Cole: The Wounded Sons by Leah Sharelle (recommended ebook reader .TXT) 📕

his leg over and settled in front of me. His large hand taking me by the thigh and dragging me forward until my core was flush against his delectable arse.

Is it safe to ride on the back of a bike aroused? I wondered absently, then moaned again when Cole started the beast, the bike’s thundered roar rumbling to a part of me that was already on edge.

“Hold on to me, Temptress, you are about to have the second-best ride I can give you,” Cole shouted over the motor, and even though I couldn’t see his face, I would bet my last cent that he was grinning that sexy grin.

Good gravy, I am in so much trouble.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

COLE

One hour and fifty minutes. Nearly two hours of having Oaklee pressed up against me, squirming, rubbing the inside of her legs against my thighs, tracing her fingers on my belly. Making me so hard, I knew there had to be a permanent impression of my zipper pressed into my dick.

Oaklee finally started to relax on the other side of Meredith, forty minutes outside of Ballarat. Her death grip on my waist eased into her hands splayed on my shirt, then the little temptress slid underneath and spent the rest of the ride driving me insane with her soft caresses, and even going as far up my chest to my pecs at times, scraping her nails over my nipples and earning herself a spanking when we arrived at the apartments the Sons inhabit when on duty.

Crossing past the sign Welcome to Queenscliff, I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with the clean, crisp ocean air. I love my hometown, growing up in the Club, but fuck, I loved coming down here to escape and be alone. The land the apartments were built on was owned by the Club, but Team FIVE owned the actual apartments, giving the team the privacy we needed when we got back from a deployment. Our importance allowed us to have more leeway than regular army soldiers; we didn’t have to live on the base or spend too much time at Holsworthy in New South Wales.

Although it was just me who spent time here compared to my teammates, with Gabe, Bastian, Grill and Rafe domesticated with wives and kids, their off time was in Ballarat more than here.

This weekend, I asked them all to be here, to bring their women so Oaklee could meet them all properly without being uncomfortable and so I could have her alone without my father hovering. Thankfully, Oaklee was on board with my plan of subterfuge, granting me some time before I went toe to toe with Creed ‘Apollo’ Stephens.

Flexing my fingers around Oaklee’s thigh, I have been holding her like this all the way, riding one-handed, unable to stop touching her, except for when I needed to use my brake.

“Not far now, baby,” I yelled over my shoulder to Oaklee and getting a belly squeeze in reply.

Not long before I have those legs wrapped around me in another position.

Willing the images of Oaklee on her back under me, moaning my name as I drive my thick, hard shaft into her tight pussy, I patted her knee then forced my hand back onto the handlebars. Oaklee was doing fine for her first time on the back of Harley, but we had a lot of stop and starting from here to the Base, and so far, she was enjoying herself and I didn’t want that to change. Having her on the back of my bike was a dream I never knew I wanted. It felt right, so there was no way I was going to have her scared now.

I knew the second Oaklee caught sight of the ocean as we drove down the private road that led to the army base. The apartments were situated on a side road that veered to the left of the private road hidden up behind the dunes.

“Oh, my god!” Oaklee shouted excitedly, jumping on the seat, her feet back on her own foot pegs. Halfway, Oaklee’s confidence grew, moving her legs to rest on top of mine. Highly illegal and slightly dangerous if the rider had no experience, but I liked that she felt safe enough with me to experiment.

“Haven’t seen the ocean before, baby?” I teased, laughing at her exuberance.

“No! Never!”

Steering the bike up the hill, I parked in the same spot I always did, noting that Gabe and the others were already here. Turning off the motor, I shifted in the seat to stare at Oaklee.

“Seriously, never?”

Shaking her head, Oaklee shrugged, then reached for the chin strap to undo the helmet.

“Only ever been as far as Melbourne,” she admitted, “ and in the other direction only to Halls Gap.”

“There are beaches near Melbourne,” I argued, stunned that this was her first time seeing the beach.

“True, but I was in the city locked in a hospital every time I went there, and sightseeing wasn’t on my treatment agenda,” Oaklee informed me dryly.

“Fuck, sorry baby, I wasn’t thinking—”

Cupping my face, Oaklee pressed a kiss to my mouth, her lips dry from the ride and the wind, but with a swipe of my lips, I moistened them, hating that her soft lips got damaged even just by the wind.

“Rambo, talking about me not seeing a beach isn’t going to trigger me. You don’t have to be careful with me, and I promise I am all right now,” Oaklee whispered against my mouth, holding my cheeks gently, her eyes shining the brightest green.

“I know, Temptress, I just ….” Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a minute to appreciate being this close to Oaklee, holding onto each other, kissing and just being a couple … being with her.

“I don’t want to fuck this up, baby, already I’m asking to keep us off the radar from the Club. Your boss is my mother, for Christ’s sake, and now you have to lie about us,