Catching Cole

Chapter Sixteen

“Hello? Earth to Sadie?” Vivienne waved her hand in front of my face. I had been daydreaming about Cole. Jesus. I hadn’t been this hung up on a guy since highschool, and even then it was more infatuation and lust than anything…. deeper? So what did that make Cole and I? I had no idea. I had no idea what we were and I had no idea how I felt about it. And that that 'not knowing' had left me a bundle of nerves. I was checking my phone constantly to see if he’d messaged. When he did call, I felt the grin stretch wider on my face than I think it ever had. And the light bruising on my thighs from where he had gripped me served as a constant reminder of how the man delivered in the bedroom. 

I was missing him and it had only been two days. It felt like each time we saw each other this thing between us only solidified further. 

My messages from him this morning had been filled with s****l innuendo, but peppered between those were questions that showed he was starting to care about me and my life. He asked random things from tell me about that coffee place you go to with Vivienne, to do you own a motorcycle or just ride everyone else's'? 

I tried to keep my questions to mainly about him and not the club, but obviously there was overlap. He seemed to be a good President, and it made me feel nostalgic for a time that once was. 

I blinked up at Vivienne. "Sorry," I muttered. She smirked knowingly. 

"If I had known good s*x would have made you the dufus out of the two of us, I would have encouraged you to get laid long ago.” 

I groaned. “Shut up Vivienne,” I said shaking my head. 

“When last did you hear from lover boy?” 

I narrowed my eyes at her, “this morning, why?” 

She smirked and sipped her mug, “no reason,” she said nonchalantly. 

The hair on the back of my neck rose and I felt the sudden urge to look behind me. 

There, standing in the doorframe of our quaint little coffee shop, was Cole himself. He looked completely out of place in here, I mean his shoulders were nearly as wide as the doorframe. 

He spotted me and grinned, trying to walk delicately between tables towards me. My lips tugged up in an answering smile 

“That’s Cole?” Vivienne uttered. 

I nodded, waiting for him to get to our table. 

“You may have failed to mention that he’s built like a god and has a jawline even David would have been jealous of.” I chuckled. “No wonder you’ve been daydreaming about him.” 

“What are you doing in Luxembourg?” I half screeched at him when he finally made it to our table. 

“I had a girl I needed to see,” his expression was deadpan.

Without missing a bit, he turned and introduced himself to Vivienne, “And you must be the infamous Vee,” he smiled. 

Jesus he was a charmer. 

“I like him Sadie,” she said between sips of her tea, “I think we need to keep him.” 

Cole burst out laughing, seating himself at our table. 

“Seriously though, what are you doing here.” My eyes searched his, trying to figure out what was happening. 

“Relax,” he said sliding his hand up my thigh, “I had some downtime and could get away for the day, so I thought I’d come see you and you could show me the allure of Luxembourg. I mean, f**k,” he looked around, “you’re always going on about this place.” He scrunched up his face as he spotted some crocheted items on the table. “I feel like I’m in my grandmother’s house,” he muttered. 

I watched him in my space. He had come here for me. To Luxembourg. I let it all sink in, waiting for the panic to take hold, and it just didn’t. 

I smiled and sat back as Cole and Vivienne got to know one another. Their conversation veering to tattoos, ink and well known artists. 

“You know Vee, I didn’t think you were Sadie’s type of friend,” Cole offered. 

“And I would never have pegged you as Sadie’s type, yet here we are,” she smiled back at him with a hint of venom. 

Cole threw his hands up in surrender, “I’m not attacking, just saying that this good girl, cold front she has going for her doesn’t exactly paint the picture of her best friend being tattooed from head to toe. Hell, I think you’d even look more comfortable at the Club,” he joked. 

“One, I might take you up on that offer, and two, I guess Sadie is wilder than either of us anticipated.” 

Cole smirked knowingly as I implored, “Guys! I’m right here!”

Cole’s hand slid further up my leg in a way that spoke of possession and dominance and all things I loved about him. I suddenly wanted to get him back to my apartment. 

“How long are you in my city for?” I asked him. 

I watched his adams’ apple bob as he swallowed, he knew what I was asking, “Just for the day.” 

I nodded. I knew him being away from the club was a big deal. Him being in Luxembourg was a big deal. But in this moment, I was choosing to ignore that piece of information. I still wasn’t sure what he knew about me in terms of my Club knowledge. Growing up I was a Club Princess. I was treated as such, and could pretty much get away with murder there. It was always expected that I’d end up with a biker. Of course, no two bikers were equal, so that is where the discussion always lay. And yet, after everything that went down with Billie, I actively looked for fulfillment elsewhere. And so yes, in this moment I knew what a big deal him being away from the club to be with me was, and I was choosing to ignore it. 

Vivienne, sensing the change in mood, said goodbye and that she suddenly remembered that she had a ‘deadline’ she needed to work on at home. I rolled my eyes at her flimsy excuse, but was grateful nonetheless. 

As we stepped out the coffee shop, he pushed me against the facebrick wall with a force that spoke of his hunger. His lips devoured mine, leaving no space for argument about where this was heading. I clung to him, tongues clashing, wanting everything he was offering. As I arched against the wall, he pulled back and whispered, “Let’s not give everyone a show.” I opened my eyes and realised that we were still on the damn sidewalk, outside my local coffee shop. He smirked, “Now, am I finding a storeroom to f**k you in or are you going to take me to your home.” 

