Coletrane (Bad Boys of Retribution MC Book 4)

by Warren, Rie

  His mouth dropped open.

  “I was wondering if Miss Chatham might be free for a few minutes?”

  Preston scooted out of his chair, no questions asked. “Right this way.”

  He led me down a hallway that was floor to ceiling windows on one side, and probably priceless paintings on the other. He kept looking back, and I kept pretending to check out his ass. But my eyes were on the real prize, getting a one-on-one with the boss lady herself.

  After rapping his knuckles on a closed door, he opened the way and stood beside me.

  Sinclair sat behind her desk, facing the opposite direction. “Yes, Preston?”

  Preston was so close his shoulder brushed mine. “There’s a Cole to see you. I’m sorry.” He frowned. “I didn’t get his last na—”

  “Coletrane Sawyer?” Her chair swiveled around.

  “You’re that Cole?” Preston leaped back from me.

  Oops.

  He gave a sharp gasp. “Sinclair’s Cole?” he screeched. “You scoundrel! I’m scandalized!”

  The screeches continued as he left the room, but he wasn’t so scandalized he let the door slam in his wake. No, he closed it very softy behind him.

  Sin had watched everything as understanding dawned and she clearly tried to suppress her laughter with her lips pressed tight.

  Then Preston poked his head back inside. “Can I get your number?”

  “Sorry, dude. I’m kind of into this lady here.” I jerked my thumb in Sin’s direction.

  “My heart will never be the same!” floated to us from the hallway as Preston walked away.

  “You hit on to Preston to make sure he’d let you see me?” Sin asked, moving out from behind the desk.

  With a grimace, I admitted, “Yes?”

  “Oh, dear Lord.” Cupping a hand over her mouth, she stifled a giggle. “I wish I’d seen that.”

  I had no wish to see anyone but her ever again. And hellooo.

  What is she wearing?

  “What are you wearing?” My mouth played catch up with my brain.

  Yup. Hello, all right, to another rendition of Sin. Dressed in a tight white knee-length skirt that stretched up over the swell of her hips, she blew my mind. The soft green blouse with two little bows on the short sleeves looked professional and sexy at the same time. Her bare legs, as creamy and curvy as ever, ended in white leather heels that were high, high, high.

  Her hair was piled on top of her head and pearls hung from her wrists and ears.

  I stared until my eyes dried up and I was forced to blink.

  “Cole.”

  I snapped to attention.

  She trotted back to her desk and sat in a cushy leather chair, placing a distinct barrier between us. “Why are you here?”

  “I owe you an apology. Or several.” I stepped closer to the desk. “I need to ask for your forgiveness.” My voice turned hoarse. “I need you to be mine again.”

  Sitting back, well out of reach, she coolly appraised me. “Go on.”

  “I never thought those assholes would show up or do anything like that, Sin. If I could change my past or the dumb shit I did, if I could make it all go away, I would. I’d do anything for you.” I leaned over her desk, bracing my palms on the hard surface. “I regret the hell out of the fact that I come to you loaded with so much ugly baggage, but I want you too much—hell—I need you too much to let you go.”

  “I already know all about who you were, what you did, what happened to you. When you were a teenager. And I’m over it. I already told you that.” Her beautiful green eyes softened. “I need to know what kind of a man you can be for me.”

  “The kind who takes care of you. No questions asked. In all ways. And always.” That was a given.

  “Yet you walked away from me instead of talking about the problem. That’s not acceptable.”

  “I know.” I pulled back, any hope I had tumbling away.

  “And Preston was right. You are kind of a scoundrel.”

  Raking both hands through my hair, I sighed. “Never been called that one before.”

  “My sexy, tough guy, scoundrel.”

  “What?” Relief flashed through me so fast I felt dizzy.

  “You heard me. If I’m your woman, then you’re my man. And you won’t do any more dumb shit like that again, got it?” Standing up, she pointed a finger at me.

  “Got it.” Did I ever. And her telling me off like that . . . holy shit.

  A thrill shot to my stomach, and a tingling overtook my balls. She kept this up I’d have a raging hard-on in about ten more seconds.

