself as f*****g Spyro,” he shook his head whilst grinning, “actually, now that I think about it I’m sure that that’s why Cole petitioned to have that as my roadname.” 

“What? Cole didn’t label you himself?” 

“Nah,” he grunted, “we were prospects together. The man knows all my f*****g secrets.” 

“Ah, that’s cute, “do you guys have matching friendship bracelets and stuff?” I teased. 

“You know Sadie, for someone who’s just walked in here you’re damn sure of yourself,” Spyro joked. 

“I think you should just be grateful they didn’t name you Barney,” I teased back. 

His face dropped as he made the connection, “s**t, don’t even joke like that.” He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, “How much is it going to cost for you to never repeat that to anyone here again? I swear, they would just have to catch wind of it once and I wouldn’t be able to live that down.” 

“The fee Spyro is that you tell me something about Cole, something I can blackmail him with on the nights he doesn’t want to compromise on our food order.” 

He laughed. 

“I’m serious! The man is pedantic when it comes to food.” 

“I can only tell you Sadie, that you are the first girl he’s brought to the club officially. Whatever the two of you have going on, it must be somewhat serious, so you be good to him. Cole may be many things, but once he commits to something or someone he will lay down his life for them.” 

Spyro turned the conversation gravely serious and I stood there struggling to come up with a meaningful response. It seemed that luck was on my side because Ammo came bounding into the bar, calling out “Sadie!” to get my attention. I dipped my head in acknowledgement to Spyro as we both turned to greet Ammo. He engulfed me in a hug that was half suffocating. 

“Dude,” I yelled into his chest, “can’t breathe!” 

He finally let go and smiled down at me. “Look at you coming down to the clubhouse to hang with the boys!” 

“Shut up Axel! I used to run circles around you guys back home!” 

“Yeah, until uncle Gunner realised that you’d set up a f*****g betting ring about which one of us would get patched in first.” 

“I still stand by my decision. If we had let the bet run its course there would have been a shitload in the pot for us to each by our own bikes.” 

“If I remember it correctly, you didn’t want it to buy a bike, you wanted a year's supply of gummy bears or some shit.”

“What?” I defended, “I was ten! And I still, to this day, think that gummy bears are important. In fact, they still feature in my diet - heavily, I might add.” 

“Wait,” Spyro interjected, “You set up a betting ring when you were ten?” He laughed. 

Ammo stood with his arms folded across his chest with a smirk on his face as he watched me defend myself. 

“It didn’t get very far, because my dad disbanded the whole thing, and honestly it’s not half as bad as he’s making it sound. I mean we were only tallying the club kids our age, so there was really no harm.” 

Spyro started laughing as Cole returned. 

“What did I miss?” he asked. 

“You’ve got a firecracker in this one,” Spyro said, slapping Cole on his shoulder. 

Apart from getting drinks and dealing with the occasional conversation here and there, Cole didn’t leave my side. It felt weird being together openly, and I wondered if this is what I had been missing the whole time. 

COLE 

I watched her as she chatted to some of the club members. She was lively, engaged in their banter and volleyed their s**t right back at them. She fit in better than I was expecting. In truth I was expecting a hell of a lot more hand holding than what she actually needed. I knew she grew up in a Club environment, I just hadn’t considered how comfortable she’d be here. In fact, based on her history and how anti the Club she initially appeared, I had prepped myself for a meek, mild, uncomfortable Sadie. Not that I was complaining, I liked seeing my girl in her element. 

Spyro sidled up next to me at my table as I watched Sadie in an animated discussion with Kayla at the bar. 

“So Gunner Priest’s daughter huh?” 

I looked at him. His face was drawn and serious which told me what I needed to know. I was going to catch s**t for keeping this from him. 

“Yup,” I said, taking a swig of my beer. 

“And you didn’t think to mention it?” he asked incredulously. 

“Look brother, I don’t know where Sadie and I are at. We’re taking things slow. So I’m not going to make a big deal about her being Gunner Priest’s daughter.” 

“You have a prospect tailing her when she’s in London and when she’s behind our walls she’s under our protection, so taking it slow or not, if this goes south Gunner isn’t just going to leave us alone.” 

I slammed my beer on the table, some of it spilling over the edge slightly. 

“Firstly. s**t isn’t going to go South, and secondly Sadie and I are broth grown f*****g adults. I highly doubt her dad is going to come shooting down our door because of Sadie’s relationship choices.” 

Spyro blew out the breath he’d been holding, “I suppose,” he said and after waiting a bit he added, “Does Gunner know?” 

“About us?” 

