Edible

by Ella Frank

  “Hello, Rachel.” Tapping his finger on the steering wheel, Cole finally cleared the traffic and let the car power forward. “Rachel? Are you still there?”

  “Yes, I’m here,” she replied, like she was annoyed that she was.

  Cole couldn’t help the twitch of his lips at her tone. “Okay, I was just checking. This is a surprise. How did you get my number?”

  “Do you really care?”

  “No, not really. But you don’t seem to be saying much, so I thought I should fill the silence.”

  “With questions you don’t really care about?”

  “Well, it was that or ask you why you are calling, but I’ve figured out that answer already.”

  He thought he heard her scoff softly before she spoke again.

  “Oh? And why did I call you?”

  Surprised at the feeling of satisfaction he felt at that moment, Cole replied, “Because you want to ask me something obviously.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Oh, come on, Rachel. I hardly think you hunted down my number to make sure I got home alright after Thursday night. It’s Sunday. That’s a wide window of time for something to have happened to me.”

  “Okay, you’re right. I didn’t even think about you after you left Thursday night.”

  “Liar.”

  “Am not.”

  Cole chuckled. “Did you just stick out your tongue as well? You’re lying, Rachel, but that’s okay. You’ll tell me the truth soon enough, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

  Oh hell. This man was god-knows-where, and he had her locked in a bathroom with her hand pressed between her denim-clad legs.

  “And how do you plan to do that?” she whispered, surprising herself by how much she wanted to know.

  “Rachel, I am not going to sit in my car and talk you into an orgasm. If you wait and show me that you have some kind of self-discipline, I’ll give you one in person.”

  Immediately, she removed her hand. She clenched her teeth and shook her head. She hated that she was already doing what he asked.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she questioned as she clutched the phone tightly.

  “No, I don’t think so. Are you?”

  “No, I’m not, but you promised not to touch me.”

  During the silence that followed, she felt her heart start to thump faster with each second she waited. One, two, three, and then his voice slid through the phone with a carnal promise.

  “I don’t need to touch you to make you come, Rachel. You have hands, don’t you? Just wait, so I can watch. Tonight at ten. I’ll see you where we first met.”

  She was about to reply, but as her mouth parted, the call ended.

  Then, there was a loud banging on the bathroom door.

  “Rachel! You okay in there?”

  She jumped up as though her ass was on fire. Clutching the phone to her pounding chest, she moved to the door and unlocked it to find Shelly standing in front of her, her brow arched.

  “Yep, I’m great. Look, I’ve got to run,” Rachel said quickly as she brushed past Shelly.

  She briskly walked through the hallway into the living room. Rachel picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and then waved to everyone before she headed to the front door.

  “Rach, wait up!” Mason called to her as he got off the couch.

  He followed her out the door to the elevator. Pressing the button, she looked up at her brother and tried for a genuine smile. It was best not to let him see the holy-shit feelings currently pumping throughout her entire body.

  “Rach? What the hell?” Mason asked, stopping beside her. “You’ve been acting so strange lately. Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, I know things have been stressful, but…well, you’re acting a little more—”

  “A little more what, Mase? Crazy? Harebrained?”

  Shaking his head, he reached out and pulled her into a hug. “No, none of that. You just seem so different lately. I can’t put my finger on it. Even your usual crazy has been different.”

  Leaning back, Rachel looked up at him and patted his chest. He smoothed a comforting hand down her hair and picked up the ends.

  “What color is this going to be tomorrow?”

  Without missing a beat, she told him, “Red streaks.”

  When the elevator arrived, Mason reluctantly released her. “That’s a vivid choice.”

  Stepping into the empty space, Rachel hit the lobby button and wiggled her brows. “I’m feeling particularly daring. See you tomorrow, Mase.”

  “Night, Rach. Be careful.”

  As the doors swooshed closed, she promised, “Always.”

  It was nine fifty in the evening, and Rachel was exactly where she had been the first time she had met Cole at the bar in Whipped.

  After rushing home from Josh and Shelly’s, she had spent the afternoon dyeing her hair. She loved the final look. Throughout her black hair, chunks of red were loud and flashy. It reflected the way she was feeling right now.

  Rachel had pulled her hair back into a sleek tight ponytail. She had a deep crimson gloss on her lips with smoky dramatic eyes to match. All afternoon, she had debated on what she would wear to meet up with Cole again.

  Do I want to make him work for it? Or do I want this to be an easy conquest?

  In the end, she had decided on her black leather miniskirt with the silver zipper that ran from top to bottom in the center, and she had paired it with a red-and-black lace corset.

  Sure, the outfit was minimal, but in the end, it gave off the right message. What exactly is that message? Well, that’s easy.

  You think you can keep your hands off this, Cole? Prove it.

  The minute he stepped into the club, Cole let his eyes move over the sea of people. It was amazing how not one of them even registered as being worth his time. Focused on one thing only, he searched for the reason he was here tonight.

