Free Cole: A Bad Boy Romance by Michelle Hart

turning to me.
     
    What could I possibly help him with? I'm just some scared little girl. But if he needed me, then I was there for him. “Whatever you need, Cole.”
     
    “I need Byron,” he replied, determination searing in his eyes.
     
    How could I say no. Cole was more broken than I was. “Tell me what I need to do.”
     
    “Call your brother, tell him what happened to us, and see if he'll meet.”
     
    I gulped. Meeting Byron again after what I did was terrifying. What if he tried to take me from Cole? Or worse, what if he kills us both?
     
    Cole put his hand on mine. He was warm and soft. “Don't worry, Claire. I'll protect you from him.”
     
    I looked up into his gray eyes. “And who's going to protect you?”
     
    Cole pulled a strand of stray hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek. I wanted him to stay by my side forever. I couldn't resist this biker.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Seventeen
     
Cole

My MC was in shambles and all I could think about was plunging my cock deep into Claire. The adrenaline from the fight with Coal and the shootout was still coursing through my veins. Her blue eyes bored into me with an innocence that I had lost years ago. Claire had seen so much death since being with me. Her steeled expression showed how strong she was.
     
    I couldn't help myself. I kissed her hard on the lips. The intense pleasure washing over us like a tidal wave. Claire breathed in sharply as my tongue entered her mouth, lightly playing with hers. I craned her head to the side and trailed kisses down her neck. I stretched her shirt until her bare shoulder was exposed. I set my teeth on her, gnawing on the bone. Claire shivered, her hands feeling up my chest.
     
    “Why does your skin taste so good?” I asked, my tongue running across her collarbone.
     
    “Don't stop,” Claire commanded. I lifted her shirt over her head and drooled over her great big tits. Claire's black bra was just a little too small for her which made her melons burst out of the cups. Claire ran her fingertips along her peaks. She took my head and slammed me against her chest, burying my face in her breasts.
     
    My hands moved around her back and deftly unhooked her bra. I wrapped my lips around her nipple until it became hard and long in my mouth. I flicked her pencil erasers with my tongue and Claire cried out. Her pillows were so soft as I squeezed them.
     
    Claire suddenly shoved me off and I fell backwards onto the bed. The animalistic desire raged through her as she pulled my leather cut off and tore away at the blood-stained wife beater. She layered kiss upon kiss, moving from my neck in a straight line down my chest and to my stomach. Her fingers fumbled with my belt buckle and jeans but she finally was able to get them off. I'd never been with a woman so eager to fuck me before.
     
    “You're so damn big,” Claire said, admiring my throbbing cock pinned beneath my black boxer briefs. She pressed one finger against my shaft and my dick pulsed. Claire gasped and giggled with a hand covering her mouth.
     
    “Don't think you can just play with me all day. I'll make you gag on my cock until my cum is dribbling from your lips,” I said.
     
    Claire bit down on her bottom lip. “That's not such a bad idea. But I have a better one.” Claire pulled down my boxers around my knees until my long cock flung out. She lifted one leg over me and straddled me like a horse. Claire pulled her tight skirt up and stretched her black panties to the side until her wet pussy was revealed. Claire sat down on my crotch, suffocating my cock between her lips. She rubbed her wetness against my shaft until I was all lubed up.
     
    Claire felt so good against me. The lips of her pussy engulfed me and I wanted to come all over her. But not yet. My hands reached up and mashed her tits together. Claire lifted up, her pussy dripping onto me. She reached down and grasped my cock, guiding me into