Spyro nodded. 

“I don’t know. I think so. I mean him and Harry f*****g Po are best buddies and Harry saw Sadie here the other day. It’s not like it’s a secret though,” I said. 

“Okay,” Spyro said hesitantly, “well maybe you should broach the subject with her.” 

I shook my head, “It’s still early days, but when I need to I will.” I left no room for argument as I got up and went to my girl. It was starting to get late and I needed her in the way I had been craving for the past three days. 

As I guided Sadie down the facebrick hall and towards my bedroom at the end, she was tugging on my belt as we kissed frantically, stopping every couple of feet as things heated up. At this rate someone was going to walk down the hall and find me balls deep in her. Shaking my head, I made a concerted effort to get us into my room. 

Closing my bedroom door, I saw her absorbing my room - my style. I was actually pretty particular about my room and how it looked. Who was I kidding? There were very few things I wasn't particular about. It often made me an asshole, but it also kept my Club safe and profitable. I liked the minimalist look for my bedroom. I had watched enough episodes of studio McGee with my little sister to know that. Yeah, I would grunt and groan and moan about watching that s**t, but even I had to admit that the end result was satisfying. 

The wrought iron bed frame boasted white and grey linen. She turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. I f*****g loved it when she got naughty. Before I could even step away from the doorway, she was on her knees, swiftly finishing the unbuckling of my pants she'd begun in the hallway. 

And then her f*****g mouth was on me. I jerked at the contact, "Jesus," I hissed.

I felt her hum against me and f**k if it didn't feel good. It was taking everything in me to not grip the back of her head and simply thrust forward, effectively f*****g her mouth. 

Her hands reached around to my ass as she pulled me closer, deeper into her mouth. 

"Sadie sweetheart," I rasped, "I'm not going to be able to hold back if you carry on." 

She pulled her sweet mouth off of me, looked me in my eye and said, "So don't". 

Her mouth soon found its way back to my c**k and this time I didn't hold myself back. 

I f****d her mouth at a relentless pace, gripping her hair between my fingers and squeezing her scalp. And when I felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine, I didn't try to remove myself like a gentleman. No, I f****d her mouth harder. As I came, she kept her mouth on me, sucking me off in just the right way, swallowing the bursts or c*m that jetted from my c**k. 

Licking her lips she stood up and smiled at me. This girl was going to f*****g kill me, in the best way. In this moment I didn't give a s**t how, but I knew that she needed to make her mine. f**k, she was already mine, she just didn't know it yet. 

"Your turn", I said, stepping towards her. 

"I'm already dripping," she husked. 

Girl was f*****g soaked from giving me head. Right now I felt like the King of the f*****g world. 

"I'm going to have fun taking my time with you," I said as I pushed her towards the bed. Up to date we'd been far too vanilla for my liking. It was time to truly undo Sadie.

As she stripped and lay on the bed, she spread her legs like a good girl. I grunted, walking over to my draw, pulling out a few silk cords. I wanted to have her my way without interference. 

She raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. 

"Raise your hands" I grunted. 

Because of the excellent use of her mouth she had taken the edge off for me. I no longer felt like I was starving, which meant I could really stretch this out for her. 

She obeyed, lifting her hands above her head, causing her pert breasts to raise higher. I Fastened the silk tie around her wrists, bringing them together and then did the final knot against the bed frame. 

She tugged against my work once, twice, and then when she realised she was truly fastened to the bed, she looked at me, brought her knees up slightly and parted her legs further. 

I smirked, once again feeling like a lucky ass. Sadie was insatiable and I f*****g loved it. The girl was game for anything when it came to her and I in the bedroom. Pulling back I slapped one of her breasts and watched it bounce back into place. Even from where I was standing I could see her n*****s hardening. 

I set out to work teasing her wet slick folds with my fingers, bringing her to the edge and then pulling away. 

She was wild with need. "f**k you Cole!" She moaned as she arched, trying to get her sweet p***y to touch my hand. 

I chuckled as I got up and pulled a thicker silk tie from my draw. 

She watched me through panted breaths. 

"What are you doing?" She breathed out. I didn't miss the irritation in her voice. She wanted to orgasm. She was actually so close at this point that I think if I just brushed against her she would come apart.  

After tying the cord around her head, effectively laying it over her eyes, I listened as her breathing picked up with the realisation that she was blinded. I waited a beat to see if she was fearful or worried, but she only begged, "Cole, please." 

I lent forward sucking and biting her n****e, gauging her reaction. The wrought iron bed frame groaned as she pulled against it hard.

