Cole: The Wounded Sons

by Leah Sharelle

  “That would be the one,” I agreed, low and dangerous. Then without any warning, I grabbed Oaklee around her tiny waist and lifted her onto my lap … backwards. A surprised yelp shot from her lips as I held her back close against my chest, her hair between us tickling my skin. I still had my shirt off due to the unseasonably warm night, and Oaklee had changed from her sexy skin-tight jeans to a pair of denim cut-off shorts midway through the day.

  Lucky me.

  “Went like this, didn’t it?” I breathed huskily into her ear, my teeth scraping against her delicate skin beneath her lobe.

  “Ummm, not quite, I was … Ummm a little more forward,” she groaned, dropping her head to the side to give me better access to her throat.

  “We can recreate that later, I kind of like this way for now,” I told me, shifting my arse back further into the couch and spreading my legs out in front of me, so we were in a more slouched position, Oaklee leaning right back on my chest giving me all her slight weight.

  “I hear those moans of yours in my dreams, now it’s time to hear them again for real,” I hummed against her skin, lathing the dreamy soft skin with my tongue. “Is that okay with you, Temptress?” I asked, giving the control over to her, and if Oaklee said no, then it won’t happen, simple as that. I might have fucked her drunk, but I recall her giving her consent, that much I wasn’t fuzzy on.

  “Yeah,” Oaklee’s whimpered permission made me smile, this chick was so hot and sexy, and her reaction to me was enticing and so natural. There was nothing planned or calculated about her; she was as real as you can get a person to be.

  Slipping my hands around to her belly, I grabbed her tank top in my fingers and shoved it up until it was out of my way.

  I was on a mission of seduction.

  “Keep your sexy arse on my crotch, darlin’, but spread your legs over mine for me, yeah?” I murmured seductively while reaching the button on her shorts.

  “Yeah,” she whimpered again, slipping her long legs over to sit on either side of mine, her bum firmly planted on my burgeoning dick. My dick was now so hard, it had its own heartbeat, but this was about relearning Oaklee, not about my own selfish needs. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I wanted in her wet heat so bad I could taste it, but first, I wanted to do this right. We were yet to discuss how we were going to work, how to accomplish that without hurting anyone else in the process. For now, though, getting Oaklee off was much more important.

  “That’s my Temptress,” I crooned as I slid her zipper down, then let out a loud moan when my fingers hit soft hair.

  “Baby, where are your panties?”

  “In the drawer,” she answered, her hips lifting off my arse as I pushed her shorts further down and as her pelvis chased my fingers.

  “Why aren’t you wearing them?” I corrected my question, annoyed that she had been around my mates and the construction crew bare under her pants. On one hand it turned me on, knowing she had been bare working beside me all day, but on the other, pissed that any of the other the men today might have noticed.

  “My jeans were too tight for underwear,” Oaklee panted, lifting her hips again to chase my touch.

  “Mmmm.” Rubbing one finger through the slit between her lips, I groaned at the wetness already gathering there. My dick lengthened against Oaklee’s bare arse, begging to feel her skin to skin, but he wasn’t getting out, not tonight.

  Sliding my free hand up her belly, I bunched her singlet top over her breasts, finding them bare too.

  “Jesus, baby, you really want to be spanked, don’t you?” I growled, resting my chin on her shoulder and looking down at the prettiest breasts I ever had the pleasure of seeing. Oaklee wasn’t overly endowed; her tits were small, a little less than a handful, with juicy extended pale pink nipples. My mouth watered for a taste, but it was impossible to suck her tits and play with her pussy in this position.

  Cupping one perfect mound, I squeezed it gently, capturing the pert nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and massaged it.

  “Cole,” Oaklee moaned, writhing her beautiful bottom into my crotch, her chest pushing further into my hand.

  “Lift baby, I want these shorts completely off so I can see your pussy,” I demanded hotly, biting her lobe, then traced my tongue where my teeth had been.

  Whimpering, Oaklee lifted her hips and hurriedly pushed her shorts down her legs, kicking until one leg sprang free then the other, the garment landing somewhere on the floor.

