Chapter 14 – Harley
A fter changing my clothes in the downstairs powder room, I emerged and tiptoed to the kitchen. Kole splashed a generous amount of cream into a whimsical mug, following it with a stir of sugar. I couldn’t help the smile that crawled over my lips.
This man knew how I liked my coffee. He’d been paying attention when we went to breakfast. How many guys did that, it was hard to say. No one I knew.
“I can throw your shirt and sweats in the washer. Sorry I used them without asking,” I said, holding up the handful of laundry. “You didn’t give me much of a chance to pack an overnight bag.”
Kole studied me for a beat before passing me the mug of steamy, milky goodness. “They looked good on you.”
It wasn’t the heat radiating from the mug that warmed my insides. Before I could form an answer, he took the clothing, pulling the sweatpants over his legs and cotton plaid boxers. There was something intimate, something incredibly hot, about him wearing the same pants I’d just been wearing.
To hide the blush I knew was on my cheeks, I turned away, leaned against the island, and took a sip of the coffee. Not only did he make the beverage perfectly, but he had coffee now.
Because he hoped to wake up to me.
Was this how he’d envisioned it, though? Waking up after his sleepwalking, loss of consciousness, blackout—whatever it was! Or was it wanting to wake up together in the normal way?
Not that being with him would be anything close to normal. That body was made to be enjoyed. He was probably a sex god, and I was a lowly commoner who’d had a few romps.
Knowing that my cheeks now blazed, I cleared my throat as I searched for a safer topic of conversation. I wanted to ask him about his episodes, but I had the good sense to know he would tell me when he was ready. The trust we were building was fragile. I didn’t want to break it.
“What’s your favorite flavor of protein?” I asked, laying the groundwork with small things.
Kole threw a look over his shoulder. “Don’t have one.”
“You just grab the same flavor off the shelf?” I sipped my coffee.
He murmured in assent.
I hopped up on the island, crossing my ankles and cradling the mug in my lap. “I like mint if I’m drinking it straight. Vanilla’s a staple for making various smoothies. But strawberry blended with ice and coconut cream, splashed with pineapple makes me feel like I’m on vacation at the beach.”
Kole set his plastic shaker bottle down, staring at it with a scrunched expression on his face. “Food is fuel.”
“Food is pleasure,” I murmured, before the luxurious coffee spread over my tongue. Damn, he knew how to make a good cup of joe. I took another long, slow sip.
And I nearly choked when the mountain of a man rounded on me with a feverish intensity lighting up his eyes.
“Food?” he growled, taking a single step forward.
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing to.
Kole closed the distance. His sweats brushed against my bare legs. The contact produced a full body shiver.
We remained frozen for a moment, electricity clashing between us. Air failed to fill my lungs, and I could only pull shallow gasps into my lungs as I stared at the creature come alive. If he was a gargoyle most of the time, this was the monster broken free from stone.
Want raged in those stormy blue depths. It was intoxicatingly beautiful, yet also a tiny bit heartbreaking. He was fighting this thing between us, struggling with some fierce emotions.
Choose me.
Not wanting to spook him, I waited. The mug threatened to break under my touch.
I saw the moment he gave in. It was a heartbeat before he rasped something in a foreign tongue and his mouth crashed into mine.
His fingers roved over my body, exploring with a desperate determination. One hand pushed up, fingers tugging into my messy pony until the hair tumbled around me.
When he pulled, I gasped.
Which only made him kiss me harder. His lips were a sensual fire against mine, moving with a hunger that I couldn’t withstand. I forgot the world around me, how to breathe, and even my own name. He was the only thing that mattered.
I let the kiss pull me under.
Without breaking contact, Kole pulled the clothing from my body. I wasn’t aware of how he did it. One moment we were clothed and making out, and the next I was bare, and he pushed me backward.
“Spread those legs for me,” Kole growled.
Not a rasp or a harsh command. No! Oh-ho, no! A full on, predatorial, animal growl.
My heart fainted. I swallowed past any lingering resignation in my veins and opened myself to him. This was the kind of memory I would remember when I was old and senile. My ninety-year-old self would thank me for what I was about to do, because no matter what happened when we were done, I would always have this raw, primal coming together.
