“Hold on,” I called him back over. “I’m going to need someone to close this door behind me.”
“Got it.” He ran over and lifted the bay door to let me out. Once I was outside, I heard it close behind me. Before firing up the Roadster, I listened for the lock, which he quickly slid into place on both sides.
No one was going to be able to lift that door to get in. I just hoped the police stopped with HQ and didn’t decide to pay me a visit at home. And I hoped that Sasha wasn’t okay. I needed something to go wrong to convince me not to take all of my anger and frustration out on her when I got there.
I gunned the engine and listened as the Roadster came to life underneath me. I didn’t drive her nearly enough, but I needed to start driving her more. I pulled away from the clubhouse and started to head into the center of town, where the newer buildings reached up into the sky, where business and traffic still existed, and where the streets weren’t littered with the bodies of my fallen brothers and their mangled motorcycles.
I was going to get Sasha, and she was going to lead me to Fang. Fang was going to pay for what he’d done to us, and Sasha wasn’t going to be able to talk me down. She also wasn’t going to get the opportunity to tip him off.
Chapter 18
Sasha
In the darkness, I could still hear muffled voices all around me. There was almost constant talking. There was some shouting, but there was also laughter. I forced my eyes open, or thought I did, and sat up.
I was back in Cole’s bed, alone again. I ran my hand over his side of the bed, where he should have been lying with me, but he wasn’t there. I looked around the bedroom, but he wasn’t there.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked into the living room, where I could hear the TV. I couldn’t tell if he had the news on or some TV show, but I didn’t see him on the couch either. The TV was just on. Was I alone again? Had he left me alone in the apartment and just let the TV on so I wouldn’t hear him leave?
I pushed his soft, heavy covers back from my naked body and decided to get out of bed to see what was going on, when he appeared in the doorway with a couple of cups of coffee and a warm, loving smile on his face.
This time, he wasn’t wearing anything else. He stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee in each hand. His hair was disheveled and hanging down in front of his face instead of being brushed back like it usually was. His green eyes looked at me with love and care in them. He was concerned about me for some reason, but I had no idea why he would have been. I was fine. I had just been asleep for a while.
I slid over to the edge of the bed and spread my legs, patting the mattress between them to call him over. He approached me slowly, and I ran my hands along his perfect chest and stomach, following the contours of his muscles. I grabbed the coffee cups and set them down on the table beside the bed, freeing his hands so they could explore me as I did him.
I returned my attention to him after setting the cups aside. I took his already hardening manhood in my hand and stroked it, coaxing it to get even harder for me. I wrapped my thin fingers around it and pulled it towards me, stroking him right over my tender breasts. I pulled him closer to that the tip of his head touched my skin.
He watched me with his gentle green eyes while his erection grew in my hand. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and pushed me back as he climbed on top of me. I let go of his cock as I lay back on his soft, welcoming bed.
He put my hands above my head and held them there. My thin, slender fingers intertwined with the thick fingers on his strong, controlling hands. He squeezed my hands as he leaned in to kiss me.
His lips met mine. The kiss was tender, passionate. Our mouths opened, and our tongues met, stroking each other between our mouths. He didn’t kiss me like he wanted to devour me. He kissed me like he wanted to become part of me.
His body pressed against mine. I could feel his weight pushing me down into the bed as he lay on top of me. His firm muscles pressed against my soft curves. My nipples hardened from his touch.
My body ached to feel him inside again. I felt my desire for him growing wetter by the moment. My muscles tightened as if begging for him to enter me. I rocked my hips toward him, pressing my wet sex against him.
He reached down and ran a finger along my lower lips, parting them to receive him. He slid his finger inside me and stroked my g-spot. I arched my back and sucked my breath in through my teeth in a spasm of pleasure.
“Oh God, Cole,” I called out.
“Is that good, baby?” he asked me. “Is that what you like?”