Cowboy Bikers MC #5

by Esther E. Schmidt

  No. It’s about the no sex part where I have no clue what Colt is thinking. He was quite clear when he had me in his bed, but those following ten days he has gracefully shared his sheets with me. Correction; he says he’s sleeping next to me but there hasn’t been one morning where I woke up beside him. And the falling asleep part happens on the couch so he carries me to bed.

  My frustrations and doubts have grown and I know this situation isn’t how either of us wanted to start out. And we might be getting along now but before he put his plan into motion, we were going head to head on a daily basis. While now all of a sudden, we’re like an old married couple. Because while we might have shared comfort between us…the sex is lacking. Completely nonexistent.

  “Cavier isn’t the problem, I enjoy riding him,” I grumble, and add underneath my breath, “It’s you who doesn’t want to take me for a ride.”

  “What was that?” Colt snaps.

  “What was what, old man?” I snap, irritated by everything.

  I stalk to the cabinet to grab two plates but I’m prevented from doing so when Colt’s fingers wrap around my upper arm as he spins me around. His large, muscled body is caging me in, pressing me against the counter.

  “Old man, huh?” he snaps with a harsh tone. But then his whole face changes and a fat smirk spreads his face. “I am. But I’m your old man.”

  “My old man?” I snicker. “If I had an old man my body would be aware of that little fact.”

  His hands leave my arms and are now placed on the counter as he leans in but in no way is the annoying man touching my body. I’m still caged in but everything about that fact leaves me cold.

  “Ah. The root of the issue.” Leaning closer he whispers next to my ear, “My old lady has needs.”

  My whole body freezes. Did he call me his old lady? I thought he was joking with the old man comment.

  “I thought you needed time.” He pushes off the counter and starts to pace the kitchen. “Fuck. I needed time. I’ve wanted you for so damn long and then to have you…I didn’t know if I could handle it long term. And you being a virgin. If I would have crossed that bridge right at the start...if we didn’t work out. Hell…if I couldn’t handle having you around because I’m no good at this shit, Kadence. I’m not a people person.”

  “I know!” I snap, a little too agitated by his words and his anxious demeanor.

  He takes two fierce steps in my direction. “The time I gave us was too much since I have no damn agitation or breach of privacy feeling when it comes to you. I fucking relish in the knowledge you can’t go anywhere but here. One glance and my eyes can find you. The restlessness rooted in my bones faded to the background and I can sleep for hours just by holding you.”

  I close the distance between us and shove his shoulder. “Yeah? Then how come I never, ever, wake up in your arms or fall asleep in them for that matter?”

  His forehead is pressing against mine when he says, “Because I hardly ever slept before you filled my bed. I never need more than a few hours but get double the sleep now so I’m an early riser. I make coffee and watch you sleep.”

  I jab a finger in his chest to punctuate every word. “Creepy. Fucker.”

  His head tips back and laughter rips out.

  “It’s not meant to be funny,” I mutter, but am enthralled by the way this man is fully relaxed and offers me a genuine smile, freeing a flock of butterflies inside my belly.

  This man has become the center of my world in rapid time and the mere thought of losing him threatens to shatter my heart irreparably.

  I swallow hard and ask the very question that can squash my heart underneath the heel of his boot. “Do you still need time?”

  “Fuck, no,” he growls as his hand flashes out to wrap his fingers around my nape and pull me close to crash our mouths together.

  His tongue brushes against mine and all of my earlier insecurities fall away. I guess the both of us were working through personal issues and needed the time to take the next step. I lean against his body and allow the heat of this man to scorch my insides until he sets my soul on fire to merge with his.

  Soulmates used to be a mere word to me, but I completely understand it now. When a person’s touch can seep through your body the moment of impact, lighting up every nerve ending to heighten the tingles spreading in your veins…I’d say I have found what most romance books write about.

