Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (58 page)

When her warm mouth closed over the top of him and swallowed him down, he gripped her hair out of reflex. Rylan didn’t protest, and Cole gripped it harder, pulling on her hair slightly. Picking up her speed, Rylan bobbed her head. Cole was lost between needing it to stop and wanting it to keep going. In pure frustration, he growled out, releasing Rylan’s hair and stepping back, away from her.

“Come on Ry, on the bed, babe.” Rylan climbed on the bed, but stayed on her knees, not lying back. Cole shook his head as he gently pushed her back and lifted her legs out from underneath her. Meeting her eyes, he gave her a lopsided grin before he
started placing kisses up her calves, and thighs before ghosting over her center, inhaling her sweet aroma without touching her.

Rylan shivered with anticipation, goose bumps peppering her skin. A soft whimper escaped her as Cole stayed steady above her core
and breathed her in. Cole caressed her center, making love to her with his tongue. Rylan squirmed and moaned as waves of desire and ecstasy coursed through her. Flicking and circling her nub with his tongue, he fought off the sensation to grab his cock and bring himself pleasure as he brought it to Rylan. Running a finger up her wet center, he eased it into her, and Rylan’s cry of pleasure and bucking of her hips was the reaction he was hoping for, he had her moaning out his name and clawing at his head.

“Oh… Oh… Cole!” She clutched his ears and thrust her hips up toward his mouth. As she started to come down, Cole slipped his fingers out of her and kept up the frantic rhythm on her clit as he climbed her body, keeping her on the edge. Wiping his face on the sheets before he reached her chest, he stopped and sucked on her hard nipples. He kissed his way up to her mouth and paused. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he groaned in hindrance knowing he needed to halt everything and pull on a condom.

Rylan’s brows creased in concern at the look on his face. Cole stepped away from the bed, digging in his pants for the condom he knew was there. Rylan sat panting, coming down from her high and watching. “We don’t need that.”

His head snapped up. “Huh?
Why not?”

“I’m on the pill
, and I trust you. Come here.”

Well that was perfect, except he wished they’d discussed it earlier, prior to breaking up their rhythm. Dropping the package
, he went back to the bed and went back down on the girl he loved more than anything.  Before too long they were both right back where they had left off. Cole’s lips captured Rylan’s mouth in an expert dance. He licked her bottom lip, getting her to open up. As he slid his tongue into her mouth, he slid his length into her. Both of them groaned in pleasure as he began rocking his hips in and out.

Reaching her hand between their bodies, Rylan brought herself back to edge of an orgasm. Moaning and
writhing beneath him. Cole growled into her ear, “You like that, babe?”

“Yes!
Oh God yes, Cole!” She shuddered and squeezed her legs around his hips, making it impossible for him to move.

“Loosen up babe, I can’t keep moving.”

“Hold on, I’m so close.” She squeezed her inner walls and thighs again, grinding against his shaft and pelvic bone.

“
Aaaahhhhh!” She cried out as their bodies trembled, squeezing Cole tighter, and making him lose control in that instant. When her legs fell loose and he could move once again, it didn’t take him long to reach the point she was just at. Thrusting into her hard and fast had him groaning out in reply, as he emptied himself into her. “Ryyyyyy… dear God.”

After cleaning up and crawling back into bed, he kissed Rylan’s head.
He whispered against the black strands, “That was amazing. I’ve missed you so much.”

Rylan sleepily answered back. “It was
. We need to practice on coming together. But I’m okay with practicing. Miss you and love you, Cole.” Her eyes drifted closed and snuggled into his chest a little more.

Cole sighed, kissing her head again. “Love you
, babe.”

With Rylan wrapped in his arms, Cole smiled as he drifted to sleep.

Chapter Eight

The sun was setting against the back of the house as Cole walked down the steps leading toward his circular drive. After leaving Jacksonville, he brought Rylan home for the first time. They christened his room, the room he hoped to call theirs very soon.