The lights were bright, and I was on full display. This couldn’t be any more different than my previous experiences. Only wild, sexy people with god-like bodies had sex in the open, on full display—with the lights freaking on! But this was me. I was the girl reveling in her moment, letting the pagan god of lore push me on his table to enjoy.
“This horseshoe tattoo is sexy as hell, little sprite,” Kole murmured, hot breath fanning over the art decorating most of my right thigh. “Whoever did your ink was good.”
“Thanks,” I croaked.
Kole moved and nuzzled the inside of my thigh. His short stubble pricked the sensitive skin. I gasped. With him, the scratchiness wasn’t unpleasant. It was impossible to hold still as he brushed against me, moving closer to where I wanted him. When he reached my center, he pounced. He ran his tongue over my pussy in one long, thorough stroke, stopping to flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves. My head dropped back, bliss exploding across my vision.
“Kole,” I moaned, my body writhing against him.
But he wasn’t having that. He grabbed me around the waist, held me down, and feasted . I was putty in his hands as he devoured me. Being his prey was both dizzying and freeing. Probably soul-shattering.
The kiss on my mouth should have been a warning—a promise of what he could do. But nothing prepared me for the way he fucked my pussy with his tongue.
Lust coiled through me, the string growing tighter with each flick of that wicked implement against me.
Right before the final, inevitable snap, Kole lifted his head.
My wordless cry of protest screamed through the kitchen.
A dark rasp, part chuckle, part purr was the only response. I lay there panting, watching the creature who held complete control, and knew I was powerless to force him to continue.
I had never begged, but for the relief he could give me, I just might. As he continued to watch me with that fevered intensity, something inside cracked.
“Kole, please,” I panted.
His head cocked to the side. The way he stared was as though I was the most fascinating discovery. “Please…what?”
“Finish me,” I pleaded. “I’m so close. Please! Please, just—”
Kole pushed a finger into my entrance.
I jackknifed off the island. His strong touch was quick to push me back down.
His question was a demand. “Is this where you need me, sprite?”
My skull cracked against the island as I nodded. “Yes, yes! ”
The storm clouds in Kole’s eyes darkened to a thunderous shade of blue. It had my breath coming in short, fast bursts. He worked in and out of me, fingers making me once again dance close to the brink where I would fall in a rush of pleasure.
His voice came out in a rough bass. Strained. Tormented. “Tell me to stop, Harley. Tell me to end this madness or else, so help me, I’m going all the way.”
“Don’t stop,” I urged in an equally strangled voice. “Do whatever you want to me. I just don’t know how much more I can take.”
My whole body spasmed. Pleasure pulsed through me. I was so close—so close!
Kole barked that harsh sound he passed off for a laugh. “You can take more, little one.”
That promise sent a zing of fire through my veins. “Okay,” I panted.
There was a soft rip, and then Kole pulled his fingers from me. I whimpered at their loss. Lifting me under the waist, he angled me to his cock. This was it. This was what I needed! I tried to move to see, but he held me down with a firm touch.
“Say please, baby.”
The moment I did, he drove into me with a hard thrust.
A gasp left my lips, and my hands splayed over the smooth countertop.
“Wrap your legs behind me,” he ordered, voice tight.
I did.
Kole slid back before pressing forward, deeper and harder. He stretched my insides with the most delicious burn.
“Almost there,” he rasped, pulling back once more.
Holy shit. That wasn’t all of him?
I took deep breaths, forcing my body to relax into his demands. This time, with a predatorial snarl, he filled me. My muscles locked around his cock possessively.
There was a moment’s pause where he allowed me a breath to adjust to his size and girth. Absently, a small voice of reason muttered about birth control and protection. But I was too far gone to listen—not a good thing. Normally not something I would condone.
And then he began to move.
The sense of fullness, of tightness, ebbed into something euphoric. It was a wholly new and unfamiliar feeling. It was more enticing than scary, but if I was being honest, there was a touch of hesitation swirling in the rush of pleasure.
I might not be a virgin, but I was out of my damn element with this man.
Thoughts of him bare, moving and gliding into my slick heat, zapped every other thought and worry away. I was crazed! Mad for this man. The thought of him branding me with his cum was enough to start the delicious spasms.
I was so damn close!
“You’re not going to walk today without feeling this.” Kole held me around my waist as he set a demanding pace. His touch reached between us, grazing over my clit. “Every step will be a reminder of what we did.”
