Chapter 53 Cole
COLE
As desperate as I am to go over and take my girl to the dance floor, I can tell that whatever Hailee is saying to her is important. The two of them are locked in conversation for long minutes as I watch.
It’s ridiculous. She’s right there, and yet I’m missing her. The guys can see it too, and they happily rib me for it.
I don’t care, though. I just need to be beside her. I need to know that she’s okay.
Finally, after Hailee reaches out and squeezes Freya’s hand supportively, she steps away, leaving my girl alone.
Freya looks over her shoulder, her eyes searching the crowd for me. And the instant she finds me, her shoulders relax and a soft smile plays on her lips.
I walk away from Linc, Kodie, and Fletch mid-conversation and step up behind her. I’m pretty sure the words “pussy-whipped” leave one of their mouths as I walk away, but seeing as they’re just as bad, I let it slide.
My hands land on her hips before lifting and sliding around her waist, pinning her back against me.
“Everything okay?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods as she grips my forearms, her slender fingers squeezing me. “Hailee did some research,” she tells me.
“I’d be disappointed if she didn’t,” I muse. “She’s fantastic at her job.”
Freya nods. “I’m getting that impression. She thinks that tonight might come with drama.”
As much as I hate the idea of dragging Freya back to a place she doesn’t want to return to, I also know that if we’re going to do this, try this relationship thing, then it’s inevitable.
I refuse to live our lives in the shadows. I’m proud to have her standing by my side, and I want the entire world to know she’s mine.
“Whatever it is, we’ll ride it out together,” I rasp before dropping my face to her neck and breathing her in.
“B-but what if—”
Spinning her around, I press her back against the railing and stare down into her eyes.
“There are no buts here, Whirlwind. Whatever it is, we’re in this together.”
“Y-you don’t even know—”
“I don’t need to know to stand and fight with you,” I say, cupping her jaw gently and grazing my thumb across her cheek.
Her eyes fill with tears, and I kick myself for ruining our night.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“It’s okay. They’re happy tears,” she says, smiling. “I’ve never had anyone willing to fight for me before.”
My teeth grind as fire shoots through me. I fucking hate that he never treated her right.
“Well, hold on, because I’ll fight to the death if need be.”
Her hands press against my chest as she stares up at me.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” My smile grows. “I like watching you play hockey too much for you to go to prison.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Damn, you’re right. Maybe I’ll call someone in to do the dirty work.”
She shakes her head, lightly laughing. “We’re trying to minimize the drama here, not fuel it.”
Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against hers.
“We’re gonna handle it, whatever it is. Together. You got that?” I say, staring deep into her eyes.
She nods, the movement so slight that I wouldn’t notice if I weren’t touching her.
“Now, do you still fancy that dance?”
“I do,” she breathes before wrapping her arms around my neck and stretching up on her toes to kiss me.
Behind me, some asshole—I’m putting money on Linc—cheers, but it’s not enough to stop me, and for a few seconds, I lose myself in my girl.
Then I grab her hand and lead her away.
“We’re going to dance. You guys joining us?” I ask the couples who are standing around the table I abandoned earlier.
“Hell yeah,” Linc announces before forcing Parker to put her drink down and dragging her away.
“Come on,” Casey says, tugging on Kodie’s arm. He stands there like a statue, not budging an inch.
“I don’t dance,” he complains.
Casey rolls her eyes, but she isn’t having any of it. “Don’t give me that crap, Rivers. Now let’s go.”
He grumbles but concedes and allows Casey to tow him down the stairs to the main dance floor behind Linc and Parker, while Fletch and Reese follow us.
Freya’s eyes are everywhere as we get closer to the main crowd.
“I’m right here with you,” I say.
She squeezes my hand a little tighter, letting me know she’s heard and appreciates it.
I watch as my girl battles with her fears and forges ahead to where Linc decides to stop. Once we join them, I pull Freya into my arms, my hands resting just above her ass as we begin dancing together in time with the music.
I’m quickly reminded that my girl can dance. She’s got incredible rhythm. And the way she moves her body…goddamn.
My own movements falter as I stand there and watch her letting go.
Casey abandons Kodie, much to his displeasure, and the two of them dance together in a way that I’m pretty sure is meant to be innocent, but damn, if my temperature doesn’t spike. And when I rip my eyes away from them and glance at Kodie, I can see a familiar darkness in his gaze.
Proving that he’s got less patience than me, he only gives Casey a few minutes before he reaches for her, twists his fingers in her hair, and kisses the life out of her.
Stepping up to Freya, I wrap my arm around her waist and drag her back to me.
Her ass lines up perfectly with my cock, and I am here for the way she grinds against me.
Desire has been simmering just under the surface since the moment I got home and saw her in this dress earlier.
