by Kat Ransom
“I know, come on. Mila will tell him to meet you in his room. He just needs to get checked out, all right?”
Liam leads me into Cole’s private room in the motorhome, and I dry my eyes and take deep breaths. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. I’m sure I’m acting like a dramatic cow, but it was so violent, so fast.
Cole’s room is on the second story of the motorhome. It’s small but efficient with a bed, desk, mirror, and a small closet. One wall is floor-to-ceiling privacy glass that I know no one can see in.
Liam sits with me on Cole’s little bed as I collect myself and calm down. He’s saying that everything is okay, that it’s okay to be scared, and I know he’s being kind. But I just need to see Cole.
It feels like hours pass, though I know it’s only been minutes when the door flies open.
I don’t think. I launch myself into Cole, throw my arms around his neck, and my tears and sobs become hysterical again. He wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me up so he can take a few steps into the room. Liam moves around us, I hear Cole thank him, and he closes the door.
“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok,” Cole holds me and runs his hand down my back. He’s soaking wet, and I’m squeezing him so hard I could break his ribs.
His ribs.
I pull back out of his arms and frantically run my hands and eyes all over him, his arms, his torso, his shoulders, his face. I tear at his race suit to get it open. I need to know he’s not hurt.
“Em,” he takes my head in both his hands and lowers his face to peer into my eyes, “I’m ok. I’m ok.”
“Cole,” I whimper, my eyes filled with burning tears.
He presses his lips to mine, soft but lingering. I cling to his neck. He kisses me, sweetly again, “It’s okay.”
“I could have lost you,” I choke out.
“Impossible,” he pecks me again and wipes my tears away. He pushes my wet hair back behind my ears, his eyes inspecting mine.
“Are you really okay?” I go back to running my hands over his chest and arms.
He turns with me and sits on the edge of his bed, pulling me to stand between his legs, “I’m ok now,” he smiles and kisses me sweetly again with his hands on my hips.
So many little kisses, they slow my heartbeat yet speed it up in a different way.
Tracing my hands over his face, my thumbs brush though the stubble along his jaw. His deep indigo eyes follow mine. I can’t look away. It’s like stepping back in time when everything was stable and good, and I felt safe and loved. When I felt complete.
I could have lost him. I have Cole in my hands, after all of these years, everything I’ve ever wanted, and I could have lost him again.
I lean forward and drag my lips over his, kiss the corners of his mouth softly, kiss the hard ridge of his jaw.
I need him like the air I breathe. I don’t need to think about it, thinking has done me no good over the past six years. I just need this man.
Working my fingers through his drenched hair, I press into him, and our lips collide. I ease my tongue into his mouth, desperate for more of him, and as soon as I do, Cole’s arms drag me in, and he takes over. As hard as I’m pushing, he’s pulling, our lips and tongues a frenzy of need.
All I can feel is electricity surging through me, a fundamental life-need to have his skin against mine and be utterly owned by this man. His hands sweep through my hair, and he jerks my neck back, his hot tongue caressing me. He bites the sensitive skin between my neck and collarbone, and sparks ignite inside me.
His breath is ragged, and I’m desperate to inhale all the oxygen I need. I reach a hand between us and cup his cock, hard and thick pressing inside his race suit.
“Cole,” I moan as I squeeze him tighter. His grip in my hair intensifies, his lips racing over every inch of my throat.
“You want this, Em?” He growls into my neck.
“Yes,” I pant.
His hands drop from my hair, and he pulls my shirt over my head. He drags me back between his legs and rips my bra down to expose both my breasts.
I clutch his head as he sucks one nipple into his mouth, swirls around it with his tongue, then drags his teeth across it gently. Every cell in my body begins to hum.
He moves to the other nipple as I throw my head back and claw at the base of his neck. Sliding my hands across his broad shoulders, I start ripping open his race suit and push it off his shoulders.
I grumble at the fire suit underneath and claw at it to get it over his head.