  “What’s with that look?” she asked.

  “Nuthin’.” No way would I admit to wanting to screw her on every surface of her office.

  And there were a lot of surfaces.

  She rounded the desk. “I know what that look means, Cole.”

  “Well, you’ve seen it enough times before.” I remained in place, locked still.

  Sin approached, hips swaying, the sexy stroll even more pronounced with the tight skirt and mega-high heels.

  When she was close enough, she leaned toward me. “You want to fuck me.”

  She whispered fuck so sweetly, so perfectly, I had to restrain myself from grabbing her, carrying her back to the desk, ripping off her clothes and ramming into her over and over again.

  I gulped. “Yeah, I do. But not here. Can you take the rest of the day off?”

  “Let me think about that for a minute.” One long, rounded, cotton candy pink fingernail tapped against her bottom lip. “Yes.”

  I made a lunge for her, but she skipped back. “I need to make a few calls first.”

  I growled from deep down inside.

  She smiled at me as she talked on the phone, sitting on her desk, swinging her bare legs back and forth.

  The woman getting down to business was hot.

  Getting the woman down to my business would be even hotter.

  I narrowed my eyes at her, planning exactly what I’d do to her once I got her home.

  Pincushion better find some damn earplugs.

  When Sin finally wound things down, I asked. “You need to run home for anything? ’Cause I want you to stay the night.” And tomorrow . . . tomorrow night . . .

  She held up a finger, entered a second door, and emerged with a soft-sided, well-worn suitcase made of what looked shockingly like the skin of an endangered species.

  “You keep an overnight bag at the office?” I hefted it in my hand, figuring I better not ask her what the hell she had packed to make it a twenty-pound weight.

  Hopefully some naughty lingerie.

  As long as she hadn’t been wearing it for anyone else.

  “I travel a lot. Sometimes last minute.” We wandered through the hallway and reception where Preston hissed at me from his seat behind the console.

  I waved cheerfully as we left.

  Stepping out into the sun, Sin held my hand and asked, “Mine or yours or I’ll follow you?”

  I didn’t want to be separated from her for an instant, and taking in the tight skirt that made my brain backfire and my cock do a touchdown dance, I knew there was no way she could straddle the bike without busting a seam, although that idea had some merit.

  “Yours.”

  She drove.

  I drooled.

  At my place, I took her bag, helped her out of the Rover, and steered her upstairs. I followed one step behind, mesmerized by the sensuous sway of her backside.

  The second we got inside my apartment, Pincushion dashed out like a bolt of lightning, crisscrossing between my ankles, howling, yowling, and begging for attention.

  “Scram!”

  “Cole. You cannot treat your cat that way.” Her eyes twinkled as she sauntered after the feline into the kitchen, presumably to feed the fleabag.

  “Says the woman carrying around a dead animal carcass dressed like a bag,” I called out, chuckling. “At least my pet is alive and kicking. Or howling.”

  “Oh yeah
. That’s rich coming from the man who wears a leather vest and boots.”

  Huh. She had me there. I grumbled to myself as I picked up her dead alligator bag and took it into my bedroom. Performing a quick check, I made sure everything was as shipshape as I’d left it in the morning.

  Sin appeared in the doorway, her presence like an electric shock coursing through my system.

  I prowled to her, grasped the back of her neck, and drew her up to my lips.

  Kissing her with no pretense—just pure driving desire—I tongue-fucked her mouth as ruthlessly as I was gonna fuck her body. I wanted to get all the way inside her mind, her heart.

  Edging slightly away, I walked backward. Her nipples had popped up, the nubs pressed against the thin material of her shirt that was the same summer-green shade as her eyes.

  I took in her stunning body, the immaculate clothing, the arrangement of platinum blonde hair. “Can I just say how much I love the heels?”

  “These old things?” Her red lips—soft and moist—tipped into a smile. “Just the heels?” She pressed out a leg, highlighting the way her calves stretched and her hips turned, encased in the tight white skirt.

  “The whole fucking package is pretty damn sexy.” A lazy grin curved my lips.

