《Starting Over In Sin City》Chapter Four
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"Okay" it just came out of my mouth and then I realized that I was in an extremely short skirt.
I turned to Lana "What about my dress?" I whispered as I leaned into her ear to talk
She turned her head to my ear "I have leggings in my bag. I thought you might need them" she gave me a look.
You know the look your friends give you when they know you better than you know yourself? Yep, she gave me that one and I didn't know how to take it. Like she knew I was going to be a full blow hoe tonight?
Before I could respond though she grabbed my arm. "Come on. We'll be back in five guys" she said over her shoulder already on the move to the bathroom.
By the time we got to the bathroom I was drunk and high. "Holy fuck Lana the whole room is spinning" I say leaning on the wall.
"Here take this" she said holding a white pill in her hand. "It'll wake you up"
I was so fucked up I took it with no questions. I just wanted my head not to spin.
"Here put these on under the dress and pull it up and under, It'll look like a shirt" she said handing me a black pair of leggings.
"Is this why you had me wear boots?You knew I'd find Cole hot?! Lana I don't want to start something. I have no problem going home with him and spending the night, for fun, and a fuck you to Ryan but that's all it'll be" I firmly tell her even in my drunken state.
"Okay okay just put your pants on and let's go" she says in a huff
"You do like Cole though don't you? I saw you put the shotgun on him" she laughs "still your best move"
"All I want from Cole is a ride...and All that implies" I smile
"I knew I would get you to let go tonight. Let's go before someone else gets a ride from Cole, they line up ya know-
"Okay, thank you, Lana. I don't need to know how many rides Cole has given" I tell her as I shimmy up my leggings.
It's taken me awhile because I'm wobbly and it took me forever to get my boots off. I bring up my shirt so it's bunched at my waist a little bit it just looks like a black spaghetti strap tank and leggings.
Damn it I have to put my boots back on. I grab them and walk over to a stall and put the lid down and sit on it so I can put my boots on easier.
"Where are we going anyway? And are you and Ghost exclusive or does he give a lot of rides too?" I ask pulling up one boot. I can feel my heart picking up a little. Weird
"Cole has a garage outside of town and city limits. We are going out to have a bon fire. I officially became Ghosts old lady, that's what they call a woman who is claimed and in an exclusive relationship with one of the members, about two months ago. An old lady is treated by the guys differently than the groupies. We're part of the family. That's what this all is. I have never felt a part of something, like I belonged, until I met Ghost and the guys" she told me with a sincere tone and a smile so big it lit up her eyes
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"I mean, I'm not delusional, I know what he does but I try not to think about it and they don't hurt innocent people, they hurt other clubs. Listen, I can't tell you this here, ears and all but we can talk tomorrow if you really want to know" she shrugs
"Okay, I can say I haven't see you this happy. I'm ready" I tell her standing up from the stall. I do feel a little less spiny.
"How does it look?" I ask looking at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes still scowling back at me in hatred.
I brush my hands through my hair and watch Lana reapply her signature red lipstick.
"Can I have that?" I ask with a smirk
"Get him girl. It's Kylie matte, it ain't goin nowhere" she laughs handing it to me.
I apply a perfect pouty lip and when I hand it back my hand feels tingly.
"What did you give me? I feel great!" I said going out the door
"Shhh. It was just a little happy pill. Don't tell anyone okay?" She hushes me
"Okay" I say looking for Cole
"They are on the bikes out front" she tells me holding up her phone. Must have gotten a text from Ghost
I start to get butterflies in my stomach as we approach the door. As soon as we step out into the warm night air my head already feels better. Nice and quiet really, despite it being Vegas.
Cole sits on his matte black Harley Davidson bike, smoking, looking like every bit of a bad decision but God does he make it look good doing it.
He was talking to Ghost who sat next to him on his bike that was very similar except his was very shiny black.
Lana went right up to his bike and threw her leg over the bike straddling Ghosts back. "Here baby" Ghost handed her black helmet with a pink skull on it. Of course
"Don't doing anything crazy Cole. Keep her safe" she tells Cole her eyes burning into him
His eyes hadn't left me since I walked up. I just stood there rocking back and forth. I was finding it hard to stand still.
"Come here" Coles deep voice commanded me and I walked over to him immediately, making him smile.
He took my hand and put a black helmet in it "have you ever rode before?"
"Yes" I answered but didn't explain "it's been awhile though" I tell him truthfully "they make me nervous"
"You'll never ride with anyone safer than me" he quickly pulled me so close that it made me gasp. I was leaning on the bike as He took the helmet from me and put it on my head, watching my face as he did. I held my breath.