He left Rylan with the crews at the estate as he drove over to the airport to pick up his mom. Seeing her for the first time in five years was surreal. It felt almost as good as seeing Rylan
--almost. His eyes met hers and he saw the happiness and fear in her eyes. “Mom.”

“Chris… I mean Cole, how are you son?” She approached him wearily.

“It’s okay, Mom. I know it will take some getting use to. I’m good. Real good.”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to him. She slid an arm around his waist. “That’s good, son. We ready?”

“Do we need to go get your luggage?” He flicked his gaze toward the baggage claim.

“No, I packed everything in here.” She lifted her carry on.

Cole grabbed it from her and led the way to his truck. Opening her door and helping her in, he smiled before closing the door and throwing the carry on in the back of the truck.

They drove the distance to his house talking about Rylan and their reunion,
but as they pulled into the driveway his mom sat up straighter. “Before we get there, I was asked to ask you if you would call your father. He wants to explain a few things. But he wants to do it on your terms. He doesn’t want to push himself on you, like I have.”

“Mom, stop
. You didn’t. I called you. I asked you to come. I will call him as soon as I am ready. Okay?”

“That’s all I ask.”

“So things with you and dad are okay then?”

McKenna dropped her head, closing her eyes. “We still live together but things are strained and have been. We’ll figure it all out, Son.”

Cole just shook his head. He knew, he knew it was because of the ultimatum  and his leaving. He’d call his dad and maybe that would lead to his parents fixing things too.

The week with his mom and Ry
lan in his home was perfect. It finally felt like a home, and he didn’t want to lose that feeling. He never wanted Rylan to leave. He asked her to stay with him between races that season. Luckily, she agreed.

The next thing he had to do was call his father. Was he ready to hear his excuses? He wasn’t sure, but he was ready to move forward
, and to be able to do that he had to start fixing things with his dad.

He paced the circular drive that was covered in pebbles, with his thumb hovering over the send button.
You can do this, West! You’re a grown man.
Taking a deep breath in before blowing it out, he closed his eyes and lowered his thumb before lifting the phone to his ear.

“Christopher
Leadman.” His dad’s voice sounded older and tired.

Cole internally struggled with how to address the man. Should he call him
“Dad” or “Father?” Maybe he should just address him as “Christopher.” He swallowed all fear about confronting his dad.

“Dad.”

“Chris, I’m glad you called. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah, we do.” He admitted.

His dad let out a long sigh before starting in on their past. “Son, I want, no, I need you to understand why I gave you the ultimatum I did. When I turned twenty, my father forced my hand in staying and joining the company. I was in love with your mom. My father didn’t want me to race. He knew if he offered me the company and his permission to marry your mother, whom he didn’t like, that I would stay.

“I knew racing was your dream. I thought I knew that if you stayed for Rylan, you would have never followed your dream. Now, I can see that I was wrong. I apologize for that, for making you choose so young. If I had waited, I would have known nothing would have come between you and your dream or you and your girl.”

“I didn’t know that about you and mom. I didn’t know. You’re right though, nothing would have come between me and Rylan, especially not racing.”

“Once you left and changed your name I realized what a huge mistake I made. Things between your mom and I became difficult. She blamed me for your disappearing, and rightfully so. We rarely
talk, until you called her we hadn’t said more than a handful of words to each other. I started searching for you and came up empty handed. You were gone. I stopped following racing, it hurt too much. I’m sorry son. I don’t expect you to forgive me right now, but I do hope we can fix this--fix us. I miss you, Chris.”

“It’s Cole now. I want to talk and fix us too. Since getting Ry back, I realized how much I miss you and mom. Why don’t you come here after the next race is finished?”

“That sounds good, son. I’ll be there when you guys get back. Your mom and I both will be.”

“Okay, Dad
, I’ll see you then.” They both hung up, and Cole looked at his phone, not really sure what to do with what his dad said. He figured time would tell.