  “So are you.” She winked. “You know what I like best about you?”

  “Hard to guess.” I folded my arms over my chest.

  “Hard is right.” Sin slowly unpinned her hair, and little by little the blonde waves cascaded down, framing her sinful, sweetheart face. “I definitely like your cock.”

  The cock in question was about to drill a hole through my jeans.

  “Your big muscles. Your height.” Her eyes roamed over me, soaking me in, and I felt her gaze like a touch on my skin. “Everything that’s bad about you. The ink. The barbells.” She licked her lips and flicked her hair. “Broad shoulders and the way that little line of dark brown hair runs from your belly button through your abs to that big . . . thick . . . cock.”

  “Sin—”

  “Shh. I’m not done. That’s not all.” Her face surrounded by the almost gauzy curls, she dropped all the hairpins to the floor where they bounced soundlessly next to the high-class/sexy slut pumps. “Your heart is what attracted me to you. Your fierceness. Your absolute maleness.”

  My breath shuddered in and out. “So, you don’t mind slumming it with me?”

  “I love slumming it with you.” She came at me with a sexy runway model walk.

  Playing at coy and innocent, she peered up at me through unbelievably long eyelashes while she unbuttoned first one then two buttons on her blouse.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind slumming it with me, Cole?”

  “That’s not even a question.” Wrenching her to me with sudden force, I cinched her hands at the base of her spine.

  “Oh, God. Yes.” Her body against mine, her neck elongated as I ran my tongue up, up, up to her earlobe.

  I tongued the pearl earring, then the shell of her ear. “Missed me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Missed the way I touch you?”

  “So much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t sleep. I wanted you so much, relived every moment with you. My body felt so hot, so heavy, wet, swollen for you, and I knew no one else would ever make me feel as complete as you. Let me lose control like you do.”

  Her breathy confession set my cock on fire.

  “Maybe I should buy some pearls for your pretty tits too.” I flicked her earlobe again, slipping the tips of my fingers over the peak of one nipple.

  She moaned, her body trembling. Her hands curled around my wrist, behind her back.

  “Did you masturbate thinking about me, precious?”

  Her eyes floated open, hazy and hot. “Yes.”

  I gave her a dangerous smile. “Did you use a toy or slide these beautiful fingers”—releasing one of her hands, I brought it to my lips—“into your hot clenching cunt, wishing it was my cock?”

  “Fingers,” she whimpered.

  I sucked her middle finger between my lips, toyed with it with my tongue. I pulled it out and licked down her palm to her wrist where I sucked on her pulse point.

  “Did you come?”

  “Yes, but . . .”

  My lips moved to the inside of her elbow.

  She tossed her head back, shivering in my arms.

  “Not good enough?” I sucked her flesh.

  She shook her head.

  “Not hot enough, long enough, not with my hard cock”—I thrust powerfully against her—“filling every sweet inch of you?”

  “Noooo!”

  I grunted with satisfaction, spinning her around so her back was to my front and I pressed against her ass, a thick wedge of steel-hard flesh. My mouth set against her neck, I breathed in her scent—the expensive perfume, her soap, her skin.

  “Much as this outfit turns me on, I want your naked body. I want you totally naked inside and out.”

  She grinded against me, that firm ass pushing all my buttons.

  “Then I’m gonna tie you to my bed and flog you ’til you come.” Gripping her hips in both hands, I bent my knees then lifted up, up, up so she could feel the rigid pulsing heat of my cock through her skirt and my jeans.

  “Flo . . . flog me?” Sin stuttered. “Because you want to hurt me?”

  I circled to face her, gently cupping her face in my hand. “No. Because I want to touch you the way no man ever has. I want to be inside your head, precious, not just your body. I want your acceptance. I want to own every piece of you, like you do me.”

  Kissing her softly before the rip-roaring lust took over again, I mated smoothly with her tongue, licking to the outer perimeter of her puffy lips.

  “Now.” I dragged her hands back to the blouse she’d started working on earlier. “Undress for me.”

