by Savannah May
Club Illicit
(Illicit Series – Book ONE)
by
Savannah May
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Version 2015.04.09
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Chapter ONE
He looked familiar.
But then I'd often thought that on glimpsing a guy across a crowd. In the street, in a bar, so many times over the past six years I thought it was him, but it wasn't. So my eyes were deceiving me again and it wasn't Cole across the bar but some other hot guy with brushed back dirty blond hair and a five alarm, just slightly lop-sided smile. Disappointment scoured through my core and rose to settle as a dull ache in my heart.
“Harlow, are you listening? OhmiDemiGod you're on the other side of the planet.”
“Lily, sorry, it's just that- I thought I saw someone I knew.”
“In this place? It's full of banker boys and lawyers- not your usual sandwich filling.”
“Yeah, you're right. This glacier wall of expensive black suits is definitely not rough enough for me, so it couldn't have been him.” Except he wasn't wearing a suit or even a tie and the wide rip of his shoulders could never be contained by a stiff corporate uniform.
“Shall we get out of here? Head back to normal country?” Lily said, clicking her fingers in three swerving clicks before my dazed stare.
“What? Yeah okay, let me just run to the washroom and then we can go reconnect to the real world.”
I pressed through the crowd of raucous tense banker boys toward the back of the bar. Each one of the men in black looked down on me as I squeezed through, checking my chest out like the latest Apple gadget. Lil was right, we never came to places like this, full of men who moved money around all day, bought expensive boytoys and thought nothing of human beings. Women were items they looked upon as one more commodity to be shifted about for personal gain. Lil and I were both looking for someone just a little more genuine.
Finally I made it into the women's washroom, deserted in the male-dominated downtown bar. It was pitch dark inside, dark gray walls trimmed in pale gold with pinpoint lights set into the plaster giving off only the shadiest of illumination. I looked in the mirror and leapt back, my heart sprinting into my throat.
“Whatthefuck?” The man's face on the other side loomed right up into mine, completely oblivious to me as he did his thang into the urinal between us. Crap- the mirror was a two way straight into the men's next door, it had to be set into the wall right above the john. And it looked as though the guys had no idea we girls were set to spy on them.
I giggled at the idea of getting my own back just a little on all the men who'd looked me up and down like a heifer at market. I moved across to the actual mirror, equally dark but at least it was only my own reflection staring back out at me. Wan, I'd describe it.
Sometimes I wondered why Lily and I even spent evenings out in bars, hoping to meet the guy who'd turn out to be different than the rest. More and more I was coming to realize they were all the same. Or perhaps I'd been spoiled young. There weren't many like Cole, at least I'd never found his equal in six years of hoping. Perhaps that was why I imagined glimpses of his face everywhere.
I dug my lipstick out of my slingbag and leapt back from the mirror again. This time the male face was right above my shoulder behind me and oh my heavens, divine.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you.” His voice like desert island sand.
It was him. I'd know that seductive tone anywhere, coming from pillowing lips. His face had changed but was even more gorgeous if that was possible. The boyish charm had become rougher and more chiseled. The eyes still danced and twinkled but also held a world of experience that almost looked like sadness. It was the hair that had thrown me off. Cole's had been military close-cut last time I saw him, but was now back to a dirty blonde mop pleading for fingers daggering back through the sides.
“This is the women's, you know. Are you afraid of the spy mirror?” I said. My heart had not stopped racing this time and not from the shock of a stranger looming up behind me in the gloom. But because this stranger was the love of my life.
“I could be, what's the spy mirror?” I pointed to the two-way glass and dropped my hand quickly, before he saw how it was quivering uncontrollably.
“Ah, you ladies are naughty,” he laughed, his eyes linking mine and demanding a smile. “I had no idea that was there, but now that I do I'll try to put on a show for you gals. However, I do have a stalker I'm hiding out from.”
The laugh that made his dark green eyes do a conga dance. It was him, it was Cole I was sure of it now. But he seemed not to recognize me. Had I changed that much in six years? I'd been eighteen last time I saw him, before he disappeared from my life.
He'd been the age I was now and had only matured into a more masculine hunk with time. I scanned his body, comparing then and now. His muscles had thickened and curved stronger than before. His chest had expanded and looked more solid. He was still the sexiest guy I'd ever seen and my dream had only notched up a level to fantasy.
“Wouldn't she be more likely to find you in here?” I said, distracted by how my heart was pounding so hard it was making my chest ache. He wasn't married, or in love with someone? The thought of someone else having him, touching him as their own...
“Yeah, this is going to sound really lame, but I'm hiding from a guy.”
“I get that. I do it all the time.” Relief. It was almost like happiness.
“I'm sure you do,” he said. His eyes delved into mine with the sexy frown I knew so well.