Epilogue

Present Day

RYLAN

Two years ago, I came back into Cole’s life, and it was a whirlwind of sex, fights, and racing. It was everything I missed over the five years we were apart. Not long after Cole and I reunited in Jacksonville, he started working on the relationship with his parents. He actually called his father, and as of today, they are together. We are a family.

That first year there was so many mountains we had to climb, lakes to swim across and mud to trudge through, to be together. We were lucky enough that word of our past had travelled through the racing scene, stopping not all, but most, rumors about me using Cole to get ahead in the scene. It was one more hurdle we had overcome. Was it worth it? To get where I am today?
Absofuckinglutely!

It
was my wedding day. I was marrying the man that I have loved since I was old enough to realize I was in love with him. I was marrying my teenage love Christopher Owen Leadman and the love of my life, Cole West. In exactly eight hours, I would become Mrs. Cole Leadman West. As I thought about the wonderful day ahead of me, I kicked my feet, screaming like a schoolgirl, and got my legs tangled in the sheets.

“Woo
Hoo! You’re getting hitched, bitch!” Jamie squealed as she ran into my part of the presidential suite Cole put us in for the night. She flung herself on the bed, wrapping her arms around my body and rolling us back and forth. “Are you fucking excited?”

I wiggled free from her and started kicking and screaming again, Jamie laughed as she rolled on to her back and joined in. “Hell yeah! It’s my fucking wedding day!”

“Get your cute little ass up and in the shower, we have to get to the spa my darlin.” Jamie slapped my ass and climbed out of bed.

“Okay, I’m going.” I gathered my clothes and headed for the bathroom with its large shower and rain shower head. “I may be a minute, I love this shower.”

I heard Jamie laugh before I closed the door and stared at myself in the mirror.
It’s finally here
. Smiling, I stripped down, turned the water on hot and climbed in, remembering the day Cole asked me to be his wife.

The award ceremony for the second year of my AMA Pro career was approaching, and I had won the title. Actually, I took the title from Cole. It was an amazing feeling to be acknowledged among all the male racers
. I was a champion. All of my hard work had paid off.

Cole picked me up for the awards; he brought his truck instead of his bike, knowing that I was wearing a dress. “You look gorgeous, babe.”

I reached up and kissed his beautiful full lips. “Thank you. Have I told you before how much I love you in a suit? If not, I do.”

The rumble in his sculpted chest reached places in me as he squeezed me to his side. He had on a tailored dark grey suit with an eggplant colored tie to match my deep purple dress. My dress was exquisite; McKenna had helped me choose it. She said it matched my hair
, so it was necessary. My hair was a dark purple at the tips. I had gotten rid of the green, went blue, and finally to purple. I loved the purple. My dress was strapless with a sequenced bodice and fit just past my hips before flaring out with layers of lace and ruffles. The look in Cole’s eyes confirmed his mom was right and the dress was perfect.

As the night passed, I noticed Cole wasn’t drinking as much as he normally would
, and on more than one occasion, I leaned in to ask him if he was okay. He insisted he was fine, but his forehead was glistening with sweat, and it was unlike him not to drink. I was getting very concerned by the time my name was finally announced.

“Ladies and
gentleman, I have the honor to introduce this year’s champion. Not only is this person a wonderful person that deserves the title after the battle they’ve been through to get here, but she is the first female to ever when the ARRO Pro Champion title. The committee would like to congratulate Rylan Goff on a hard won season. Rylan, come join me up here, please?”

The room erupted in applause. I could here Jamie and Brant hollering my name from our table as I stood to head toward the stage and podium. The director of the circuit along with a trophy
girl and a few other committee members stood on the stage. The smile that spread across my face began to hurt my cheeks as it grew bigger with each step.

