by Nicole York
If Cole could resist her in this, he’d not only surprise her, but he’d damage her ego as well. She prayed like hell that wasn’t how this night ended. She’d never been rejected before and last night hadn’t felt good for her. Tonight would end differently. She’d show him who was really in charge and she’d make him want her so fucking badly he wouldn’t dare turn her away again.
She clenched her jaw as one of the doormen lifted the red velvet rope sectioning her off from the front doors.
Cameron thanked him with a nod and moved up to the doors, where she flashed her ID and was invited in to stop and have her picture taken and her ID checked one more time. She breathed in the sweaty smell of the club mixed with the sharp scent of booze and everyone’s mixing perfumes and colognes.
It wasn’t a bad smell, but it wasn’t great either.
Cameron strutted into the place like she owned it. Her hips swayed and her heels clapped against the floor. The music nearly drowned out the sound of her approach, but the bartender, the charming brunette who reminded her of a youthful and more buff James Dean, saw her coming. He smiled, looked her up and down, and whistled.
“Please tell me you want to taste us all before you settle for Cole,” the bartender said.
Cameron smiled. That was more like it. Here was a man who could appreciate what she had to offer. “Sorry, handsome,” she said. “I’m here for one man. Could you point me in his direction?”
The bartender scanned the crowd. Cameron only had to wait ten seconds or so before his eyes narrowed. He pointed down the dark hallway on the other side of the bar. At the opposite end, she could see the red glowing exit sign. Beneath it was the silhouette of a broad-shouldered hunk.
Cole.
She turned to the bar. “Two shots of tequila please.”
“Cole can’t drink on shift,” the bartender said.
“I’m not buying his ass a drink,” she said. “They’re both for me.”
“I like your style.” The bartender poured her two shots. He offered her lemon wedges but she shook her head. She wasn’t a pussy. The liquor was just a means to an end. What she was after was the result. It would dull her nerves and heighten her boldness.
And she was going to need all the boldness she could get.
Cameron tossed the shots back.
One.
Two.
She smacked her lips and grimaced against the burn.
The bartender watched her the entire time with a smile on his lips. “Another?”
“No thank you.”
“Suit yourself. You know where to find me if that big idiot turns you down.”
Cameron flashed him her most dazzling smile before turning on her heel away from the bar and making her way down the length of it to the dark hallway. Cole still stood down there. He was outside a doorway, one hand braced against the frame, and whoever he was talking to made him laugh. She watched as he threw his head back in good humor.
When he straightened, he must have heard the clicking of her heels against the floors because he looked her way. For a moment, he didn’t process what he was seeing. Then his gaze turned dark.
Cameron stopped just outside the pocket of light that lit up the hallway from the room Cole was standing in front of, which she now realized was nothing more than a storage closet. “I need to talk to you,” she said.
Cole raked a hand through his hair. “No.”
Whoever was inside the storage room chuckled. He stepped out, a burly dark-featured man with tattoos and a thick beard, and nodded at Cameron. “Miss White,” he purred. “Take it easy on the kid, won’t you? He doesn’t have much sense.”
“So I’ve come to realize,” she said.
The bearded man slipped past her, leaving her alone in the hallway with Cole, who looked both ways as if there might be someone coming to his aid.
Cameron rolled her eyes. “Nobody is coming to save you.”
“I don’t need saving.”
“Then why do you look like a scared little boy?”
Cole’s jaw flexed. With catlike reflexes, he reached out, grabbed her upper arm, and hauled her into the storage closet. He slammed the door closed behind him and spun her around before forcing her back a step and releasing her. She stumbled and collapsed against the back wall, where Cole moved in quickly to press a knee between her thighs and keep her in place.
“You are an insufferable woman,” he grated.
“You didn’t find me insufferable when your cock was ten inches inside me.”
His eyes danced back and forth between hers. “What do you want, Cameron?”
Finally.
Cameron rolled her hips and her panties rubbed against the denim of his jeans. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I already did that.”
“I want more,” she purred. “I want to come again. I want to hear you moan.”
He clamped a hand over her mouth. “Damn it, woman. Enough. I’m not your plaything. You don’t want any of this. You like the idea of me. When you pull back the curtain and you see the whole picture, you won’t like what I am.”
Cameron tore his hand away from her mouth and knew her lipstick was smeared. Prick. “I don’t give a damn who you are.”
Cole frowned.
She nudged the straps of her dress down and let them fall off her shoulders. Nothing kept the dress up but her tits, and all she had to do to change that was shimmy it down. “I don’t care what you’ve done or what you have left to do,” Cameron breathed. “All I care about is that we’re alone right now, and that’s all we need to make each other feel like we’re on fire.”
“Is that what you want?” Cole asked. His voice was hoarse and strained, and he leaned in close. His breath was hot against the side of her neck as he nudged her face to the side. Her breathing hitched and fluttered and her chest rose and fell in desperate, uneven swells. Cole ran a finger along the hem of her dress, tracing her cleavage, and paused. “You want to burn?”
“Yes.”