He stands and pulls the white undershirt over his head. I’m tremor stricken by the look in his eye, the way he’s sizing me up. I take a step backward like an antelope retreating from a lion staring it down. His shoulders are heaving, and his skin is glistening with rain. A bead of water runs from his wet hair down the side of his neck.
His eyes are traveling the full length of my body, and when they meet mine again, I take one more step back. I bite my lip and whimper for him.
Come get me, Cole.
A mischievous grin spreads across his face, his jaw ticks, and then he’s on me.
He slams me up against the far, glass wall, and my body responds before my mind can catch up to it. I hitch a leg up onto his hip and dig my hands into his hair as he sets to attacking my neck. Teeth snap the sensitive skin, and then his tongue soothes the sting.
I cannot control my moans and gasps until he covers my mouth with his. He has a hand behind my knee, and I’m digging into the back of his thigh with my ankle like I can climb him and get closer.
He’s pushing me so hard into the wall, grinding his pelvis into me, and I can feel his hard length pushing on my belly. He runs a hand behind my head and grabs a fistful of my hair, using it to hold my mouth still so he can kiss me like he needs to.
He’s so hard and forceful and animalistic. I’m whining and groaning and whimpering into him, every cell in my body begging for him. I think he’s pinning me to the wall so hard that my feet are off the ground.
“Oh god,” my head hits the glass wall when I jerk in pleasure at the warm heat of his mouth, and his tongue circling my nipple. Not losing a beat, his hand shoots up behind my head, and he cushions it from banging into the wall again.
That small gesture of protection, his measure of control needed to notice something so insignificant amidst this inferno, it’s too much. “Cole, I want you.”
He rocks his hardness into me and looks me in the eye, “Yeah? Tell me what you want, gorgeous girl.”
I’m speechless, unable to move my eyes away from his, as his warm palm skates down my throat onto my chest, and his thumb flicks over a hard nipple. “You want me to kiss you here?”
“Yes,” I arch my back toward him as his mouth sucks my nipple in.
His hands trace over my stomach, and he unbuttons my pants. The zipper comes down, he slips his fingers into my panties, and he cups my pussy. I jerk upward. “You want my fingers here?”
“Yes,” I whine and writhe.
“Get this shit off.” He tugs my pants and panties down in one swift tug. I kick off my shoes and step out of everything. He snaps my bra off, his eyes running up and down my naked body.
“Cole, please,” I whisper. I can’t stand him not touching me. His eyes are telling me he’s going to do filthy things to me, and I want them badly.
“You need to get fucked, gorgeous girl?” His black and green race suit is still dangling from his hips, his chest naked, sculpted. A perfect dark trail of hair leads my eyes from abs to the distinctive bulge in his pants.
I nod at him, bite my lip, and slide my hand from a breast down the length of my body until I slip my fingers inside my slick folds.
He pulls my hand away and sucks my fingers into his mouth, “This belongs to me.” He cleans my fingers off, then spins me around and pushes me face-forward into the glass wall.
His cock presses against me from behind. His arms wrap around me, and one hand returns to my pussy as his fingers slip inside. “Oh, god,” I moan as his f
ingers swirl across my clit.
“You want me to fuck you up against this window, baby? In front of all those people out there?” He takes my chin in his other hand and makes me look where there are dozens of people below us, ten feet away.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he’s going to make me come in two-seconds just from his fingers and talking to me like this. I look down on the people below us and can’t believe I am doing this, but I have never wanted anything more.
It feels filthy, and I can’t get enough.
His foot spreads my legs, then two hard fingers plunge inside me. My body heaves against his, and he pushes me forward into the glass, his fingers sliding back and forth inside me. Guttural moans and gasps escape my lungs.
His thumb starts rubbing my clit, and I brace myself on the window as my thighs start shaking. “Come on my fingers, Em. Ride my fucking hand.”
“Oh god, Cole, they’re going to see us,” I gasp and look at all the people just outside under their umbrellas.
