Break Maiden (Chrome Horsemen MC Book 3) (8 page)

Cathy grinned at her, "Cole seems very serious about you."

"So I've heard. I'm very serious about him."

"Kind of a frightening man, though. I mean, he's got the same kind of vibe going on that Max does, but so much more…savage," Cathy estimated.

"Once you hit the wild side, you never go back," Nicole told her with a laugh, "and yeah,
savage
is a good word. Wow."

Cathy laughed and put her hand to her lips, "Oh you are bad."

"Do you have your laptop to with you?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah, sure; what do you need?"

"Look up Ben Wa balls and get some for our next lesson. Also look up pompoir, which is a pussy technique you can learn from using the Ben Wa balls." Cathy, Nicole noted, was nearly a computer herself the way she took in and processed information.

"Is this… real?" Cathy asked a few minutes later.

Nicole looked down at herself in her hospital gown and shrugged, "Here, put two fingers inside me."

"What?"

"We're not lezing out; just do it," Nicole told her.

Cathy hesitated for a moment and then did what she was told to. Once her fingers were in, Nicole began pompoir and Cathy's eyes turned into amazed saucers. "How… I mean… holy shit!" Cathy stuttered.

"That's exactly what they say," Nicole laughed.

Cathy sat back in her chair again, staring at her, "Oh, I have got to learn how to do that. Have to."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The next morning, Cole showed up with fresh clothing and a helmet so she could ride home with him.

As she walked into the house, after what felt like years of being gone, she told him, "Your shades of brown have never looked so good."

"I'm glad you like them," he smiled.

"Like them? Hell, baby, I'm loving them."

After a late breakfast, they curled up on the couch together and talked, about everything.

"Next time, talk to me Nicole," he told her.

"You would have tried to stop me," she protested.

"And that would have been a bad thing?" he asked.

"Well, other than the part where I was almost brain-melted and made into marble-eyed house pussy by a deranged psychopath, the plan worked," she tried.

"Other than that," Cole nodded.

"Cole, he was
Captain
that night and yesterday.
Dark Lou
is far more ruthless than maybe even you can comprehend. If the Horsemen didn't back down in a day, maybe two days, after discovering that he was who you were really up against, he would have brought in serious numbers, on his own, to force you to. It would have been bloody as hell and for what? I mean really? I couldn't have lived with it, Cole. I kept imagining you and Brian dead on the highway somewhere, and I simply could not live with it knowing I could have stopped it. And yes, with Milwaukee and Detroit riding in, you might have taken them. You might have won, but at what cost, Cole?"

"All, very good, reasonable points, except the part where I can't live without you either," he told her.

Nicole bit her lip and snuggled in to him, "Yeah, I kind of skipped over that part. I'm sorry. I wasn't looking to hurt you."

"I know you weren't, nor I you, but the only way we get through real stuff, stuff like that, is together, all right?"

"Yes. I can live with that."

They simply sat with each other for nearly an hour, enjoying the contact and completion between them, before she asked, "So are you going on another coke run?"

He shook his head and restfully answered, "I don't think so. It was good money, but I don't like being away from you that long and the risk is pretty high, hence the pay. Besides, I may give some of the offers I've received some serious thought and perhaps even pursue one or two."

"Offers?" she asked, sitting back from him so she could see his face.

"Yeah, a couple. Max offered a position at the docks in higher-level security. He also has a few positions in his buildings that need to be filled. We talked about that and my outrider experience and he hit on the idea of being something like an outrider for all of his holdings in Chicago, which would be like a bodyguard service or executive security. This was bigger, so we played around with coverage, areas and response versus demand times. Then Brian pitched in with some ideas and it evolved into something that seriously interested both Max and myself. I think Max and I were just feeling each other out until Brian and his brain showed up."

"So, no jealous feeling with Max at all?"

"Baby, if it weren’t for Max, I would still be trying to figure out how to get you out of that house. So, jealous? No. Grateful? Very much so," Cole told her. "Later on, after Max left to get some rest with Cathy, Lou came by and talked about helping him with the call girl service. Getting it up, working as liaison between him and the Horsemen. I wasn't sure how you would feel about that, though, and told him so. But the offer is open pending discussion with you."

"So Lou really is going to take it over," she confirmed.

"Already has. He started that same night, bringing in men to go over information, contacts, calendars, and anything else they could find. He had accountants going through the books by midnight that night. When the first receptionist showed up in the morning, he was told there was a change in management but his job was the same. Get to work. And he did," Cole smirked. "From what Lou says, the kid was even happy about it." Cole searched her eyes, "So, any plans on your side?"

"Nope, not really. I'm going to do a correspondence pussy school with Cathy, so she can take over my position with Max," she told him off-handedly.

Cole's eyebrows came up, "Correspondence, pussy, school," he repeated, feeling the words, trying to shape the concept in his mind.

"Sure," she said, nodding vigorously, but keeping her voice matter of fact. "Cathy thinks it will catch on and I could have lots of students in positions like hers, and maybe some call girls will want some training. Jim said I had the best reputation on the East coast and Cathy said that my regular fee was higher than anyone else's, and getting an extra day with me, at any given time, normally meant paying double or even triple without at least a thirty-day notice. So, why not teach pussy tricks?"

"Maybe you should begin with Lou's call girls," he suggested.

"Or I could just marry you and be a house wife, popping out a few babies after a few years and living happily ever after," she said.

"True," he agreed. "Since you're already a millionaire, you could easily hold up your end of the partnership."