  “Good girl,” I whispered, licking down the length of her exposed neck, sucking at the delicate skin, not caring that there might be evidence left for anyone to see.

  “Now, put your legs back over mine, open that pussy so I can play with it.”

  Oaklee complied straightaway, her legs shaking as she hooked them over my thighs. Her hands reached up to grip my upper arms, her long fingers curling around my biceps.

  Her body completely open to me; I once again stroked my finger through her soaked folds, only lightly touching her clit then quickly tracing back down again.

  “Don’t tease me, Cole, touch my clit, please,” Oaklee mewled, her head tucked into the crook of my neck, her soft hair feeling like silk on my skin.

  “Oh, Oaklee, I am going to tease you until you are weeping my name and screaming to let you come baby,” I informed her, giving her a little hint of what I had planned for us.

  Spreading her puffy, dewy lips with two fingers, I opened them to my gaze. Even from this viewpoint, I could see what a beautiful cunt she had. Bare, other than a thin strip of soft black hair, it was pink and puffy, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth back on it.

  This time without alcohol impairing my enjoyment.

  “Such a pretty pussy, baby, so wet and slippery,” I praised as I pushed two fingers inside her hole, groaning at the tightness that surrounded them. “So fucking tight, how the fuck did my dick fit inside this tiny hole?” I marvelled, slowly circling them back and forth, soaking up each moan and groan Oaklee made.

  “You got me so wet with your mouth, and it was easier than I anticipated,” Oaklee shared breathily, grinding her pelvis desperately into my palm.

  “Are you trying to hurry me up? Grinding your sweet arse into my dick, making your pussy suck my fingers deeper into you? Is that what you are doing, my Temptress?”

  “Yesssss,” Oaklee moaned, her frustrated tone bringing a smile to my lips.

  “Oh no, not yet baby, I am having too much fun for it to be over just yet,” I laughed deep in my throat. “Give me your mouth, Oaklee, I want to own those moans,” I demanded, not willing to let go of either of my prizes to lift her face myself.

  Twisting her face, Oaklee lifted her mouth and offered her lips to me, which I took without hesitation. Slamming my mouth down, I devoured her with an opened-mouth kiss that was anything but smooth or gentle. With the sounds her slick pussy was making around my fingers and the feeling of her hard bud, my control was about snapped.

  All my finesse was forgotten, the blood in my body circulating down to my engorged dick, making all coherent thought impossible.

  Kissing Oaklee was nothing short of the most spectacular feeling; her tongue slipped against mine, satiny smooth and hot. She licked the inside of my mouth, tasting me, moaning with each lick, making me so hard it was a wonder my dick had not punched a hole in my damn pants. Oaklee was turning my game on me and she had no idea she was doing it. Her perfect reaction to my fingering her the most beautiful thing I have ever been a part of.

  In danger of coming before she did, I pulled my fingers from her hot, wet channel and slid the tips of three fingers up and down her slit, making sure I hit her clit.

  “You render me mindless, baby, the way you react to me, how you kiss me like I am the only man on earth you want your lips on. You really are my temptress, Oaklee.” I couldn’t stop the truth from spilling out. Oaklee broke all my rules, if I could stand I would drop to my knees and worship her forever.

  “You are the only man I want to kiss, Cole. Pl
ease you have to let me come, please,” Oaklee whimpered into my mouth, her teeth scraping on my bottom lip, biting it.

  Quickening my pace, I let go of her nipple and banded my arms across her chest, holding her closer than two humans have ever been.

  “Then come for me Temptress, give me your cream so I can suck it off my fingers,” I commanded, rubbing her clit in fast circles, loving the way her legs shook as her orgasm fought to release.

  “Oh fuck, Cole! I’m gonna come!” Oaklee cried out, her scream echoing in my ear.

  Quickly, I pushed two fingers back into her entrance, as far in as I could get them and curled them to find that sweet spot.

  “Come! Now!” I bellowed just as her inner muscles clenched painfully around my digits and a warm flood of cream spilled from her, covering my fingers and palm. Sinking my teeth into the flesh of her throat, I grunted out my own release, making a mess inside my jeans and boxers.

