Chapter 5

Miracle

Cole keeps holding my hand and I am freaking out. I’m so afraid he will get grossed out by my sweaty palms.

This is new territory for me.

This...whatever it is with Cole, is all so new to me, but I’m loving every anxiety ridden second.

He stops short outside a brick building. Music is flowing softly from an upstairs window. “This is me.”

If he doesn’t give Bridgette and me a lift home later my feet are going to hate me for a month.  I’m not used to all this walking everywhere.

I’m from the country.

I’m no city slicker.

Cole’s apartment is far from fancy but it's no dump either. When we walk in, there are four guys on the couch and some chick sitting in a recliner.  A pepperoni pizza is on the center of the coffee table along with a few beers. One of the guys gives Cole a chin lift and tells us to help ourselves to the pizza. There's no way I can eat right now. My stomach is doing somersaults; I’ve never been to a guy’s place...like as his date.

Bridgette smiles with a polite, “thanks but no thanks.”

Another guy introduces himself as Rhyner and gives his seat to Bridgette. I do believe he thinks she’s pretty; he can’t stop staring at her. She needs the ego boost after seeing Coy lip locked with some cheerleader. The dude isn’t too bad looking himself. Dark brown hair, shaved on one side revealing a spider web tattoo on his scalp, not to mention his piercing green eyes and those tree trunks that make up his legs. His long legs fold up like an accordion as he sits on the floor next to Bridgette while she takes up his recent spot on the couch.

Cole grabs my hand leading me to the small but quaint kitchen. The cabinets are dark oak and the counter is white tile. The appliances look worn and used, but fairly clean; that's what I'd expect to see with two bachelors. Well...that or a pig sty.

Strong hands grip my belt loops jerking me into the hard body they are attached to. Like I said, Cole is all man. His arms are thick and the span of his shoulders is huge. His pecs are hard like boulders as I steady my palms against his chest. He's a real tall drink of water too. The top of my head hardly reaches his chin.

Those demanding fingers tilt my chin up as his dark eyes search my face. I'm not sure what he's looking for, but whatever it is...he's liking what he's found.

I'm positive he's going to kiss me with the way he's gazing at me full of hunger. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows before licking his perfectly kissable lips.

I suddenly feel hot and tingly all over. Did the temperature just rise?

With his head dipping down in the direction of my mouth, his lips nearly touching mine, I can feel the warmth of his smile. I can't stand the anticipation. If he doesn't go for it soon I may die right here.

What a tragedy that would be. I can just see the headlines now: Girl dies waiting to be kissed.

Closing my eyes, I pucker my lips, willing and ready. His minty breath tickles my nose as his facial scruff scratches my chin.

So close.

So freaking close.

Just kiss me already.

“Morgan,” he breathes out my name.

“Yeah…” I say opening my eyes.

“Do you want a beer?”

“Wh-what?” the word gets caught in my throat. His question throws me for a loop. Wasn't he about to kiss me?

“I said do you want a beer or something?”

“Sure,” I respond with a nod. As he opens the fridge I cross the room and take up one of the stools at the breakfast bar wondering what went wrong.

Is it my breath?

Oh shit!

Do I have a booger?

Cole slides the beer across the bar to me after opening it. I don't really care much for the taste of beer. I'd rather have some of my dad's moonshine. That shit will make a boy sprout hair on his chest. I can’t help but wonder if Cole’s chest is smooth or hairy, like a real man’s is.

Cole’s eyes are still on me, and I feel all kinds of awkward.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see Bridgette is chatting away, oblivious to my humiliation. If it didn't appear as though she were having such a great time getting to know Cole’s friend, I'd fake an upset stomach and bail.

“Where’s your bathroom?” I have to get a peek in the mirror. If something is hanging out of my nose, I will die of humiliation.

“Down the hall, only door on the right,” he says.

In the privacy of the bathroom I flip the light on, and peer in the mirror. checking my nose. Good, all clear. I slump against the wall. Why didn’t he kiss me? I blow my breath into my cupped hand. Nothing funky.

I count to sixty and wash my hands. I don’t want to stay in here too long.

When I emerge from the bathroom, Cole is sitting on the stool I was previously occupying, smiling at me.

Returning his smile, I feel a little better. Maybe he didn't want to molest my mouth with his friends watching.

Going to the other side of the bar, I return to nursing my beer while thinking of something to say. He makes me so flustered I can’t even think straight.

“So... what are you majoring in?”

“Business. You?”