Just the promise of him f*****g me, was making me wet. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street. 

I couldn’t get my keys out quick enough, as we tugged and pulled on one another in my hallway. We eventually stumbled through the door, with Cole dutifully kicking it shut, neither of us wanting to let go. 

My apartment was small, but it’s key feature was a floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city. I lived on the ninth floor, which meant no one could really see in. Cole took it all in, as he slid my shirt over my head. He smiled when he realised that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “f**k but I’ve missed these,” he said, his head dipping low as he bit down on my n****e, the pain soon turning to pleasure. Boosting me onto my kitchen table, he slid my boots off, my jeans following suit. He gave special attention to my breasts, slapping them and pinching my n*****s between his thumb and forefinger, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. And when I lay there wondering if it was possible to come from the sheer ecstasy of playing with my breasts, he picked me up and walked me over to the floor to ceiling window, positioning my hands against the glass. 

Slapping my ass I cried out, warmth pooling from my core. I needed him inside of me. I widened my stance, arching just slightly, waiting. As he started to slide in slowly I moaned at the sheer feeling of him. He slid out again before he was fully inside of me, and in my frustration and need for him, I slid back on him, taking all of him inside of me. I worked myself back and forth on his c**k, pushing against the glass as I just needed to get closer to him. 

Deciding that I wanted to be in control, I spun around and found his lust filled eyes staring at me. “Lie there,” I said pointing to the rug. Without saying a word, he obliged, waiting for me to straddle him. 

I did straddle him, only in the reverse position. As I angled his hard c**k to slide inside of me, I lent forward knowing that he was getting the full view of his c**k sliding inside my wet p***y. I knew he was watching when he said, “Jesus Sadie.” And that’s when I rode him for everything he was worth. 

Our joining was fast and hard and represented our pent up frustrations of being apart from one another. 

I felt his thighs stiffen before me, as my own wavering legs struggled to hold me. I pushed on, grinding my p***y against him in the final throes of passion, taking us both over the edge. He groaned and shouted ‘f**k’, as he burst his c*m inside of me. 

I grabbed my breast, needing to grab something and continued grinding against him, the wet slapping sounds of me taking him inside of me louder than our combined panting. As my orgam rolled through me, I knew that I didn’t want anyone else in my bed. 

As we lay on the carpet touching one another, he said, “As much as I want to do this all day, I came to spend the day with you in your city.” 

“So you didn’t just come here to f**k me?” I pouted. 

“Sadie sweetheart, I’m always game and willing to f**k you. I’ll f**k you all over the city if you like, but you aren’t getting out of showing me around your town.” 

I sighed, acknowledging that he may know me better than I thought.

“Fine, I’ll take you to Charlie’s for lunch” 

He kissed me on the nose as we both got dressed.

I kept my promise and took him to Charlie’s for traditional Belgium waffles. We rode the electric bus - Cole didn’t understand the purpose, arguing the need for the human element in times of crisis. And we walked through the park. 

And as the sun set, we sat on a low rise wall, looking over the river eating ice cream from a traditional italian gelato store, I realised that we were a couple, and this had been a date. 

“Why, Sadie, are you looking at me like that?” he asked, smiling down at me. 

“Was this a date?” I asked. 

He blinked, and I watched him grasp for something to say. He smiled weakly and eventually said, "the first of many." 

We sat in silence, the river flowing freely beneath us. 

"Look Sadie, I told you I wasn't going to hide this. I don't want to pretend. I'm the kind of guy who when he wants something he takes it, so this whole process with you has been killing me. I don't want to be your dirty f*****g secret where I feel like you're ashamed of me all the f*****g time." 

"Cole, you know it's not like that. I just didn't want a relationship. I didn't think," I hesitated and decided to push forward, "I just didn't think I'd end up with a biker, not after everything that happened." 

I looked up at him, nervous to see his expression. He was f*****g smirking. 

"So you admit there's a relationship here?" 

I suppressed my eyeroll. 

"Look, I know that things f****d out with Billie and your dad struck some deal with him to walk from the club. I know you felt abandoned and I know a clubhouse is the last place you wanted to end up. But we're here now and I'm not f*****g walking away." He narrowed his eyes at me. 

"My dad," I began. 

"Sadie, when the time comes to meet Gunner I'll do it. And I know he's going to give me a tough time, it's Gunner f*****g Priest and I'm President of the London Charter. Honestly, I'd expect nothing less." He paused, watching me. He had actually thought about this. Something within my facial expression must have changed as I accepted what he was saying because he nodded his head, put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. 

"Another thing," he said, I felt the rumble of his voice as I sat against him.

"We're done hiding this." 

I looked up at him, "Jeanette?" I asked carefully. 

"We'll tell them tactfully Sadie, but I'm done sneaking around f*****g hallways." 

I gulped, mulling it over as we watched the sunset together. When Cole eventually had to leave it was a bittersweet moment. I know he had a busy couple of weeks ahead, but I didn't know when we'd actually see each other next, and after the day we'd spent together it couldn't have been worse timing.