  Fucking hell, this was not going to make an enjoyable ride home on my bike, I thought absently, not ashamed in any way that I came in my pants like a teen virgin.

  Oaklee’s hot pussy spasmed over and over again, and all I could think was I couldn’t wait until it was my dick being strangled and not my fingers.

  Oaklee’s body shuddered, her body spent as she leaned back into me, her breathing laboured, her mouth open and panting into my neck.

  “I can’t feel my legs,” Oaklee whispered breathily, her satisfied tone bringing a smirk to my lips. Lifting my eyes, I looked at her widely spread legs and winced at how unnaturally open they were. So lost in passion and desperate for her to climax for me, I’d shifted my legs wider apart taking Oaklee’s with me.

  “Fuck, sorry baby.” Hastily I slid my legs back in front of us, turning her so she was side ways on my lap, her legs together, losing the perfect sight of her cum-soaked pussy.

  “Hmmm, s’right,” she hummed, relaxing her head on my pec, one hand laying flat on the other.

  Wrapping an arm over her shoulder, I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply before taking them into my mouth and sucking the exquisite sweet musky cream from them, a moan rumbled deep in my throat as her cream hit my taste buds. Her taste was as unique as the woman herself, and I wanted more and more of her. As much as she chose to gift me with.

  “You came?” Oaklee asked, sounding tired but sated.

  “There was no stopping me, baby, your moans alone could make me come, but with your tight cunt squeezing the life out of my fingers, I had no fucking chance of stopping.”

  Giggling, Oaklee turned her face up to look at me, the dreamy look in her green eyes stroking my ego.

  “Do you want me to—” I leaned down and kissed her lips chastely, cutting her off from offering to suck my dick or perhaps offer me a hand job. Not that I wouldn’t cut off my own arm right now to feel her lips wrapped around my shaft because I so fucking would. Tonight was about small steps, granted getting Oaklee close to naked and finger fucking her wasn’t exactly a first date practice for me, and I was guessing Oaklee, too. But I was only made of flesh and blood, and she was so fucking tempting.

  “No, baby, we have plenty of time for more later on. Don’t think I didn’t get anything from what just happened, Oaklee, what we just did was without a doubt the hottest thing I have ever done with a woman—ouch! What the fuck, Temptress?” I shouted when Oaklee sunk her teeth into my pec muscle, and not in a sexy out of control way; rather, the wanted to inflict pain on me kind of way.

  “Please don’t talk about other women and what you have or haven’t done with them while my girlie bits are still pulsing in orgasmic bliss, Rambo,” Oaklee bit out but soothed the bite with a long, languid lick of her warm tongue.

  “Fully noted,” I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

  “What happens now, Cole, with us?” Oaklee whispered worriedly, no doubt thinking about my promise to my father. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t playing on my mind also, and I would definitely be bullshitting myself if I said I wasn’t worried about it. Dad rarely laid down the law, so when he did, you sat up and took notice and did as you were told. But, like I already admitted, Oaklee had me throwing out the rule book. I wanted her, craved her, needed her.

  No matter the consequences.

  Placing two fingers under her chin, I lifted her face until she gave me her eyes. The depth of her green eyes was so stunning, so brilliant; I had to remind myself to breathe. Her beauty both mesmerised and terrified me, captivating me to the point where I was about to defy the man I honoured and respected more than any person on the planet.

  Dropping my lips to hers, I kissed her with a softness and gentleness only Oaklee could pull from me.

  “We begin, baby; from this second we are now beginning. I just have to figure out what that is going to look like for the immediate future, until I talk to my father.”

  “Not a conversation you want to have just yet, hey?” Oaklee surmised with a grin, but I could see the concern behind her jovial tone.

  “It’s not that, baby, don’t think I don’t want to show you off or anything fucked up like that.” I rushed to assure her. “It’s just that Dad is my hero, and he never asks for anything from us. I need to find out why he warned me off you in the first place and work from there.” Kissing her again, I tried to absorb the worry from her and make it mine. I didn’t want her to worry, to think less of herself or to doubt her worth to me. My feelings for her were real, not a fantasy of a lost night I barely remembered, but real firm feelings I had not had before.