“As wet as this pussy is, I’d say you like it,” he licks up the side of my neck and bites my earlobe.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
“Yeah, you want to be a bad girl?” He bites my shoulder while his thumb keeps working my clit.
“Yes.” So bad, I want to be so very, very bad.
“Bad girl like you were at that club in that fucking green dress?” He adds a third finger, and I clench and gasp, his hand is slamming into me so hard, his middle finger hitting that perfect spot inside. His left arm wraps around my neck and shoulder, and he holds me tight against him.
“That… that was you,” I whisper and remember the night I thought I saw him. But I’m so close to coming I can’t think straight.
“It was always me, Em,” his thumb pushes down harder, and I lose control as an earthquake overtakes me, tremors rip through me, and I dig into his forearm that’s still working my clit.
Cole’s left-hand rises to cover my mouth as I scream and pant his name, and then my legs turn to jelly, and I go weak.
He catches me and spins me around to deposit me on the bed. Scooting up onto the bed, I try to pull him over me, but he pulls my legs back down off the side of the mattress. He pushes my legs open and kneels on the floor between them.
My breath is ragged as Cole starts kissing his way up my inner thighs.
“Were you thinking about me when you fucked him?” He nips me.
“I, I didn’t.”
His tongue caresses my folds, and I just came thirty-seconds ago, but I need more of him. I pull his head into me, but he grabs my wrists and holds them against the bed.
“No?”
I shake my head, my hair twisting up and covering my face.
“Why not?”
I raise my hips up, desperate for his mouth, he flattens his tongue and makes one slow swipe through me.
“He wasn’t you.”
He growls and buries his head between my thighs, kisses me all over.
“More,” I plead.
“I waited six years to taste this perfect, wet pussy again, Em. I’ll take my fucking time,” He takes one slow pass through me again. “I’m gonna lick and taste until you’re begging to come on my face.”
“Oh god,” I pant and fall back to the bed as he starts lapping at me, running his tongue up and down from my entrance to my clit. “When, when did you get so filthy?”
This is like Advanced Dirty Talk, compared to the 101-level course we took together so long ago.
He covers my whole core with his mouth for a second, his tongue flicking back and forth across my clit. Then he pauses and looks up at me over my heaving chest, “When you taught me, the way you blushed and got so wet for me the first time I took you.”
Oh, hell.
He wraps my legs around his shoulders and holds my thighs as I raise my pelvis and push against him. The stubble along his jaw adds to the delicious friction between us, and when he thrusts three fingers inside of me, it’s a magical blend of pleasure and pain coursing through me.
He sucks my clit into his mouth I buck into him. He grips my thigh so hard I’m going to have bruises tomorrow, but god I want them. He pushes me back onto the bed with his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my calves locking up and clenching around him.
He moans into me and fucks me harder with his hand, sending my whole body rocking back and forth on the tiny bed. In two more flicks of that magic tongue, I’m quaking and squeezing his head between my thighs, my hips pivoting off the bed.
“Oh fuck, Cole. Yes, oh god,” I thrash my head back and forth, and he has to release my thigh to cover my mouth again so that every person in this paddock does not hear me screaming his name.
As the shudders and aftershocks run through me, Cole stands and pulls his fingers out of me. He traces them over my sweaty body, runs two fingers across my lips, then pushes them into my mouth.
He leans over me and kisses me with his fingers still in my mouth, the taste of my arousal swirling between us. He kisses me languid and slow and returns his hand to my pussy, cupping it in his palm as we come down.
“Bare now,” he smiles against my mouth.
“Mm, you like?”
“Fucking love it, gorgeous girl.”
Every time he calls me that I feel a rush of warmth inside me. It’s like slipping into a warm embrace, a cocoon of security and love.
“I need to shower and meet with the team. Take a nap,” Cole kisses me gently, sweetly, then stands up.
“You’re leaving?” I sit up and look at the bulge still very much present in his race suit.
He watches me while he reaches into his pants and adjusts himself. I’m wholly insatiable, and seeing him so hard, touching himself in front of me, I want him inside of me.