“I want to be an art therapist. My older sister is a speech therapist and she loves it. I love to paint, not that I'm all that good at it. But, I want to help people. My sister’s husband, had this thing where he lost part of his tongue. So, she went into learning speech therapy for him. You would hardly know he’s missing the tip with how far he’s come now.”

Oh my God, shut up Morgan. He’s going to think you're some kind of weirdo.

He nods, and I take another sip of my beer. When I get nervous I ramble. Shit. I find one guy that I like, and I have to go and weird him out.

“You have a lot of sisters?”

“Just two, Harley and Dawn. Then there are my brother’s; Jamie, Axel, and Abel. Jamie's in New York and Dawn lives in Virginia. Then Harley, Axel, and Abel are with my parents.”

“Big family. I just have my younger sister, Sara,” he tells me.

“That’s cool. I have two sets of siblings. My real mom bailed and my stepdad gave me up. It all worked out though. My adoptive parents are great. Oh gosh, I’m rambling, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I like listening to you talk. You get the cutest smile when you're excited. Your bottom lip is so thick, juicy...damn...” He stops talking when he leans across the counter and claims my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, grazing me with his teeth.

Shit.

Hot shit.

Damn, that’s sexy.

“Morgan.”

“Yeah?” I say with a sigh.

“Stop talking.” He laughs as my eyes go wide.

“I said that aloud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did. I think that mouth of yours is sexy too.”

I know I’m blushing as I hide my face with my hands.

Cole’s large digits wrap around both my wrists trying to pry my hands from my face.

“Morgan, look at me,” he demands.

Spreading my fingers, I peek between the gaps. “What,” I mumble.

“Come with me.”

Dropping my hands, I allow him to lead me down the hall to his bedroom.

Ahh! I squeal inside. I’ve never been in a dude’s bedroom before. Well, I’ve been in my little brothers’ rooms but they don’t count, obviously.

Cole’s bedroom is bare. There's nothing personal on his walls. The only item hinting he even lives here is the bottle of cologne on the dresser.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he says all husky and seductive, “C’mere.” His gritty voice travels from my head to my toes, warming me much more than the beer has.

Yep, it's definitely getting hotter in here.

I step further into the room, his hand reaching for mine. The tips of his fingers are cool from the beer can, when he touches me it gives me a small but pleasurable chill. His knees part as he pulls me to stand between them.

In one swift motion, he brings me into his lap. His lips find my neck, peppering kisses along my collarbone as he brushes my hair behind my shoulder.

Unsure of what to do with my own hands as his snake up my shirt, I wrap them around his neck.

“Much better,” he says as he skims the outline of my bra.

If he touches my boob is that second base? I wonder. I’m so fucking lame. One would think growing up in a motorcycle club I would have seen my fair share of the clubwhores pleasing the brothers, but my dad made damn sure I wasn’t allowed at the Roadhouse, unless it was a family gathering. I mean, I’ve seen things in movies and seen my friends make out with their boyfriends. I’ve just never done any of it myself.

Do I kiss his neck, suck on his ear, rub my fingers over his shoulders or through his hair?

He guides my hand away from his neck, bringing my hand to his mouth. Those wicked lips of torture brush against my knuckles and my thighs squeeze together wishing he was kissing my lips instead.

Finally, he grants my wish, his mouth finds mine and this kiss could set the world on fire, or at least my panties...if I were wearing any.

Cole

Morgan’s tongue flicks against mine tasting of beer. Her velvety lips are pressed to mine. I can tell she doesn’t know what to do. That’s okay though, I’ll guide her. I will show her how good being with a guy like me can be. I'll show her what kind of man I really am. I can be the good guy, but in the bedroom, I love control. Sometimes being a bad guy pays off.

I’m trying like hell to hold back and not move too fast. Morgan isn’t the sort of girl you take home for a quick fuck. She's the type of girl who makes you earn whatever she decides to give you.

Her breath hitches in her throat. A soft moan escapes her parted lips when I brush my thumb across her nipple over the lace of her bra.

I know I told her no panties, but I won’t push her into sex. I get the feeling this is the furthest she’s let a guy get, and I feel privileged.

I don’t know what it is about her, but something pulls me to her.

There's something much deeper between us, as if I know her from a different life.

“Cole, I-...” she pauses.

“You what, Morgan?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing. Should I be touching you or something?” She looks so lost, it’s sweet.

I’ve not been with a girl who didn’t love sex.

This is a first.