Oh Cole, how can you not know me? Was I nothing but a meaningless screw for you? Just another girl you took what you wanted from and split?
But I knew it wasn't like that and what had happened between us had been so much more. His eyes traveled down to my mouth and unconsciously, I pressed my lips lightly together and ran the tip of my tongue along the top one. A nervous distraction rather than a intentional sensual enticement. Cole frowned harder and his gaze moved down my neck to my breasts, round and firm in the tight tee shirt.
“It's my father actually, that I'm trying to avoid,” he murmured, completely distracted by his examination of my body. His stare made my heart press its way into the back of my mouth so I could hardly speak. Tiny tingles ran from my core, down the insides of my legs all the way out to my toes.
“I get that too,” I forced the words out otherwise we'd be standing in the john, two strangers staring mesmerized at each other like idiots. “I hide from my father all the time.”
“Oh.” Cole came back into the now as though snapping out of hypnosis. �
��You know for a moment there you reminded me of someone from my past but you can't be her because she had no- her father was gone. And crap, I am coming out with some brutal cornball lines here.”
“No, you aren't,” I whispered. “Do you still have the Mayan tattoo?”
Cole's gorgeous face went through ten shades of confused. “Harlow?”
For an instant he was thunderstruck, then we were on each other as though magnetized by polarity. His fingers tugged through my long dark hair and cupped the back of my head to pull my mouth onto his. Oh yes, I had never forgotten the luscious kisses Cole gave me. Even better now, the thicker stubble grinding across my chin, his solid arms holding me so firm.
He held me close in his mouth as his tongue swirled deeply around mine, delving into me then drawing away for the pleasure of surging back again. Cole made love with his mouth like no other man ever had. His fingers grasped the back of my neck, his thumb grazing across my ear while his other hand whispered up over my rib cage to grasp my full breast. He squeezed it firmly, cupping the underside hard in his palm while his fingers teased and twisted the hard nipple.
His face scratched softly across my cheek, and he inhaled the perfume of the soft skin, then kissed a trail down my neck, across my clavicle. The woody musk smell of his hair mixed with a light expensive cologne. He almost blew my mind as with one expert move, he flipped my engorged mound out of the lace cup and pushed it up to suckle it into his delicious mouth. Tingling sparks fired between my legs and I stretched my head back against the wall he'd pressed me up against. I opened my mouth in the effort to pull some air into my breathless lungs.
With his hard mound pushing against my hipbone, my heart leapt with the realization that I was going to feel Cole inside me again after so long, right here in a public washroom. We were as greedy for each other as though the last time had been yesterday and our six years apart had been six minutes.
For a second the thought flew through my mind to stop him, to say we should wait for the right place. I wanted some answers abut why he had disappeared so suddenly except there was only one thought crashing through my head like a crescendo and this was the only place, right now.
I wanted him with an avid need I'd never felt for a man. Overwhelmed with desire to feel him push inside, that brief first moment of penetration opening my channel and he wasn't waiting one second longer either. His hand was already pulling at my jeans, working the zipper down. Fuck, I could feel how damp they were between my legs, I was so eager for him to be joined with me. I spiked my fingers through his beautiful floppy hair and tugged, to raise his head back up, bringing his lips to mine again.
He entered my mouth so sensually, with a foreshadowing of the more intimate kiss, as both hands tore into my skin tight jeans.
“Harley, is it really you?” He pressed his face into my hair, once more inhaling my aroma.
“Don't you know me?” I whispered, still barely able to speak, my breath jaggering. My breasts blossomed hot against his hard curved chest. All I could think of was the delicious feel of being wrapped tightly around him, having his shaft deeply filling my cavern. As though reading my mind, he again attacked my jeans and yanked them down around my hips.
“You look so different,” he said, trailing a barrage of kisses all the way down the side of my neck.
“All grown up,” I whispered and to prove it, I reached my hands down and felt how raging hard he was for me. His cock as big and demanding as I remembered from my first time. I was no untouched virgin now though. He was going to find I'd changed in more ways than one, ready to give him as much passion as he gave me.
“And even more beautiful,” he moaned. I gasped hard as his fingers worked smoothly into the side of my underwear and found the nub pressing from between my full exploding lips. “But you feel the same,” he said. “You smell the same. If I was blinded I'd still know you anywhere.”
My legs half buckled under me when his fingers seared along the length of my slit, but his strong flexing arm held me up, pulling me into his embrace. He stretched my lips apart and pushed two fingers inside me so that huge quakes of pleasure ran through my core. It was everything I remembered, made even sweeter by the long wait.
“I want you, Cole,” I moaned, my eyelids fluttering under his expert circling inside the cavern, stroking that spot repeatedly until my shudders were agonizing torment. “Please, I want you now.” His fingers swirled, taking a moment for caressing and exploring as we pressed our heads into each other, gasping hard at our jagged breath.