“I’ll be back. Sleep, baby.”
He pecks me on the forehead then slips out the door.
I fall back against his pillow and sigh, then tuck myself into his blanket, bringing it tight up under my chin. All of his bedding smells like him, and I’m so exhausted from the cold, the rain, the accident, and the best orgasms I’ve had in six years that I fall asleep within moments.
Fourteen
Cole
Not even Stanley Fuckface Ballentine can knock me off my cloud today.
I’ve given my girl multiple orgasms. The first two in my room in the motorhome yesterday. She rode my face in her hotel room last night and passed out before her head even hit the pillow. And this morning, there was an incident involving my fingers inside her pants in the company car that would only be described by HR as exceedingly inappropriate.
“You’re pathetic, man,” Dante shoves me in the shoulder as we walk to the garage to start the race today. The team worked all night to rebuild my car, and we’re good to go.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, you’d be smiling, too,” I keep grinning as we head into the garage.
“Yeah, that’s never happening.”
Liam hands me my helmet in the back of the garage, and I give Dante some more shit before I check my helmet. It takes me a minute, but then I find it hidden inside the Imperium logo, which fades into an American flag, EW.
I’m not putting it on yet today, though.
“Engineer Emily Walker,” I call through the garage. Emily’s head spins from her stool in front of her computer station, and she turns bright red. “Ms. Walker, I have a question about my tires,” I bellow and try to keep a straight face.
Liam snorts and leaves me alone to my antics.
“What are you doing?” Emily shushes me, and I pull her into me and kiss her like today’s our last day on earth.
“Okay, that’s out of the way now." I pull my helmet on and start strapping it down, all the while staring at her expectantly.
“You’re ridiculous,” she smirks.
I roll my hand that she should get on with it.
“Good luck, have fun, go fast…come back to me.”
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,
baby,” I wink at her.
She pulls my head down and kisses my helmet where my mouth is hidden behind it. Hell, I like that a lot.
I walk to my car to get in and see that fucking Stan is harassing Liam. He’s got a beer in his hand, which he can’t even have in here, and Liam’s trying to get him out the door. I’ve had enough of this guy’s shit. He doesn’t get to infect and ruin things again, anymore.
No more.
It’s a new goddamn day.
“Get the fuck out, or I’ll put you out, old man.” I bark at him through my helmet.
Liam puts his hands between us even though I’m perfectly in control.
“I’ll deal with it,” he tells me.
“Don’t you talk to me like that, boy” Stan slurs his words and staggers.
“Call security,” I look at Liam and zip up my race suit.
“Security? You can’t call security on me! They know who I am.”
I snicker and begin putting on my race gloves. Fuck this guy, he’s not worth busting my knuckles up for. He’s not worth much of anything. Security can bounce his ass out.
“Come on, Stan, let me take you up to hospitality. We’ve got a keg of local beer tapped. It’s good shit.” Liam puts a hand around Stan’s shoulders and tries to herd him out.
“Yeah, okay,” Stan mumbles and looks at me like I’m the biggest piece of shit on earth. He’s told me that enough times, I know the look.
“Liam?” I call to him as he escorts my drunken sperm donor away. He turns his head, and I point to my eyes then point to Emily.
He nods. He knows I don’t want Stan anywhere near my girl ever again. His drunk ass had better be on a plane by the time this race is over. I can deal with a lot of things, but I won’t tolerate him near Emily.
I make a mental note to give Liam a bonus for dealing with this trash. Maybe bring his family in for the next race or something.
Emily has seen Stan be led away, but I don’t think she could have heard us, so I just wink again and give her a thumbs up, then climb into the car.
Fuck you, Stan. Not today.
The track is dry today, the sun is out, and the car is, for once, doing exactly what it should. I’m sure that’s, in no small part, thanks to our sexy new engineer. I freaking love this track, one of the all-time classics. Flat-out corners, long straights, elevation changes—it’s perfection.
