Cole (The Ride Series)

Cole (The Ride Series) by Megan O'Brien Read Free Book Online

Book: Cole (The Ride Series) by Megan O'Brien Read Free Book Online
Authors: Megan O'Brien
felt
underneath me. “I think I’ve met my quota of sharing for the day,” I replied
quietly as he gazed up at me.
    “I’ll give you that for today,” he
allowed.
    “Gee, thanks,” I said as I forced a
sarcastic smile.
    He ignored my flippant tone and stared
up at me, his hand still drifting through my hair. I shocked myself yet again
by leaning in and pressing my lips to his. I’d never made the first move with a
guy before. I figured I’d had a rough few days, so I could allow myself this,
even if it meant that I had to steel my resolve against him later. History or
no history, I was far more comfortable with the wall I’d built snugly around
myself.
    His grip tightened in my hair as his
lips opened, his tongue meeting mine. It was just seconds before he rolled us
so that he was on top taking control of the kiss in a way that nearly
devastated me. I’d never been kissed like this. My entire body began to hum and
tingle as our tongues tangled in the most natural yet exhilarating way. I was
suddenly very aware that I was wearing only a robe, and I found myself hoping
he would dive into it to explore. Something told me that Cole would be able to
make my body feel things that I’d never felt before. My hand slid up underneath
his shirt wanting to touch his bare skin. He groaned softly as my hand explored
the contours of his muscles and surprisingly soft skin.
    “Cole! I’m done man,” Sal hollered
from the living room breaking the moment.
    “Shit,” Cole breathed, his lips
against mine. We were both breathing hard as he leaned back to look at me. He
traced my lower lip with his thumb before he reluctantly hauled himself off of
me and stalked out of the room to talk with Sal.
    I took a moment to collect myself. My
heart was hammering in my chest, my nipples were aching, and I couldn’t believe
how damp I was in between my legs just from kissing. I sat up and quickly threw
on my clothes, trying to convince myself I was grateful that the moment had
been broken before I allowed something more to happen.
    I emerged from the bedroom fully
dressed as Sal was issuing his final instructions.
    “Sal, this is Scarlet,” Cole
introduced.
    Sal looked over at me and gave me a
chin lift. He was incredibly handsome, with jet black hair and dark eyes. He
had slightly olive skin and a few days worth of scruff. A tattoo snaked its way
out of his T-shirt and up his neck. Kat generally liked preppy guys, but there
weren’t many women who wouldn’t be attracted to Sal. My eyes swung to her and I
suddenly realized why she’d been so eager to chat him up. She shrugged at me
and winked. I stifled a laugh. A quick last sweep of his attire confirmed that
he was part of the MC as well.
    “Thanks for doing this,” I replied
awkwardly.
    “Not a problem,” his deep voice
rumbled.
    He headed out after giving Kat a quick
nod. She blushed in response-- something I’d never seen her do.
    Shit. The last thing we needed was to
have two broken hearts under one roof.
    Cole took the time to show Kat and I
the alarm system, making us repeat back his instructions over and over again
until we were both rolling our eyes.
    Once satisfied, Cole grabbed his
jacket. “I’ll see you later, got shit to do,” he told me swiftly and grasped my
neck. But this time, he accompanied the squeeze with a soft, swift kiss.
    No way. There shouldn’t be a “later.”
This was a good place to call it quits.
    “Um, what do you mean ‘later’?” I
asked quietly.
    He looked down at me with amusement.
“I mean I’ll see you later ,” he
replied, his voice barely above a whisper. That tone wreaked serious havoc on
me.
    “Um, I’m working later and then I’m
sleeping. So maybe we should just…” I drifted off suddenly nervous.
    He just chuckled and shook his head
giving me another neck squeeze.
    “Later, Kat,” he called over his
shoulder as if I hadn’t spoken.
    “Later,” she replied, fighting back
laughter as he left.
    “Don’t even say

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