When he pressed his bulging groin harder into my thigh, our desire fired strong and my fingers dug into his resistant shoulder muscles. Supporting my trembling body as I struggled to pull his pants undone against the pressure of his cock, his fingers dove in and out of my slickness and I was already peaking, ready to explode the desire I'd held for him all this time.
He knew exactly the yearning I was feeling and ripped his jeans open to free his gorgeous huge cock. I ran it through my circled palm in wonder at its smooth fiery aggression. I could feel how much he wanted me pulsating through his shaft and tugged the head to my entrance. As the door to the washroom fell back on its soft hinges.
“Oops, sorry guys,” the skinny blond grinned as though catching a couple in full throes of sex in a public bathroom happened to her at least twice a day. “But there's a guy outside asked me to check if you were in here.”
Cole re-zipped his pants and turned to face her in one smooth move, standing in front of me while I covered myself up.
“Older guy? Light jacket?” he asked. Over his shoulder, I saw the blond girl color slightly, responding to his gorgeousness, sure she'd have loved to change places with lucky me.
“No actually, young, black turtleneck, kind of a hunk. Is he single?” she stammered, then laughed awkwardly, thrown off her game by the plundering grin Cole reserved for the ladies.
“Shit, I was in a meeting with Damon. I got completely side-tracked.” Cole turned back to me with a special smile. He checked I was back together, all covered up and reached for his wallet. For a horrific moment I thought he was going to give me money, instead he handed me a mat black business card, slightly rough to the touch as though printed on light sandpaper. “I'm sorry but I have to attend to a couple of things right now. But this card will get you into my club, come by later, if you're free. Or anytime.” He grinned like the demon he was and dashed from the washroom.
“Hmm, any chance I could tag along to that night club?” the girl asked, watching him go with a hungry stare.
Chapter TWO
I floated back to the bar on hollow legs and found Lily in the crush, neither focused on nor caring about the suits leering as I passed. Only one man filled my head with images of lust. My inner cavern still radiated throbs of longing for Cole but he was nowhere to be seen. He had obviously left to take care of his business.
Lily was chatting to a tall, good-looking Indian, wearing the usual black suit. A little suaver than her usual type, but she was laughing flirtatiously up at him and I was loathe to interrupt in case she was on a roll. On the other hand, I could hardly bail on my friend who'd been waiting for me to return from the washroom all that time.
“You've been gone forever,” she said when I caught her eye. “I thought you really had gone to the other side of the planet.”
“Yeah sorry, I, er-” How to explain what just happened?
“This is, um-?”
“Ram,” her beau said in a cultured British accent, extending a smooth hand to me. Definitely not Lily's type at all but what the hell, life was a buffet of choices, best to taste them all before making the final selection.
“Ram thought I'd invented an imaginary friend in order to get rid of him,” Lily said, giggling in a provocative way.
“Sorry,” I repeated. I couldn't give her the details until we were alone.
“It's getting late, have you ladies eaten?” Ram said. Maybe it was that sexy accent that was enthralling my friend. “I
'd be delighted to squire you both to dinner.”
I could tell Lil was up for it with the Ram so I made my excuses, saying I was tired and had a headache coming on. All I could think of was finding Cole again. My entire body was aching with need to be close to him and feel that spark of crackling energy.
I left the bar and considered going home to change into something more appropriate for a late night club. The card Cole had given me reeked of sophistication and more than a little mystery. It was still clutched in my hand, the grainy mat texture enticing my fingertips. I'd been stroking back and forth unconsciously enjoying the coarse friction. When I pulled it out and looked down at the silver gray lettering across the front, I made up my mind immediately.
Illicit.
Midnight to Dawn.
777 Jameson Street. East Village.
Plenty of time to go back to Lil's where I'd planned to spend the weekend while her roomie was out of town. I'd slip into something more suitable for a small hours assignation with my long lost love.
Cole
Fuck, I'm an idiot. That much I know- as proven by the pain, like nails in my gut, at pulling away from Harlow like that. What the crap is wrong with me that I couldn't take the time to get her number? As if Damon couldn't have waited another two minutes. I was completely thrown off, first by seeing the old man for the second time in as many days. He'd been tailing me for almost a week.
What the fuck did the bastard want and why was he following me around like some dirty private dick, ducking into shadows whenever I turned? He must take me for a newb if he thinks I'm not totally aware of the loser, or just assumes he's smarter than me, like I never grew out of that.
And then, another blast from the past when I ran into little Harlow in the bathroom for crissake. I ducked in there to watch the old man follow me to the men's, maybe jump him on the way back and find out what the hell he wants- and there she was. My Harley all grown up and filled out in all the right places.