  He moved deeper into the main crush, and that was when he spotted her. He thanked every fucking entity he could think of because she was standing there, expecting him. The alternative would have been to just drag her off somewhere and introduce himself in the most intimate way imaginable. His tongue in her mouth came to mind.

  That wasn’t necessary though because the woman standing at the bar with her elbows resting on it was staring directly at him. Like a magnet, her smoky eyes pulled him through the gyrating bodies until he reached the other side. He was now only steps away from her. Letting his eyes run down over her, Cole had to consciously hold himself back. The woman standing in front of him was just his type. And I plan to show her I am hers. The only thing that would have made the situation better was if everyone in the room would get the fuck out.

  She was dressed in the same tiny black skirt she had been wearing the first time he had seen her and a corset that looked more like an expensive piece of lingerie.

  She seems to like those.

  That wasn’t what was killing him though. Around her neck was a pretty little piece of black satin. She had tied it into a small bow, making a choker out of it.

  Fuck.

  Clenching his hands by his sides, he finally brought his eyes back to her provocative stare. That was when she arched an insolent brow, like she wasn’t affected by him at all, and then she turned to face the bar, giving him a fantastic view of her backside. Her long legs were encased in sheer black stockings with a bold seam running up the center of each leg and ending somewhere beneath the skirt that was barely covering her ass.

  Moving up beside her, Cole rested his arms on the surface of the bar and turned to face her. If she wants to play games, then let the games begin.

  Rachel was trying to regain her composure.

  Watching Cole stalk through the crowd toward her while she remained where she was, trying to appear cool, calm, and collected, had taken every ounce of her concentration and willpower.

  All black. He was dressed in all black, and when contrasted with that sexy blond hair, the impact was so effective t
hat Rachel had to remind herself not to beg him to take her.

  Turning to face him, she saw he was resting against the bar, staring at her. As their eyes collided, she felt the thrill of anticipation zing up her spine. Without a word, he moved closer, trailing a finger along the cool surface. It drew her eyes, distracting her, just as he knew it would.

  He moved to stand behind her, and without touching an inch of her skin, he spoke clearly and concisely into her ear. “Come.”

  Rachel turned her head as he moved away from her. Narrowing her eyes, she watched him walk around the bar without a backward glance. Taking a deep breath, she tried to gather her wits as she followed. She rounded the end of the bar and saw the corridor that led down to the private rooms at Whipped. Although she’d known about the rooms, she had never been in them.

  Do I really want this? Do I even know what the hell I’m doing? This all started from what? Fear and boredom. I’m not sure I’m ready for someone like him.

  As she took two tentative steps into the dim hall, she heard The Pretty Reckless overhead singing “Make Me Wanna Die” from the speakers.

  God the guitar at the beginning gets me every time. So damn sexy, add in my current ache and—Jesus where did the man go?

  She gathered her courage and took several more steps. She was shocked when Cole appeared from a side alcove, making her take a step back. He didn’t touch her, but with each forward step he took, she took one step back until she was in an alcove opposite from the one he had been standing in.

  Rachel’s back came up against the wall, and even though he still had not touched her, she recognized the stirrings of fear as Cole moved closer. He raised his arms and placed his hands by her head, his palms resting on the wall, as he locked eyes with her in an all-too-familiar stance.

  Oh shit. He really isn’t going to touch me, Rachel thought as she looked him over.

  Just as she was about to confirm it, she thought better and decided to just take. Keeping her eyes on his, she reached out and ran her index finger from his neck to the buttons of his black shirt. When she got to the center of his chest, she trailed her finger over to his nipple and the bar she now knew was under there, running her finger against the fabric and the hard piercing beneath.

  That is such a turn-on, she thought, raising her eyes to his. As she continued to play with it, she asked, “You aren’t going to talk?”

  “Oh, I plan to talk,” he acknowledged.

  He shifted his feet as she reached up with her other hand and pressed her finger to his other nipple.

  “You like them, don’t you? It’s okay to admit it now that you’re about to come, and I’m about to watch you while you do.”

  “Are you always so sure of yourself?”

  “Yes,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation. “Undo my shirt, Rachel. Stop playing this coy little game, and take what you want.”

  “Is that what you do?”

  “Play coy? Never,” he confirmed.

  Her eyes dropped to her fingers as they rapidly started undoing his shirt. “You’re very clever at twisting and playing with my words.”

  “That’s what I do. My job requires me to twist words and to know when someone is trying to bullshit me.”

  When she reached the final button, she pulled his shirt apart, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. Seeing him was such a sinful shock. Being this close to him, she couldn’t stop herself from staring, but now wasn’t the time to look. It was time to act.

  Placing her hands on his stomach, she smoothed her palms up his body until she reached the small metal bars. “And that’s what you think I’m doing—bullshitting you?”

  His jaw flexed as she ran her fingers over his nipples.

  “I think you’re confused.”

  Fixing her eyes on his, she pinched one of the nipples she was playing with. “Oh? And what am I confused about?”

  Lowering his head, Cole warned her, “Be careful with what you’re doing there. Do you really think that hurts or bothers me? If you twist it a little harder, you might not like my reaction.”

