Part 21 (1/2)
”Cole, listen, maybe you should-”
”No talking,” he said, getting rid of her bra and fastening his mouth onto her nipple, suckling while his hand worked between her legs.
Her body jolted from pleasure, liquid heat rus.h.i.+ng down to meet his probing fingers. G.o.d, that he could turn her on in two seconds flat.
”Cole, if you slow down we-”
”I said no talking.” His voice was hoa.r.s.e, his eyes intense. Turning her around, he placed her on her hands and knees on the bed and, after suiting up, took her from behind, gripping her hips and slamming against her hard and deep until her o.r.g.a.s.m roared through her, her legs gave out, and she fell onto the mattress.
Cole pulled out with a tortured growl and flipped her over. His face was stormy and a bit scary, but he also looked...desperate. And p.i.s.sed about it. He surged inside her again, kissing her harshly, his hands holding her head, his tongue possessing her mouth.
”f.u.c.k, Christy,” he cursed, sounding in pain, his mouth never completely leaving hers, his fingers caressing her face. ”f.u.c.k, baby. I need this.”
As his body tightened further with his impending release, he suddenly pulled out, ripped the condom off, and, face hard and pleading at the same time, wrapped her hand around his throbbing c.o.c.k. The second she clutched him, he came over her, and let out a ragged moan. Cords standing out of his neck, he exploded all over her stomach, his c.o.c.k pulsing, pressed against her skin.
He collapsed on her, his face on her neck, and she absorbed his weight. As his breathing steadied and he didn't move away, she tentatively caressed him. To her utter surprise, he let her, so she continued.
”What happened with your face?” she whispered after some minutes, while she brushed her fingers over the b.u.mp near his cheekbone.
Cole's snort rumbled through her, his body totally relaxed. ”Jack happened, baby. Tough motherf.u.c.ker,” he mumbled, lifting his face to her.
Christy smiled at him, her heart clenching as he smiled back at her, his expression gentle. She kissed him softly. ”I can tell. I could clean this up for you. Put-”
Cole froze, and she understood her mistake right away. His guard slammed down. Gone was the s.e.x-induced relaxation. He grabbed her hand and moved it away from him as he rolled off her.
”Not here for that.”
Just like that, a.s.shole, withdrawn Cole was back and old unguarded Cole was gone. And boy did she miss him.
Rosita's doorbell rang, taking Christy out of her reverie. Elle went to open. Three police officers marched in, cuffs in hands. And with one swift movement...they ripped off their own pants.
Oh G.o.d, the strippers.
Most of the bunnies, dead tired on the chairs two seconds before, were now up and screaming.
The strippers jumped on the counter, and the girls gathered in front of them, whistling and catcalling, money already waving in their hands.
Holly approached Elle. ”James is going to kill us.”
”But what a way to go, right?” The girl smirked. ”Besides, they're here just to strip and dance. Strictly hands-off.”
”Tell that to this horde throwing money at them.” It was going to be easy to keep Tate away from them; it was going to be more difficult to keep them alive and in one piece.
After the show, Paige, the girl Christy recognized as the Gothic waitress who had served them when she and Cole came to supper at Rosita's a while back, cleared the counter and began preparing mojitos. She looked the weirdest of them all. Fishnet stockings, military boots, that leather choker around her neck, and all those piercings on her face didn't mix too well with the bunny outfit. In fact, the contrast was so blatant and outrageous it was cool as h.e.l.l. She'd had to swat men away all night long. Same for Elle, although the latter for different reasons. Elle was just gorgeous. Brazen and sweet at the same time.
By the second round of mojitos, the music was blasting from the stereo, three girls were dancing on the tables, and Tate was dancing on the counter. It was sometime around the third round that James and his bachelor party came to Rosita's.
”Girls, prepare your Franklins. We got more strippers!” someone shouted, and the rest cheered.
James rolled his eyes, walked to where Tate was dancing, and left the two six-packs he was carrying on it. The second she saw him, a huge smile broke across her face. She slid down the counter and threw herself at him. He looked at her s.h.i.+rt, said something in her ear, and she laughed.
The rest of James's party marched into Rosita's. Whoa, talk about eye candy. Christy hadn't seen so many hunks together in her whole life. No wonder some girls had thought them to be more strippers. She didn't recognize many of them, just Max and Mike and...yeah, there he was: Cole. Her heart all but stopped at the sight of him. He was so d.a.m.n beautiful; every time she saw him it hit her anew and she forgot how to breathe. He nodded at her, but he didn't come closer. Her gut clenched, but she fought to ignore it. He'd obviously only been interested in spending time with her in public for the sake of appearances, because now that she'd put a stop to the fake dates, he went to great lengths not to be anywhere near her in public. True, she'd insisted on not socializing, but she hadn't said anything about being treated as a pariah. Whatever, it was okay. O-kay. Peachy.
When Cole spotted Elle, he marched toward her. ”I thought we agreed no strippers.”
She winked at him. ”No, we agreed no lap dances. Big difference. Hey, you brought along the Borg,” she said, waving to a huge, scary-looking man who seemed to be grinding his jaw. He didn't blink, didn't acknowledge Elle anyhow, but she just laughed and swayed toward him.
The impromptu party kicked in right away.
As Christy moved to the counter to leave her empty mojito gla.s.s and pick up a beer, a guy Max had introduced her to but whose name she couldn't for the life of her remember, came to help. If she wasn't mistaken, he was one of James's a.s.sociates.
”Need any help...bunny number six?” he asked, looking at the text on her s.h.i.+rt.
It looked like she wasn't the only one with name amnesia. ”Forgotten my name?”
He smirked. ”Guilty as charged. Sorry. I'm Zack.”
She put her hand out. ”Christy. You know, tonight I've been called 'bunny number six' so many times it feels weird to hear my name. Although it was worse when I was standing near Sophie, who happens to be bunny number nine. You wouldn't believe the s.h.i.+t I heard about that.”
He barked out a laugh. ”Yep, I can imagine. I bet those outfits were a riot wherever you were. We were lucky. Max wanted us all to wear togas, but Cole vetoed the whole idea. Thank G.o.d.”
Christy chuckled. ”A toga-themed bachelor party?” Zack a.s.sented. Man, that would have been something. Although on second thought, it was better this way. She could barely resist Cole as it was; having him half-naked and wrapped in a blanket would be overkill. Cole would have hated it, though. No wonder he'd vetoed it.
”I get you aren't a big fan of togas either, are you?”
”No, not really. But if I'd have known I was going to be meeting such cute bunnies, I'd have considered it. Kind of s.e.xy, don't you think? Elle and Max should have synchronized their efforts.”
She laughed. ”Sure, you could have come dressed as lumberjacks and us as Little Red Riding Hoods.”
”My thoughts exactly. Although being the wolf would be more my speed.”
”You look too nice to be the wolf.”
”That's my charm blinding you. It's part of my technique.”
Christy laughed again. They talked for a while. Zack was funny and great company.
”So, Christy, what are your plans for tomorrow?” he asked as she took a sip of her beer. She spilled some on herself, and Zack swept her chin with his fingers.
In no time Cole was there. And he was mad. Spitting fire from his nostrils would have been a more fitting description.
”Hi, Cole. I'm trying to convince Christy here to go out with me tomorrow.”
It was a testament to how distracted Zack was with Christy that he didn't realize the sudden danger he was in.
”Not going to happen.”
Zack looked at him with curiosity. ”Have I stepped into someone else's territory?”