Fuck, I’ve never dated a virgin.

After being dicked around by Harper, it’s nice.

“What do you want to do, Morgan? Just follow your instincts. We’ll go at your pace. I’ll never pressure you to go further than you want to.”

“Sounds good, I just feel stupid. You’re all hot as balls and I’m Sister Mary when it comes to fooling around. I mean you’re not the first guy I’ve kissed or anything. It’s just… this will sound so fucking dumb.” She shakes her head.

The thought of any other guy ever touching her, kissing her...has me wanting a list of their names so I can track them down and beat the shit out of them for ever touching what's mine.

“Hey, whatever it is I’m sure I won’t think it’s dumb. Just tell me.” I give her a quick peck to the lips and she comes back for more. Her fingers fist my hair as she twists around so that she’s straddling me.

“Goddamn,” I growl as she grinds her hips, rolling her virgin cunt against my crotch. I have to pull back for some air and slow her down. “So, what’s this thing?”

Her eyes dart downward and she laces her fingers with mine. “Like I said it’s dumb, weird, whatever. I’m adopted. I told you. Well, I don’t know who my dad was or is, whatever. I’ve never really dated and let anything go further than a kiss or two, because...what if I really fall for a guy and we get close. What if it got serious and we slept together or even had kids someday only to find out we’re related?”

I take a deep breath. I don’t know what I thought she’d say. Maybe that she was a good girl and sex is against her religion or something?

“That's twisted.” My mind drifts to the family I’ve never met and in a way, I can understand her worry. I don't know any of my relatives. Shit, Morgan could be my cousin for all I know.

I don't want to follow that train of thought though. We sure as fuck don't look alike or anything. But, then again, just because we don't look alike doesn't mean anything. However, I’m, not entertaining the thought.

“I feel you, but that's no way to live.”

“You make me want to try. You make me want to let my guard down. Is that crazy? We don't even know each other. But, there's just something about you. You make me feel...safe...like you're...familiar.” Her soft eyes are trained on mine, and I wonder what all is running through that pretty head of hers.

“Not crazy at all. We'll take our time and get to know each other. I want you to trust me, and I like how open you are. Not many girls are honest and so forthcoming. You're definitely unlike anyone I've ever met. I guarantee if we'd met before now you'd have made a lasting impression. You're unforgettable.”

She grins. “That's a whole lot of sweet coming from an outlaw,” she teases, leaning in for another kiss.

She doesn’t know the half of it.

Falling back on the mattress, I bring Morgan with me. I feel like I'm fifteen again and getting past second base for the first time.

We lay on my bed with our legs and arms tangled, doing nothing much other than kissing.

She starts getting braver, her nails rub over my chest under my shirt. She's not as nervous as she was earlier. As much as I'd love to get her naked, to touch and taste that uncharted pussy, I'm cool with just this.

I'll take what she wants to give me. I never felt this way with anyone else. It makes me sound like an ass, but I'd go over to my girlfriend’s house and let her suck me off, then I'd leave to go ride with my friends, leaving her behind unsatisfied.

I don't want to be that prick with Morgan.

She deserves better.

Having that thought pop into my head is another first. I’m a greedy bastard who normally wouldn’t care about much more than getting off.

My phones rings, and I know without looking at my screen who it is.

Harper.

She always calls me when she gets lonely, and I never answer, unless it’s about a job. Not since I moved here. I don’t answer to her anymore, I’ve moved up. So has Rhyner.

“You want to get that?” Morgan asks.

“Nope. Only person I want to talk to is already here.”

“We aren't doing much talking.” She bites her lip and it's so sexy. She doesn't even realize she's doing it either.

Fucking Harper read some book, Fifty Shades or something and she was constantly biting her lip. Said the book told her it's a real turn on. It never did shit all for me when she'd do it, but Morgan, fuck. Sexy as all get out.

“You complaining?” I smirk, running my fingers along the waistband of her jeans.

“Nope,” she pops the P, laying her head on my chest as I rub circles on her back.

We must fall asleep at some point.

I wake with Morgan still curled against me and a light knock at my bedroom door.

Rhyner.

“Hey man, I’m gonna crash on the couch. Your girl’s friend is sleeping in my bed. I’m warning you man, there are eyes everywhere. Be careful.”

“I’m solid,” I tell him and crawl back in bed with my girl. I’m not worried about Morgan and my club life colliding.

Morgan doesn’t even flinch as I get back in bed and wrap my arms around her. The girl is out like a light.