"Hold on to me; tight" he winked "lean with me or you'll put us down, okay?"
"Okay" I released the held breath
"One more thing" he said and then tilted his head, leaned into my lips and give me a deep kiss. My body ignited and my arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His hands went down to my butt and squeezed as he lifted me up a little making a whimper get caught in my throat.
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"Cole" Ghost said from beside us making Cole release me.
Jesus Christ this man can kiss
My thong was soaked.
Cole started the bike and yelled at me to get on. I did happily, straddling his back, I wrapped my arms around his chiseled abs and held on tight. His hand laid on mine that were clasped at his waist for a minute making my body react to his touch again "ready?" He asked.
I lay my left check on his back against his leather vest and held him tighter "yes" I say against his back and the bike pulls away; fast.
I hold in a squeal. I really hate bikes but man do I love my thighs squeezed tight around Cole right now. I found my hands made their way under his tee shirt and my thumb was lightly rubbing his soft skin.
"How ya doin?" He called to me over the roar of the bike
"Good" I said again against his back. I still hadn't opened my eyes. I had no idea where Lana was either.
I felt his hand fall down against my calf and rub my leg. I liked that and the comfort it gave me, that He gave me.
"Open your eyes and look at the lights Hailey" wow I was surprised he actually remembered my name.
I opened one eye and could see the pavement racing by us. That is really scary. I held him tighter "That's ok. I'm good" I yell "how much longer?" I ask
"As long as it takes you to open your eyes and tell me what you see" he turns his head as he yells so I can hear him
"Cole!" I slap his belly a little
He throws his head back and laughs a beautiful deep belly laugh. It's like music.
God damn it Lana! I'm walking out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Slowly I opened my eyes and lifted my head off his back a few inches and tried to peak over his shoulder. I could see a few bikes ahead of us and I knew there were bikes behind us. I looked back enough where I could see that Lana and Ghost were just off to the right and back a bikes length. Besides that were the tons of strip lights off the horizon as we headed out into the desert.
I held on to him extra tight, pulled and lifted myself up towards his butt more, until there was not a sliver of space between my open legs. His ass was wedged in there.
I wasn't so scared now and I was feeling...horny? I'm going to kill Lana for giving me whatever that pill was.
My breathing started to pick up as I started to picture Cole kissing every inch of my body. I started rubbing his stomach, feeling the hills and valleys of his ab muscles. I let my right hand fall to his thigh and I felt him tense a little.
My thumb was right on the seam of his crotch. So I started slowly rubbing back and forth until I felt his big hand fall over mine and push down. A groan crawled up from him as I felt how hard he was under my touch. I could feel how turned on I was and I could feel the wetness in between my legs.
I moved my hand until I could palm him a little and squeezed his cock firmly in my hand. I felt his head fall back a little and moan rumble in his back that I had my cheek against again.
His hand grabbed mine and put it back under his shirt.
Could have been worse
"Slow down sweetheart about fifteen more minutes" he said in a low ruble but I heard him through his back.
Then I felt a hand go right between my legs, trying to work a gap open, so I slid back a little. His hand feel down into the gap between my legs and touched me where my body was throbbing. Even through the material it felt amazing. I couldn't wait to get off this bike.
"Tell me what you see" he asked still rubbing my heat through my leggings.
"Lana" I breath out " Lana and Ghost behind us-Uh-
I gasped as he circled a finger against my clit and clasped him tighter to me. He had his spot now and didn't give up
"Fuck-um bikes in front of us-I-I- oh God Cole" I could feel myself right in the edge of my orgasm and he stopped Dick
I pinched him on his stomach skin, he moved his hand and slapped me, not hard. Then I felt his magic fingers between my legs again and my hips rocked forward a little as he continued to circle my devils play button, about to make me come.
"What else did you see?" He asked
The knot in my stomach so tight, it was going to burst any second "tell me" his voice was commanding and he applied pressure when he circled
"Liiiights" I screamed as I tightened up my legs around him as if they were a vice grip. I closed my eyes as my orgasm tore through my body and I actually saw little silver flashing lights.
I tightened my clasped grip on his waist, if that was possible, afraid I'd fall off the bike as I came.
Jesus Christ that was on a moving bike, through leggings with his back to me!
Can you even imagine with effort what sex with him is like?
He moved his hand from between my legs and let it rest on my calf gently rubbing it as the bikes were rolling down a private dirt road, kicking up dust behind us. We finally came to a stop on a piece of property that was out in, what seemed to be, the middle of nowhere in the desert.
Once we stopped, he shut the bike down and turned his head to me "Do you like bikes now?" His sexy smirk teasing me, knowing he made me cum.
"Oddly enough, yes I do"
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