  Backing away a few steps, I tugged off my shirt. I unlinked the bulky chains at my neck and wrists. Didn’t want anything digging into her except my tongue and my fingers and my dick. Didn’t want to mar her flawless flesh.

  Sin licked her lips, looking at my chest with the tats. Just for her, I thumbed the silver barbells strung through my nipples. My hips bucked, and I groaned her name.

  With my hand running down my flexing abs, I ordered, “Clothes. Off. Slowly.”

  Button after button after button, Sin unveiled herself to me. The top drifted to the floor, leaving her in a spring-green bra that pushed her generous tits to the heavens, barely leaving the upper ring of her areolae concealed.

  “Pull down the bra cups. Slowly.” I wanted to see her pierced nipples pop into viewing range. “When you bend over to take off your skirt, I wanna see those sexy tits swinging low.”

  My hand continued south, and I unbuttoned and unbuttoned and unbuttoned my jeans. With one left to go, I stopped. I gripped my cock as it butted against the material, lying thick and throbbing all the way to my hip. It swelled fatter.

  Sin thumbed the lace edges of her bra, pulling it down. The hoops shined. Her nipples were swollen and primed, lusciously deep red.

  She looked at me, panting for breath.

  So was I.

  I nodded. “All the way now. Show me.”

  The brassiere popped down. Her tits bounced free.

  Big. Perfectly formed.

  “You ever licked your own nipple, precious?”

  “No.” She didn’t hesitate, looking me in the eye, cupping one breast, lowering her parted mouth.

  When her tongue connected to the tight flesh, I growled.

  She hissed, pursing her lips to kiss her own nipple.

  I watched her suck and lick, increasingly frenzied. My head kicked back. My eyelids half-lowered. My cock was definitely lead-pipe hard, my balls full of the mother load.

  “Stop.”

  She froze mid-lick. Her head lifted.

  “Unhook the bra.”

  It sprang free with a snap.

  She started to toe off the stilettoes.

&nbs
p; “High heels last. And bend over when you do it.”

  And that was the final thing I said because my brain cells took a serious leave of absence when Sin unzipped her skirt, shucked it over her hips, and dropped it to the floor. She kicked it off and away, leaving her only in tiny panties. The negligent scrap of lace that matched her discarded bra tied on her hips with frail little bows. Bows seemed to be a thing with her. I approved.

  Lifting the teardrop-shaped orb of her tit, she licked her other nipple, staring at me with a wicked half-smile as she pulled one bow on her panties free.

  Sin performing a striptease.

  Jesus.

  Because she needed more game.

  Right.

  I stood with my shoulders willfully pressed against the wall, rubbing a hand across the stubble on my chin, wondering just how long I could keep my cock in check.

  She released her tit and bit into her bottom lip. The other bow came undone with a flick of her fingers. The panties floated away.

  The last straw was when she turned around, totally nude, and bent at her waist. The pink puffiness of her slick slit winked at me from between her thighs. Her ass swung while she eased off one white leather stiletto then the other.

  I paused that scene for future reference.

  My muscles stamped like iron all over my body with the effort of marshaling my need to pound right into her, I gritted out, “Get on the bed for me.”

  I moved toward her after she laid herself out. A primal male animal on the prowl. Keeping my gaze connected with hers, I gathered the soft cording in my hands. Dropping everything on the bed, I moved to her right wrist first.

  I kissed her hotly, wetly, greedily as I bound her to the headboard.

  Checking the strength and tightness with my fingers touching hers, I murmured in a thick voice, “I’m sorry I mistreated you, Sin. Won’t happen again.”

  Utter trust flooded her eyes.

  “I’m going to take care of you in every single way.” Crossing to the other side, I cinched her other wrist.

  “I know,” she whispered.

  I took her lips in another kiss, our emotions firing up as much as the sex between us.

  My hand passed down her tummy to her legs. “Won’t hurt you.”

  I journeyed along her skin, softly kissing. Sometimes biting. Never going for the obvious zones. The underside of one of her breasts. The indent of her waist. Her hipbone and the shallow beside it. At the bottom of the bed, I licked her instep, her ankle.