They crashed together like they had last night. Cameron’s breath was stolen as Cole crushed her against the wall. His strong body practically smothered her but she loved the weight of him, loved the way that he was all she could feel and see. He consumed her senses as he held her face in her hands and forced her head back. He released her to tear her dress down, exposing her breasts. She moaned softly against his lips in response to finally getting what she was after, and he dropped to a knee.
She watched as he lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder. She balanced on one foot, her six-inch heel not making the job all that easy as he pushed her dress up over her hips so that the red fabric sat all bunched up around her waist.
She hadn’t bothered wearing any panties and Cole seemed to like this little surprise a lot. A hungry, ravenous sound escaped him before he leaned in and sealed his lips over her pussy. Cameron let out a sigh of relief. Her head fell back against the wall and her eyes closed. She bit her bottom lip and rolled her hips, grinding herself against his mouth as his tongue flicked over her clit.
Cole eased two fingers inside her.
“Yes,” she moaned. She clawed at the wall at her back, wishing there was something to cling to. Finding nothing, she plunged her fingers into the only thing within reach: Cole’s hair. His tongue swirled and he suckled and licked until she couldn’t take it anymore. Right when she thought she was about to burst open, he stopped and stood up. He sucked his two fingers clean and undid his jeans while Cameron’s head spun.
He pointed at the floor.
Cameron’s brows drew together. What did he want from her?
Cole grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward, and pulled her down, forcing her to her knees. He backed her up so she was against the wall. He dropped his pants and pulled his boxers down around his thighs. His cock sprang free and Cameron wondered for a brief moment if this had been a good idea after all.
Cole wasn’t giving her a chance to back out. He stepped in even closer, blocking e
verything from view, and took a fistful of her hair. “Open your mouth,” he demanded.
She did as she was told. She had a feeling disobeying wasn’t an option. Not now.
Cole pressed his cock to her tongue and filled her mouth with his cock. She worried she wouldn’t be able to take it, but he took his time. His cock pressed against the back of her throat and she looked up at him as he began working himself in and out of her mouth.
Unable to help herself, she spread her legs, reached down, and rubbed her pussy.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Cole grated.
She moaned around his thickness. She loved worshiping his cock like this. He was the drug she needed. She longed for him to push her further. She could take it.
He pushed her hair off her forehead and planted both hands on the wall above her. She stayed where she was and let him fuck her throat harder until she could no longer get any breaths in. It got sloppy. Cole groaned above her and hung his head. Her lungs ached for air to the point where she started to feel a little bit frightened. When would he decide she’d had enough? Did he have that kind of self-control?
Right when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Cole stepped back and jerked her to her feet. He wiped her mouth, turned her around, and slapped her ass. She whimpered. There were still welts on her ass cheeks from him spanking her last night. He let out a deep, satisfied chuckle before spinning her back to face him. She was a breathless trembling mess as he backed her up against the wall one more time and held her there with a hand on each upper arm.
His grip was like a vise, excruciatingly delicious.
He arched his hips toward her and ran his cock along her pussy a few times before pressing inside her. She moaned as he filled her up and she felt as full as she had last night. She savored the feeling as he began fucking her slowly.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.
Cameron nodded.
“I can’t hear you, baby.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s what I wanted.”
She spread her legs a little farther for him. He fucked her like that until he edged her again. He pushed her back down on her knees and told her to stick her ass in the air for him. She did, and he plunged back inside her.
She cried out as he pressed into places she’d never been touched before. Her orgasm stole her breath away and she writhed in silent ecstasy beneath him as he fucked her hard and deep, his thighs slapping against her ass. She clawed at the concrete floor, not giving a damn that her manicure was being ruined as her own juices ran down her inner thighs. Cole growled behind her, grabbed her hair, pulled her up onto her knees, and pressed his cock into her mouth right before he blew his load.
Cameron shook in the throes of her orgasm as he filled her throat with silky warmth.
Cole stepped back when he was done and leaned against the door as he caught his breath. Cameron stayed where she was on her knees and dragged the back of her hand across her mouth.
“Was it worth it?” Cole asked, his chest rising and falling with every breath.
Cameron forced herself to her feet. She swayed on the spot before she collected her bearings. “Yes.”
His brow furrowed and he came for her with speed that surprised her. He grabbed her by her throat and held her in place. She didn’t struggle. She just stared into those intense blue eyes of his.
“What the fuck do you want from me, rich girl?” he asked.
It was hard to swallow with him holding her like that. “I want all of you,” she managed. “My life is so steady, so planned out, but you? You’re everything I’ve never been able to taste and now that I have, I can’t get enough.”
For a moment, she thought Cole might throw her away again. He didn’t. Instead, he descended upon her again, ravenous for more of her body, and she was more than happy to oblige him.
18
Cole
It had been a full week since Cameron White first set foot in Kadia. A full week of down-low hookups, sexy text messages, and discreet meetings at the club. Now that they’d ripped the band aid off and just gone for it, Cole was as addicted to her as he was to fighting. She was the adrenaline rush he needed to get him through the day, and just thinking of her tight little body was enough to bring him to the edge when he was alone at home.