  “You told me to,” she pointed out.

  “That’s right, Rachel. I told you to do it. I allowed you to touch me, didn’t I?”

  As what he was saying sank in, her frustration and annoyance caught up with her, and she twisted his nipple harder. Instantly, he crowded in, standing against her so close that her hands were pressed between his bare chest and her breasts. His hands were still by her head, and as she looked up at him, he stared down at her with feverish eyes.

  “That wasn’t very nice. Why did you do it?”

  “You said you wouldn’t touch me,” she blurted out, feeling trapped.

  “I’m not touching you. My hands are on the wall. Your hands are actually touching me. Now, Rachel, answer me. Why did you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “You know what. Don’t make me repeat the question again.”

  “Or what?” she asked incredulously.

  “Answer me, Rachel,” he growled.

  “I was annoyed that you tricked me. I’m frustrated!” she spat out.

  “Good. So am I,” he pointed out. “Stop playing this silly fucking game with me, and tell me what you want.”

  Rachel could feel her rapid breathing pushing her breasts against her hands and his bare chest. Licking her lips, she stood frozen. She knew what she wanted, but she couldn’t find the courage to voice it. That didn’t seem to be a problem for Cole though.

  “I only want to give you what you want, Rachel.” He rubbed his chest against her arms. “Don’t you want to get what you want?”

  Blinking up at him, Rachel parted her mouth as he lowered his head. She felt the tip of his tongue tracing her lips while he kept his hands planted by her head, still not touching her.

  “I want to do that down between your legs. Don’t you want that?”

  Cole was so fucking hard that he was surprised he hadn’t busted through the zipper on his pants. Rachel’s face was a study of hunger and longing. Her mouth parted, she looked ravenous, yet she couldn’t seem to say one damn thing.

  He could tell she was aroused because her breathing had accelerated, pushing her hands up and down more rapidly against his bare chest. He would also bet all his money on the fact that she was now wet and warm between those sexy thighs. He wanted between her thighs so badly that his cock was actually starting to hurt.

  “Have you ever been in one of these rooms, Rachel?” Cole almost laughed from the expression that crossed her face, but he didn’t want to lose the moment they were in. “You want to know a secret?” he asked, lowering his mouth to her ear. “Neither have I. I don’t want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every single thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to.” Biting her earlobe, he then added, “And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you.”

  Moving back to her mouth, Cole greedily followed her tongue with his as she licked her lips. She groaned and pushed her body forward. She wasn’t trying to dislodge him; she was trying to get closer.

  “How close are you?” he demanded, biting her slick lower lip as he rubbed himself against her. When no answer came, he released her and confessed, “You smell so fucking tempting. I can’t wait to get between your legs.”

  “Oh god.” Moaning, she closed her eyes.

  Squirming against him, she extricated a hand from between them and slid it down. Moving back a few inches, Cole let his gaze drop, and he cursed when he watched her pull the zipper on her skirt from the bottom up.

  She pushed her hand up under the leather and hissed as she obviously got her fingers where she wanted them. “Yes! I agree.”

  “Clarify.” He moved back in close to her, trapping her eager hands between them.

  She raised her other hand to his nipple and twisted the piercing.

  “Rachel,” he growled. With
his hands still against the fucking wall, he glared down at her. Goddamn it.

  “Yes,” she keened.

  “Yes to what?”

  “Yes to my orgasm, and yes to whatever else you just said,” she agreed desperately. Closing her eyes, she began fucking her hand as she played with his nipple.

  Cole almost found the situation humorous as Rachel tipped her head back and came with a loud scream.

  Un-fucking-real. She is totally uninhibited, he thought. This is going to be fun.

  As her eyes opened, she focused on him, giving him a lazy self-satisfied smile. She released his now tender flesh with a condescending pat over his wolf tat on his chest.

  As though she had broken the orgasmic spell she had dragged him under, he softly asked in a menacing tone, “Satisfied?”

  She gave him a smug look. “Very.”

  Cole dropped his hands from the wall and pinned her to it with his stare. “Good. Now, it’s time to negotiate.”

  “Negotiate?” Rachel asked, managing to push the word past the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat.

  Her eyes tracked Cole’s movements as he began to button his shirt from the top down.

  “Yes, negotiate. You didn’t think this was over, did you?” he inquired, gesturing between the two of them.

  Rachel didn’t know what to think as she stared at him, slack-jawed. All she could remember was his voice offering to do dirty, sexual things to her, and it was making her nerves start to tingle all over again.

  Is a possible second orgasm on the table? If so, count me in.

  “No, I can see that you’re starting to know me better than that. You see,” he informed in a voice that sounded far too calculating, “I never leave a negotiation until I get what I came for.”

  Rachel finally removed her hand from between her thighs as his perceptive eyes glanced down there.

  “Did it feel good?” Now that his shirt was in order, he took a step back toward her.

  “Well, it certainly wasn’t awful,” she told him in a caustic tone.

  Placing his left hand on the wall by her head, he raised his right hand to where she could see it. “I can make it feel even better. Let me touch you.”