  A solid and unique connection. Understanding in more than just the need for sex or closeness. We have the time behind us to prove there’s more than lust, we have a foundation. Shared time is shared feelings which has eventually knocked down our hearts, causing us to simultaneously fall.

  He’s kissing me as if he is in fact giving me his heart and soul. His hands start to roam and are now on my ass, lifting me up as he walks until he can place my ass on the counter.

  I keep my legs around his waist while his hands reach for my shirt and before I can speak up–remembering the last time–he’s already gripping the fabric as buttons fly through the air. Some fumbling with my bra is the only hiccup he seems to have to set my breasts free.

  His mouth surrounds my nipple, his teeth giving me a sweet erotic bite to make heat flash through my body until it settles between my legs. The throbbing of my pussy intensifies as he starts to suckle.

  I can only squirm with pleasure. I swear this man can give me an orgasm just by spending all of his attention on my breasts. Yet, this time, I’m desperate to feel him closer; to feel him inside me.

  My fingers pull at his belt in desperation. A growl rumbles through his throat and the man bats my hands away as he takes a step back. I’m about to curse his head off until I realize he’s quickly stripping away all his clothes until he’s naked in front of me.

  He lifts me by my hips and onto my feet. His eyes are pinned on mine as he makes sure every single piece of my clothing ends up on the floor too. The Texas heat thickens the air but the shiver running through me has nothing to do with the temperature in the room but everything to do with the intensity of this man’s gaze sliding over my skin.

  “So. Damn. Gorgeous. Every inch of you. No matter if you’re standing in front of me naked or fully dressed, riding my horse, or reading a book on the couch with your feet up. Watching you sleep in the morning with the settled serenity on your face as you hug my pillow the way you held me all night. Every. Fucking. Day. And every fucking minute of our time since we changed paths from you being my sister’s best friend to you being mine has been eye opening. I thought possibilities of starting a family of my own were a fading opportunity, but you…you set me aflame and cause a light so bright it eats away the darkness and gives me a glimpse of a shared future. Mag-fucking-nificent. That’s you. In every damn way.”

  I’m still blinking and processing his words when his hands are once again on my waist to hoist me up and place my naked ass on the counter. He lifts my foot to spread me open as he places my heel on the edge.

  Even as I see his mouth closing in on my pussy, there’s no way my brain can process the instant pleasure and the visual to go with it. My head falls back and a low moan falls from my lips.

  His tongue slides through my folds, flipping my clit, and moving to suckle on one of the lips of my pussy. The man knows how to bring me to the edge, and when I’m allowed to tip over and drown in a blissful orgasm. And it doesn’t take long until he gives me what my body craves.

  This time our eyes stay locked, a rumble of words vibrate against me when he grunts, “Come for me, Kadence. Let me taste your pleasure.”

  He shakes his head, his beard heightening the friction, pushing me over to surrender to the orgasm he grants me. His name falls from my lips in half a moan, half a plea for more. And I take my time to ride all the waves of pleasure. He slowly stands and crushes his mouth against mine.

  I’m too wrapped up in the cloud of bliss he’s created to care enough about the fact I’m tasting myself on his tongue. All because the pad of his finger is drawing small circles aga
inst my clit.

  My pussy clenches when I feel the hot, blunt head of his dick nudge at my entrance. I might need to brace myself for the moment he surges inside me. Though, to my surprise, he’s all tender with a passionate kiss, softly strumming my clit to keep the fire burning in my pussy while he slowly stretches me with every soft thrust forward.

  A pinch on my nipple, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, his growls, the gentleness of a slow retreat and filling me up again...it’s everything that makes me plead, whimper, beg, anything to make him hurry to fill me completely.

  The moment his hands grip my hips is when he slams deep inside me. A scream rips from my throat before I fall forward and sink my teeth into his shoulder to muffle my loud burst of discomfort.

  His lips brush my ear. “If there ever was a place to call home and live in that place forever, this would be it.”

  Colt’s breaths–like mine–come out in rough pants, as if it takes everything inside him to stay in place. The pain slightly fades and I feel his dick twitch inside me.