There were things they had to be careful about, of course.
Cameron knew the fallout of her parents finding out they were hooking up would be terrible. She didn’t want to deal with any potential backlash from the public and neither did Cole. He doubted Marcus would appreciate the bad PR, either. She didn’t so much seem to care if the public found out she was having some sort of relationship. She cared about how that relationship had come to be and how they’d met.
In other words, she didn’t want anyone to find out she’d been the one to beg Cole to fuck her.
He liked to remind her of that every chance he got, which was quite often. She’d always flip her hair or roll her eyes and tell him he had no idea what he was talking about. She merely had the balls he didn’t have to put things into action. She insisted he wanted her as badly as she’d wanted him.
She wasn’t wrong.
The following Saturday after the wild hookup in the storage closet, Cole found himself back at Kadia on the ground floor. The place was busy, far busier than it usually was, and he had his hands full making his rounds.
When the club was packed like this, things could slip between the cracks. Marcus had come down from his office to be an extra set of hands and an extra pair of eyes. Even Zak was passing through the crowds, making sure everything was in order. Vance had limited his smoke breaks to one every two hours, a huge reduction for him, and Dean was on high alert behind the bar as he mixed drinks and flashed smiles at pretty girls.
Cameron had messaged Cole earlier this evening, wanting to swing by the club for a meetup. At first, he’d been on board with the plan and told her to come by around midnight. But things had taken a turn and he knew he wouldn’t be able to step away from work tonight, so he messaged her back around eleven telling her he wasn’t going to be able to make it happen. The club was busier than it had been in months.
She seemed to understand. At least the text she sent back didn’t seem scathing or angry. She merely said they’d make up for lost time later.
He believed her.
He put his phone in his back pocket and pressed through a thick crowd of people around the dance floor to make his way to the dancers’ room to check on the girls. He knocked on the doorframe, waited for them to give him the okay, and stepped through the beaded curtain into their dressing room.
This room had always given Cole a headache. There were too many lights, for starters. The room was glaringly bright so all the girls could do their hair and makeup before they went out to perform. It also smelled like a horrible concoction of all their perfumes and body sprays mixed together.
He tried to breathe through his mouth as he looked around at the women. “Anyone having or heard of any trouble this evening?”
Most of the women shook their heads.
But one of the dancers, a dark-haired beauty whose name Cole didn’t know, looked over her shoulder at him and stopped doing her lipstick. Her bottom lip was painted dark red and the upper lip was bare. “There was a commotion on the second floor earlier,” she told him. “Four guys are here for a bachelor party or a birthday. Something like that. One of them is absolutely trashed. They were already given a warning but I don’t think they’ll smarten up. Someone might want to keep an eye on them.”
Cole tipped his chin to her. “Thank you. Anything else?”
All the girls shook their heads.
“Tell one of us if you see something,” Cole said before turning back to the door. He paused. “What did these four guys look like?”
The dark-haired dancer applied lipstick to her upper lip and rubbed them together. “Buzz cut, football jacket, college T-shirt. You know, the usual douche bag.”
Co
le left the dressing room and passed between two raised platforms. No dancers were on them. They were in between sets. The girls were changing while the crowd was doing its own turnover. A new audience would await the dancers when they set foot on their platforms.
Cole couldn’t pass through the dance floor because there were too many people. He skirted around the edge and had to turn sideways to pass between people. He wondered grimly as someone spilled their drink on his boot if they were past maximum capacity. He couldn’t remember Kadia ever being this busy. It felt congested and way too cramped for his comfort. It was hard to see a threat coming when you were constantly flanked by other people. There were so many places to hide. So many people to use as cover.
He hated nights like this.
He reached the staircase and began to climb. A few couples stood on some of the steps making out and making it difficult to pass by them. Cole tapped them all on the shoulder and told them to clear off the stairs. They listened.
On the second floor, he found he had a bit more room to move around. He was grateful for that as he kept close to the railing and moved toward the platforms where four dancers were performing.
He spotted the jock the dark-haired dancer had mentioned to him.
The guy was exactly as she’d described.
He and his buddies sat against the far wall of booth seating. In front of them was a black glass-top table where dozens of empty glasses were turned over. They were drinking cocktails of some sort and beer, and they were absolutely smashed.
The big jock was who the night was all about. Cole could tell immediately. He sat in the middle of his bros, all of whom seemed to look to him after everything they said to gauge his reaction. If one of them cracked a joke, they looked to the jock to see if they’d hit the mark. If he laughed, they’d drink. If he didn’t, they’d try again. He was the guy they pointed out women to. He was the guy who beckoned a server over.
Cole watched the body language of the server as she approached them. She clearly did not want to. Cole had already assumed these guys had ruffled the feathers of the servers. Otherwise, their old drinks would have been cleared away. Obviously, the servers wanted nothing to do with them. What was also likely was the server had tried to cut them off herself but was having a hard time following through.