I moaned. I didn’t have to chase the release, it was right there, ready for the taking.
“It’s payback, you know,” he grunted. “Every morning, every swimming lesson, I’ve had to hide the raging hard-ons you give me.”
For a man who said next to nothing, this string of dirty, delicious things he said were enough to disorient me. But I didn’t want him to stop.
I freaking loved how he spoke. The reverence in his tone was a spark to my burning skin. The strained need in his tone was a cocktail of delight and pleasure.
“Do you know what I do when you leave?” Kole flicked my clit, shooting sparks over my vision.
But then, the monster paused.
He paused! Stopped moving. Held still.
“No!” I cried out.
He chuckled darkly. “No guesses?”
I wasn’t even sure what he was talking about. I was submerged under the weight of this man. It was a potent combination of his presence, his silence and words, his touch, and most of all, his rock-hard cock stretching me.
“I fuck my fist, Harley. That’s what you reduce me to, a mess who can’t think straight until I release. All. Over. The. Fucking. Tiles,” he ground out.
One snap of his hips, and he thrust deep inside me.
A blast of pleasure overwhelmed my senses. Me— me! The homegrown farmer’s daughter reduced this creature from another world to a needy mess.
I might not know the details, but I knew enough to realize this wouldn’t be over after we finished. This was only the beginning.
A proud smile pulled at my mouth.
“Your pussy is greedy for a big, hard dick,” Kole rasped. “You should see how she swallows every fucking inch.”
“Maybe…. Next time…. I could….” I managed to say.
That earned me a growl of appreciation from the beast above me. Kole pinched, then rolled my clit between his fingers.
The rough touch sent an explosion through my insides. The orgasm ripped through me. A storm surge, it smothered everything else. Somewhere in the distance was a ragged scream. I think it came from me, but I couldn’t say.
“Fuck, that’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Kole murmured from somewhere beyond the cloud of bliss.
Vaguely, I was aware of him quickening his pace for a few heartbeats before his cock jerked inside me.
“Take it, take it all,” he groaned.
The guttural tone sent hot, electric sparks shooting between my thighs.
Each breath worked my lungs like a bellow. My brain swam through a lazy haze while Kole gently released me, untangling my legs and pulling his still pulsing cock from my channel.
He moved to the roll of paper towels mounted under the cabinets, tore a cloth, and handed it to me. As I dabbed between my legs, I realized he’d used a condom after all. Confusion flickered through me. He just happened to have one on hand? I didn’t remember him grabbing one upstairs.
And I sure as hell wasn’t paying enough attention to realize he’d put one on and undressed. I looked at my own clothing, which was in more pieces than when they were on my body.
He shredded them. Just like an animal.
I turned to glare at him but ended up taking a full mental snapshot of his still thick cock, bobbing straight out as if eager for more.
Kole caught me looking. The corner of his lip quirked up. “Like what you see?”
“Just wondering where you got the rubber on such short notice,” I croaked.
He chuckled. “My cousin left a box of these in the drawer.”
Aah, gross. Kash and Elle did it in here too. This kitchen must have seen a lot of non-cooking action.
Realizing that it was only my tee that was torn, I pulled my shorts over my hips. They were coarse against my skin compared to his touch. My cheeks warmed at the fresh memory of the way we had sex, like a couple of beasts who couldn’t keep their hands off one another. I lifted my eyes in supplication, seeking the strength to act normal and cool after that collision.
“Oh shoot!” The clock above the wall flashed the hour. “I have to go, I’m going to be late.”
Kole’s arm shot out, blocking my escape. I sucked in a short breath and met his gaze. “Give me two minutes.”
I nodded, more curious than anything. “You owe me a shirt.”
Kole pointed to the one I’d worn while sleeping. “Keep it.”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I hid my smile and went to scoop the shirt from the back counter where it’d been tossed at some point. By the time I pulled it over my torso, Kole had a piece of toast on the counter with cream cheese and jam. It took seconds for him to make the food, wrap it in a paper towel, and hand it to me.
“For the road,” he offered with a small shrug.
The small gesture made my heart do a somersault. We didn’t say another word as he walked me to my car. There wasn’t any need to fill the silence with rambling. Some kind of energy pulsed between us, and it was enough to feel the connection. Our goodbye was a simple wave. But there was so much packed in the moment, so much so that I had to tear my eyes away from the scene.