“Goddamn, Whirlwind,” I groan. She shudders as she lifts her arms over her head and sinks her fingers into my hair. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
She arches her back, thrusting her ass harder against me before she turns to look over her shoulder with the most sultry expression I’ve ever seen on her face.
“I can feel,” she says, ensuring I can hear her over the music.
Lifting one hand from her hip, I grip her chin and turn her a little farther so I can slam my lips down on hers.
We stay with her back to my front for a few seconds before she twists around, wraps her arms around my neck, and deepens our kiss.
Need for her burns through me, and I forget about everything but her. My hands roam over her body, loving the way she shudders when I trail my fingers down her spine.
A deep moan rumbles in her throat as I kiss down her neck, her nails dragging down my shoulder blades.
“We need to get out of here,” I groan when my lips are against her ear.
“Okay,” she breathes.
I pull back in shock. “Really?” I ask, but the second I see just how blown her pupils are, I understand. She’s suffering just as much as I am.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Taking her hand, I immediately turn around and attempt to walk away, but Freya doesn’t follow me.
“W-wha—”
“Should we tell them we’re leaving?” she says, glancing back at the others.
Linc and Parker are no longer there, but Casey and Kodie and Fletch and Reese are still dancing.
“Nah, they’ll figure it out.”
Freya giggles as she allows me to finally lead her away.
We’re almost at the exit when a familiar voice calls my name.
Reluctantly, I turn around to see what she wants.
“Go out the back exit,” Hailee tells us. “The limo is waiting.”
“The limo?” I repeat like an idiot.
“Yes, you know, the big black vehicle we arrived in,” Hailee teases.
“Y-yeah, I know. I—” I turn to look at Freya as thoughts of what we could do in said limo begin spinning around my head.
“Go. Just go,” Hailee says with a smile. “If it needs valeting, I’ll send you the invoice.”
I bark out a laugh as I march in the direction she pointed us in.
“Whoa, slow down,” Freya complains from behind me.
I look back to find her attempting to run in her heels.
“Shit,” I hiss before sweeping her into my arms.
“Cole,” she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Hey,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose before continuing.
“Excited for another ride in the limo, huh?” she teases.
“I’d be happy in the back of a truck if I got to be alone with you, Whirlwind. I’m done sharing you with everyone else. You’re mine now.”
She smiles against my neck. “Is that right?”
“Sure is.”
A member of the club’s staff is waiting at the back exit, and they hold the door open for us, allowing us to climb straight into the back of the limo.
I place Freya on the seat beside me as we wait for the driver. Once I’ve given him my address, I put the privacy screen up and pull Freya onto my lap.
“What are you doing?” She gasps as she straddles me, forcing her dress to ride up high enough that I get a tease of her panties beneath.
I slide my palms up the soft skin of her thighs, pushing her dress even higher as I palm her ass, dragging her closer.
“Oh,” she gasps when she bumps against my hard cock. “You really like limos, huh?”
I chuckle. “Couldn’t give a shit about the car, Freya. This is all for you.” I thrust up, grinding my length against her.
“Cole,” she cries out, her fingers curling around my shoulders, her nails digging through my shirt.
“Fuck, you’re incredible, Freya. So fucking sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
“It’s the dress.”
“Sure, that’s pretty. But it’s the woman wearing it that I’m becoming obsessed with.”
She leans forward, her lips crashing against mine as we continue moving against each other.
Fire shoots through my veins, my body begging to take what it needs right here. But I can’t. As hot as it would be to take Freya for the first time in the back of a limo, she deserves so much more than that.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t give her a little taste of what’s to come …
“You think I can get you off like this before we pull up outside our building?” I ask, my voice rough.
She pulls back and looks at me through hooded eyes.
It’s all the answer I need.
Challenge accepted.
I tighten my grip on her hips to help her keep moving over me as I kiss and nip down her neck.
In only minutes, she’s trembling in my hold.
“That’s it, Freya. I want you to come for me. Then when we get in, I’m going to strip you naked, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night worshipping you.”
She moans loudly.
“You like the sound of that, huh? I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, and I’m going to make you come on my tongue again. I can still taste you from earlier. So fucking sweet, Freya. I want that on my tongue every damn day.”
Her grip on my shoulders tightens until I’m convinced she’s broken the skin.
“Come for me, Freya. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart.” Her body quakes, her pleas for more getting louder. “That’s it. Good girl.”
“Cole,” she moans as her release finally hits her.
Her eyes slam closed, and she bites on the inside of her lips as she rides out the waves of pleasure before collapsing on my chest.
“Beautiful,” I muse, smoothing down her hair and kissing the top of her head. “Can’t wait to get you inside, baby. Our night has only just started.
She lets out a noise that’s a mixture between a whimper and a giggle, and I take that as excited agreement.
I’d lost track of time, but only two minutes later, the limo pulls to a stop, and when I look out the window, I find that we’re home.
“Are your legs going to work, or will you need me to carry you again?”