  “You can…you can move now,” I croak.

  He pulls his head back to take in my face and after a few seconds he seems satisfied with what he sees because he connects our foreheads and pulls out until only the tip is being sucked back inside before he slides right back in.

  A few more times starts a low burning sensation enough for me to meet his thrusts and let my nails rake over his back, urging him on. His hips pick up speed and force. The grunts slipping over his lips while his fingers dig into my skin almost feels like an animalistic, dominant, and possessive chase to make sure I’m his.

  But there’s no doubt in either of us. Not when he buries himself deep inside me at the same time stars appear in my vision, throwing me into a sea of pleasure only this man has been able to give me.

  His dick lengthens and jerks inside me, warmth spreading everywhere while my name is being voiced with such tenderness and awe, my heart unfolds and accepts this man to his fullest.

  The fingers gripping my hips loosen and slide around my waist. Colt lifts me off the counter and takes a few steps to sit down on one of the kitchen chairs, making me straddle him.

  “So. Fucking. Good. But I’m going to need a minute to catch my breath. Damn, woman. I don’t think I’ve ever had the energy sucked right out of me.”

  A giggle escapes me and Colt’s laughter fills the air along with it. I release a deep sigh of contentment.

  “It’s all systems go from now on. No holding back. Understood?” Colt says, all laughter has faded from his voice.

  “The old lady thing? Oh. God. Condom. I’m not on the pill. Shit, Colt. Sorry. I didn’t think but I haven’t been able to take the pill ever since I ran, that’s weeks ago. I’m not protected against pregnancy anymore.”

  Colt simply shrugs. “Like I said, all systems go. I have enough money for a large family. We have a roof above our heads with lots of space and a brotherhood at our backs. Starting a family sooner rather than later is fine by me. Unless you don’t welcome any kids.”

  “I do. But–”

  He cuts me off by telling me, “The situation you’re in will be handled, doll. Don’t worry about it.”

  Don’t worry about it. Right. As if that’s possible.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  – COLT –

  I’ve roamed around for years in this fucked-up world. Seen with my own eyes how people slaughter one another for reasons unknown, or simply follow orders because you’ve been sent oversees to fight for your country.

  It fucked my head up and made me distance myself from people due to the constant darkness absorbing my thoughts. Nonstop fighting my sorrows and falling asleep for an hour or two before waking up in a cold sweat.

  I’m absolutely stunned to say those days are over. The darkness roaming around in my head is by no means completely gone, but it’s somewhat subdued. And holding my woman at night–her warmth seeping into me–allows my whole being the level of calmness I need to sleep for a few hours on end. Waking up each day feeling refreshed is a new phenomenon and I owe it all to her.

  I’m leaning against the doorjamb, sipping my first cup of coffee, on this early morning. Kadence is still sleeping, curled up in the blankets and looking ever so stunning with her dark red hair spread out over her pillow.

  A hint of her curvy ass is exposed but the rest of her delicious body is covered. My cock twitches with the reminder of being buried deep inside her. Another element this woman has brought into my life; the craving of never having enough of something so damn sweet.

  My phone indicates a message and when I check I see it’s a text from Weston. He needs me and Kadence in church around ten. We’ve had a few meetings over the last few days and while I was the one who set a plan into motion, it’s Weston, Roper, and Alfie who have taken over.

  I don’t mind since it gives me the room to spend more time with my woman. Teaching her how to ride has been rewarding for the both of us and it’s another shared passion between us. We match in every way and even if I held her at a distance for so long because I’m eight years older than her, it’s all moot now.

  There’s simply no stopping what’s meant to be. And that’s just it. There’s also no stopping to face the issue that’s still preventing us from roaming around freely. But Alfie informed me yesterday how Weston has taken steps to put it all behind us.