And when she was so frenzied in need, I thrust into her. I didn't give her time to adjust to me as I withdrew and slid in harder. I gripped her thighs and slid in and out at an unrelenting pace. She was squirming beneath me and I felt her thighs quiver and clench as her orgasm barrelled through her. 

"f**k me good Cole!" She screamed. "f**k!" she moaned. And when she reached the peak of her climax, when she saw staŕs and bliss all wrapped up in some cosmic plane of the universe, she moaned, "Cole, Oh Cole!" 

And even as I felt her walls clench around me in ecstasy, I didn't stop. I rolled her on her side, lifting her leg higher allowing me to slide even deeper. She threw her head sideways into the pillow and moaned, blindfold still tightly in place. 

I brought the palm of my hand down onto her ass. It left a singing sensation, and yet Sadie became even more slick, allowing me to slide in with even greater ease. It wasn't long before she was thrashing beneath me screaming "Oh Jesus Cole." 

I increased my tempo, ready to release my load with Sadie writhing below. "f**k me Cole!" She screamed as she shook and clenched me in pleasure. "I'm coming!" She moaned. "Oh God, I'm coming!" 

As if I didn't  know. But hearing her say that was my undoing. I thrust into her a few more times, my forehead beading with sweat as I pulled out and exploded all over her chest  and stomach. 

We both lay there panting and I watched the rise and fall of her chest and breasts, dripping in come. Just the sight of her like that had me hardening once more against her leg. 

I lent up, undoing the blindfold and looked at her. She smiled at me. "Well hello there," she giggled. 

I laughed outright. Seems she liked being tied up. She was the gift that just kept giving. She looked up at her wrists and asked, "untie me?" 

"Only for a bit sweetheart, we still have more positions to bind you in," I answered with a knowing grin. 

We stayed cooped up in my room the whole night testing each other's limits in the best kind of ways. 

By the time dawn broke, with the watery light of London shining into my bedroom I wanted to scream in frustration. I didn't want Sadie to leave. If I could have kept her in bed all day I would have. But, I knew she was skittish about relationships and the Club. While I was never going to apologise about who I was and my ties to the Club - in fact I was proud to be the President of the MC - I did understand that I had to move slowly with Sadie. I wanted nothing more than to claim her as my old lady - to scream to the world that she was mine. And while that should scare the s**t out of me, I was more annoyed that I needed to edge Sadie there slowly. 

And so, I rolled her over, waking her with a gentleness that few knew I was capable. She groaned and muttered something about five more minutes. 

"Sweetheart, you can stay in my bed all day if you like, but I'm pretty sure if you miss your flight you're going to be pissed at me." 

She snuggled in further and repeated, "five more minutes," so I pulled her to my chest as I gave her five more minutes. 

We eventually stumbled out of my room. My hands around her waist as I led her towards the bar. I couldn't keep my hands off her and found them constantly touching her - simply to make contact. 

Kerri was on bar duty this morning, serving up breakfast to the few of us that were actually awake. 

"Morning Pres," she dipped her head in greeting, "usual for you?" 

"That'd be great, thanks Kerri, and can you hustle up some coffee and pancakes for Sadie over here?" 

While it was made as a request, I asked with the confidence of the President of the club, knowing that I wouldn't be denied. 

"Coming right up," she smiled. 

"Pancakes?" Sadie asked

"What?" I chuckled, "I know that you like them and actually eat them." 

She laughed, "We need to go to more places just to add more variety to this mental menu you have for me," she said. Her eyes flared as she realised what she had just suggested. Us spending more time together outside of our arrangement.

I didn't make a big deal of it and simply said, "sure thing," giving her a light kiss on the nose. 

"Don't be getting soft on us there Pres," Kerri joked, serving up breakfast. 

I watched Sadie eat her breakfast, talking to some club members who were actually awake. And when I was satisfied that she had had her fill, and when I couldn't delay her departure any longer, I tapped on the bar and told Kerri I was heading out. 

Sadie looked at me in surprise. 

"I'm your escort today darling," I grinned. 

Her answering smile told me all I needed to know. 

"So we're going for a ride?" She asked hesitantly. I knew what she was asking. And it may have been too soon for some, but I wanted her on the back of my bike. 

I nodded my head and walked towards my Harley with her following closely behind me. 

As she slid behind me on my bike, her p***y flush against my ass, I asked "You know how to lean with corners and s**t?" 

"Cole," she admonished, "I know how to ride, my dad made sure of it". 

Of course Gunner's daughter would be able to ride. She probably rode better than half of my men. And with that thought I hammered down and burst through the gates into the streets.