  I wasn’t going to lose that. No fucking way.

  I’d tasted her, heard her moaning for me, felt her come for me. And remembered every second of it this time.

  No promise was going to come between my Temptress and me. Not now.

  CHAPTER TEN

  OAKLEE

  “You’re going for the whole weekend?” Thayer shouted at me from the loungeroom, “The whole weekend?”

  Stuffing a bikini into my duffel bag, I laughed and nodded even though Thayer couldn’t see me.

  “Yes, Thayer. The whole weekend,” I affirmed, looking around my room, making sure I’d packed everything needed for two days at the beach. Cole informed me in a text we will be taking his bike, so I had to pack light.

  Nothing like giving a woman a challenge, Rambo.

  “What am I supposed to do for forty-eight hours while you go have coitus with the hot soldier?” Thayer asked, coming into my room and throwing herself face down on my bed.

  “I mean seriously, Oaks, are you really keeping your relationship secret, not telling anyone in the Club? You two just going to take off every time you want to bang?”

  Thayer had a way about her; I liked to call it as subtle as a house brick to the face. Not one to beat around the bush, she also didn’t know the meaning of how to finesse a conversation. I loved her for it most of the time, especially when it was directed at someone other than me.

  Frowning at my annoying and brash bestie, I slumped down on the bed and sighed.

  “I can always depend on you, Thayer, to say it like it is, but in this case, you are wrong.”

  “Explain it to me again,” Thayer demanded. “How are you in a relationship if you can’t be seen together around his family?”

  “It’s not like it will be forever. Cole and I worked it out last night—”

  “After he gave you an orgasm to end all orgasms,” Thayer interrupted, fanning her hand over her face.

  “Yes, after that,” I replied drolly, regretting telling her the details of my night with Cole. “Anyhoo … we aren’t keeping it a secret forever, just until we have spent some time alone getting to know each other better.” Without being under the microscope of Creed, I added silently.

  When Cole suggested we stay out of the limelight while we began our relationship, I had to admit I jumped on the idea. It puzzled me why Creed would think Cole pursuing me was a bad idea, bad enough to ask his son not to do it. The thought that I might not
be good enough for Cole or was some kind of unneeded problem, in Creed’s opinion, could mess up my recovery. So, spending time with Cole away from prying eyes was more than perfect.

  “Any timeline from the hot, sexy soldier when you will be announcing your coupling?” Thayer asked, twisting her upper body to look at me.

  “Coupling? Seriously, Thay, you slay me with the things you come up with,” I giggled, smacking her lightly on her jean-clad bottom. Today, Thayer was dressed in denim shorts that were one step away from indecent, a leather corset vest, and on her feet, her trusty black military-style boots. My bestie definitely danced to her own beat, and her band was way out there.

  The sound of a motorcycle pulling into the drive interrupted whatever Thayer was about to say. My heart kicked into overdrive as I jumped off the bed and raced to my wardrobe for some shoes appropriate for riding on the back of Cole’s beast of a Harley.

  Rooting around my small selection of foot attire, finding only flats and high heels and one pair of dodgy sneakers, my frustration levels grew until a shoe hit me in the back of my shoulder.

  “Ouch! Thayer!” Reaching down for the boot that just assaulted me, I turned to chuck it back at her when the other one came sailing towards me.

  “Wear these, trust me when I say you don’t want an ankle burn from the exhaust pipe. Hurts like a bitch and scares like a motherfucker.” Pointing at her bare ankle, Thayer showed me a faded welt just above her ankle bone.

  “You’ve been on the back of a motorbike?” I asked, amused and slightly impressed.

  With the grace of a three-legged dog, Thayer rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud, her head hitting the edge of my bedside table as she fell.

  “Thayer!”

  “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she muttered, struggling to her feet, rubbing at her forehead. “Yes, I have been on the back of a bike, no I do not want to go into it. That guy was not one of my finest choices, believe me.”