  Seeing as the both of us are needed in church later, I’d say we’re done hiding and everyone will now see, and know, Kadence is right where she belongs; by my side. I mentally cringe when I think about facing my sister, Kadence’s best friend.

  She’s going to be pissed we withheld the fact that Kadence has been with me all along. Even though it was done for the safety of all of us, she wouldn’t care. But I’m hoping the whole claiming my woman and making them sisters-in-law part will smooth things over.

  “Hey,” Kadence croaks. “Got any coffee for me?”

  I push away from the doorjamb and stalk to the bed to place a kiss on her forehead. “Coming right up. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re dressed. We’re heading to the clubhouse in a few hours.”

  “We are?” she asks in surprise.

  “I just received a text from Weston that our presence is requested. You get to see my sister and roam around the ranch since the cat will be out of the bag today. And thank fuck. You can come with me when I’m training the other horses and help Mayven out with her lunch packages and so on.”

  Her whole face lights up and it makes my chest fill with gratitude over the fact that this woman is all mine and is already connected with the things involving my life.

  “Go, go, go. I need coffee. I’m diving into the bathroom to grab a quick shower and I’ll be in the kitchen within five minutes.” She waves her hands to urge me on and adds, “Go!”

  A chuckle slips over my lips. “Excited much?”

  “Uhm, yes! I’m going to see Mayven, Harlene, Muriel, Cassidy, and Joaquin.” She throws me another beaming smile as she heads for the bathroom.

  Her smile is infectious as she recites the names of all the old ladies of this MC. Well, Joaquin isn’t an old lady, though in some way he belongs to Alfie. If he ever gets his shit in order.

  Emotions are a funny thing and if I think my head is messed up, Alfie clearly has some issues of his own to work through. One being his possessive claim on Joaquin but needing a woman in between them to share and make his life complete.

  I’m not a person who people seek out to have a heart to heart talk with, sharing feelings and shit. But Alfie has his way of springing stuff on you without leaving a choice to refuse. It’s how I know these two have finally talked through their feelings and are now somewhat together but are searching for the right woman to make their relationship complete.

  And knowing how unique one woman is to flawlessly fit in my life, and how damn special it is to find the right person…I can only imagine how damn hard it would be to find the right woman for two dudes. Yeah, talk about complicatio
ns.

  Kadence wasn’t kidding when she said she’d be in the kitchen within five minutes. She’s showered and dressed and sipping her coffee while following me into the backyard as I head for the stable to put Cavier in the paddock before we head out to the clubhouse earlier than planned.

  The ride is way too short and I make a mental note to take her for a ride very soon because having her on the back of my bike, pressed tight against me, is another way to soothe the darkness in my head. Wind slapping around us, the scenery a colorful hint of life flashing by, and the road ahead of us which is never-ending. Fucking perfect.

  Kicking the kickstand, I throw my leg over the bike and take the helmet Kadence hands me. She’s practically jumping up and down with a boost of excitement. All while I’m on edge to get this over with. I have no idea what Weston’s plan is or what we’re doing here.

  He’s been the president of this MC for many years. Never one bad decision in my mind and he’s led us from dirty shit into running this ranch fully on legal grounds. It’s also why I feel some regret by dragging a possible threat to this MC.

  We’ve all worked hard to keep out of the eye of the law and left danger behind us now that most of my brothers have started a family, kids roaming around, and they come first. And we’ve already upped the level of protection and loyalty this brotherhood consists of.

  Hell, coming bare inside my woman was the best feeling ever, and the mere thought of getting her pregnant is a welcome possibility. I’m not getting any younger and there’s no doubt in my head; Kadence is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with while expanding it to our full capability.

  I lace our fingers and kiss the beaming smile plastered on her face. “I fucking adore you, woman,” I murmur.

  Her breath rushes out and she replies with so much happiness lacing her words. “And I fucking adore you right back.”

  Wrapped in a bubble of adoration we face the clubhouse, only to have our bubble roughly popped by the sights of Rowen and his VP, Koda, standing right next to Weston.