Shaking the director’s hand first, I thanked him. “You are very welcome.” He stepped back up to the microphone. “Rylan joined the circuit two years ago, joining the league of few women in the circuit. She pushed hard and made herself known on and off the racetrack. Not only is she an excellent rider
, but she is also a wonderful role model.” He took the trophy and presented it to me. “Congratulations Rylan on a successful season--well done.” I clasped the trophy, raising it in the air.

“Thank you all so much. I am honored to be standing up here, representing the females of racing and accepting this title. To all the ladies in racing and those girls growing up wanting to race, this is for you! We can do it, too!”

Before I could slip off the stage and out of the spot
light, Cole was standing up, along with everyone else in the place clapping. As I said my thank youse and received hugs and back claps of congratulations, I watched Cole approach the stage.

He lifted a finger, crooked it, and motioned for me to come here. I slowly made my way down the few steps and stopped in front of him. Someone passed something over my shoulder to Cole. When he brought the microphone to his lips, I figured that must have been what was handed over.

“Rylan Marie Goff, I am so proud of you. You fought your way through the west coast circuit, found yourself a sponsor, hired yourself a crew and made your way cross country to join the pro circuit. I knew one day soon we would be standing here and including you into the tight ring of outstanding racers that have won the championship title. Congratulations.”

I leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek, but he stopped me with his hand. “Hang on, babe.” He flashed me a devilish smile as he used the handkerchief in his front pocket to wipe the still present sweat from his forehead. Chuckling, he faced the crowd. “I’m a nervous wreck, sorry guys. Give me just a minute and your evening can return to normal.”

I looked out at the tables of racers and race teams. There were so many people,
and I was starting to feel anxious. I had no clue what Cole was up to, but the shake in his voice had my stomach twisted in knots.

A movement from Cole’s direction brought my gaze back to him,
and as I took in the black velvet box and him down on one knee, my pulse quickened and my shaking hand came up to cover my mouth.

“Ry, I love you to the moon and back, babe. I’ve loved you since the day you yelled at me to stop kicking rocks at you. You are my spitfire. You’re my home. You are the love of my life
, and I want to spend the rest of my day racing you. As long as I am behind you though, I kinda like your ass.” The room was silent until his little ass remark, but then a few cat calls, and whistles punctured the silence along with several deep chuckles and girly sighs. Cole winked as he pulled the princess cut diamond ring from its resting place in the box.

Lifting the ring up so I could see it, I took a split second to look at the large diamond surrounded by several tiny black and white diamonds that not only outlined the main diamond but also covered the setting and band. It was gorgeous, unbelievably gorgeous, but not nearly as breathtaking as when I lifted my gaze and met Cole’s. His dark eyes locked with mine
, and I could see the depth of his love in his eyes.

“I would be honored to share my trophy room with you, babe. I’ll even give you the top shelf if you’ll do me a huge favor and say yes, you’ll be my wife. Rylan, will you marry me?” He clutched my left hand in his
, waiting for my answer.

I wiped a few wayward tears and nodded, “YES! Hell
yes!” He slipped the ring on my finger as I leaned in, cupping his face in my hands and placing a lingering kiss on his lips as the room around us ruptured in cheers and congratulatory yells.

***

Jamie and I had been pampered, primped, polished, and fed. We were headed to my salon to have our hair styled and from there we were headed to Cole’s. I mean my house. I still can’t believe that huge estate is mine. I was awestruck the first time Cole took me to our home. It is a colonial style home, white with a brick red trimming and black faux shutters. All the windows are arched as are the double front doors. The wrap around porch creates a beautiful setting for afternoon beers or places to snuggle and watch the lightening bugs on all sides of our home.

We chose to have the wedding there because it is so astonishingly beautiful. Cole was smart when he purchased the mature property. The evergreens, bushes, and flowers that made up our backyard were the perfect size and made the yard look like an oasis.
Cole had a Koi pond installed in one corner, a hammock strung between to large trees in another section of the open yard, and then there’s a rose garden with an arch and bench and brick walkway, which is where we were going to get married. 