"That money is for retirement and the boys," she informed him sternly, and then listed, "College, weddings, soccer, little league. That shit costs money, and times three? That's a lot baby."

"Yeah and all those SUVs you'll be going through, driving them around for all that stuff," he added with thoughtfulness.

"No! No SUVs and no soccer mom butt! I told you that already."

That night, after a nice dinner and a few drinks at the club, she pulled him gently into the bedroom and then turned as he crossed the threshold to pull his shirt out from his pants.

"We've been living on quickies too long, lover," she told him.

"Are you comparing our recent love life to a fast food diet?" he asked.

She thought about that with her leaning head back, "No, perhaps more like a trail-food diet."

"Granola nut blow jobs," he mused, playing with the words in his mouth.

Undressed and lying in bed, they explored each other, seeking to soothe as much as seeking pleasure. Their hands massaged and rubbed passion deep into each other's muscles. Their lips and tongues sought out areas both pleasant to experience and pleasant to incite.

Over an hour passed before Cole said, "Wow, you're right. Man cannot live by quickies alone."

"Very glad you feel that way, lover," she sighed and twisted into a pleasant stretch -- warmed by the way his hands nourished her skin and muscles, basking in the way they kneaded and nurtured. God, she loved those hands.

He entered her while she was spooned against him and she moaned with loving delight as he continued his massage and deep rubbing while he stretched her open and filled her with his cock. She arched and ran her claws back behind her, across the back of his neck and through his thick hair with slow deep intent. "God what you do to me, lover," she moaned.

Her first orgasm was during this slow, penetrating embrace, and it rose from inside golden light, but its climax shuddered down deep.

Her convulsions were body-length, whipping up her like slow motion ocean waves, rolling through her from toe to hip to head. She rolled and rolled inside his embrace, his hands urging her climax to depths that were yet unexplored. Her moans were resonant, undulating sounds from deep in her lungs, guttural and primal.

Nicole had no idea how long she rode those ocean waves, but when Cole rolled her forward and pressed into her prone ass with his hips, she knew she was about to be the object of his fully aroused lust. Shudders trembled her ass and thighs and rippled up her back with the anticipation of his coming ravishment.

When his teeth found the back of her neck and scored deeply across her energized skin, she braced herself, and clutched at the bed sheets, her eyes wide and expectant. "Oh shit," she whimpered in a whispered, strained voice as her anticipation reached its own emotional climax. Then he began to plunge into her with growing speed and energy.

She clawed and wailed and tried to lift her ass to meet him, but his power slammed down into her so hard, pounding her into the mattress so deep, she could barely think about doing anything before his next thrust plunged her again. In this position, he filled her like never before and his thrusts were assaulting her g-spot with unrelenting incitements.

Nicole had never experienced a g-spot orgasm before and when it hit, she was completely ambushed. Instead of beginning in the depths of her gut, down deep inside of her, and then washing out, the orgasm began everywhere and then went everywhere. Her fingers, her toes, her fucking hair, were all suddenly wrapped and enveloped by an agonizing release of pleasure. She didn't even thrash. There were no spasms or convulsions, because everything happened everywhere. Her whole body just went wide.

Total electrocution
was how she would describe it to a wide-eyed Angie the next day. "And it just wouldn't stop. I really thought
this is it; I'm going to die
," she reported with nervous laughter.

Her climax stopped after Cole's body shuddered and twisted and then drove his own climax into her. After his climax, he rolled to his side, pulling her into a spooning position against him. She was limp and her muscles hummed with the echoes of the energy that just left her. In his arms, however, her recovery was amazing. She was sure she was going to lay there rag-dolled for the rest of the night, but the rush of her afterglow was close to being drug induced. Like she was just jacked with a blitz of golden fire.

"Holy fuck, Cole; what a rush!" she whispered excitedly. She sat up, turned, and kissed him, "I'll get us some beers."

"Hmm?" he murmured through his exhaustion.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"Hmmm."

"Well, I'll be right back," she giggled, and kissed him again, and as she skipped out into the hall she mused, "I wonder if it is too late to call Cathy?"

"Hmm."

*IDS@DPGroup*

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Five Years Later

Nicole sat in her home office, visiting with Cathy, who was now Cathy Rozzi, on Skype. "So, where are you guys now?" she asked the stunning redhead.

"We're here in Chicago. I'm at home. He's out at the horse stables. One of his mares is going to give birth within the week, so he's up there full time to be there when it happens," Cathy told her. "He told me he's retiring last night and to begin clearing his calendar of any new business coming in after the first and limiting his involvement where I can from that point forward."

"That's great!" Nicole shouted, "God! I wish I could hug you right now!"

Cathy nodded and wiped a tear, "It is good and we owe you so much."

"No you don't and I have the paid invoices to prove it. That was all you, baby." Nicole told her. "Shit, if you're in town and he's doing his horse thing, then we need to do some shopping, girl!"

"Max said if I come home with one more pair of shoes, he's filing for separation," she grinned.

Nicole nodded, "I got a similar decreed handed to me. Funny how I don't getting any flack about how much lingerie I have, though."

"Hmm," Cathy mused with a thoughtful grin, "I never hear a peep about that part of my wardrobe either. So, now that we know what we are shopping for, when?"

"Sooner is better. When you show up, we are on are way," Nicole told her.

"What about little Max?" Cathy asked.

"Mama just flipped her house and is back in her room. She'll take Maxy," Nicole told her.

"What is that, number five for Mama? She's doing so well. She was looking a lot better, too, the last time I saw her," Cathy described.