I
had felt nothing but excitement until my soon to be mother in-law walked into the salon with several bags and a forced smile covering her face.

“McKenna, I didn’t expect to see you until I got to Cole’s.”

“It’s your home too, Rylan.” She quirked an eyebrow at me.

“I know. What’s up?”

“Well, every bride needs her traditional wedding charms. I brought them for you. Most are family heirlooms that I hope you’ll wear, and the something new is from your father in-law to be.”

Shit!
I hadn’t thought about all that.
What was it again? Something new, something blue?
I couldn’t even recall them. “Okay, I know this sounds horrible, but what are the traditional charms?”

“Oh,
your something new, borrowed, old, and blue. Sorry, dear.” McKenna reached into her bag and pulled out an old yellowed box that had yellowing tape holding it together. “This is your something old; I think we can tie it on to your bouquet.”

My hair dresser continued to pull and tease my hair, currently tipped with red to match the color of Jamie’s dress and Brant’s tie and vest. Jamie, of course
, was my maid of honor, and Brant was Cole’s best man. They were the only two people we were going to have in our ceremony. I flinched as Susan, the stylist, pushed a bobby-pin a little too far into my scalp. When my eyes met hers in the mirror, she mouthed sorry and shrugged. Trying not to laugh, I took the tattered box from McKenna. “Do you want me to rip the tape?”

Susan nodded toward her station, right in front of me. “There’s regular scissors in that drawer to your right.”

McKenna pulled the scissors out for me. “Thank you.”

I opened the scissors and slid one side between the cardboard lid and base, successfully cutting the tape. Handing the scissors back to my mother in law, I slowly opened the box. Nestled inside was a rock. My brow furrowed for a second before a grin slowly turned up the corners of my mouth. “To represent the day we first met.”

McKenna pushed her lips together before nodding. “Here’s you’re something borrowed. It was my great grandmother’s; all of her granddaughters and great granddaughters wore it. I’d be honored if you did, too.”

I took the small gift bag from her and removed the tissue. Inside was the most hideous bird broach I had ever seen. I schooled my features before forcing a smile and meeting McKenna’s gaze. “I will be happy to wear this.” The bird was one of those plastic, feather covered red birds. The feathers were so worn you could see red plastic in places.

“I know it’s ugly, but at least it’s with your color theme. My wedding was pink and I had to wear that bird attached to my shoulder. We can attach it at the waist, honey. I wouldn’t dream of making you wear it on your shoulder or chest.”

“Thank you.” Now I was nervous to see what the hell else she brought.

“That’s the worst, I swear. Here, next is something blue.” She handed me another small gift bag.

I was hesitant to peek inside; I slowly removed the sheet of tissue paper and saw the brightest blue cloth ever. It looked to be a handkerchief. I pressed my lips together as I removed it. “Where am I supposed to put this?” My eyes met McKenna’s before I heard Jamie laughing. I wondered what was keeping her silent for so long. Maybe she hadn’t been able to see.

I looked back at the handkerchief, which wasn’t a handkerchief at all. It was fucking boxers. Men’s boxers. Tears welled in my eyes. “What?”

McKenna nervously chewed on her lower lip. “Cole wanted you to wear them under your dress, that way you had a part of him with you all day.”

“Of course he does! Shit, I’m just glad this isn’t the thing from my father in law.”

“Oh, honey no
. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sorry; I should have been more explanatory. Christopher bought you your something new. He said he wanted to make sure you had something special. Here you go, your something new.”

I wiped away a few tears, thankful they hadn’t started on my make up yet. I opened the jewelry box
. The box was slightly bigger than a ring box, and I guessed earrings. As I thumbed open the box, I smiled at the shiny earrings sitting inside. They were black and white diamond checkered race flags, and they were perfect. “I love them. Thank you for everything.” I picked my phone up off my lap and called Christopher to thank him.