Cotton: Satan's Fury MC

Henley confirmed the feeling when she said, “Well, speak of the devil.”


I leaned in toward her and whispered, “Okay, Henley. This is where you don’t act like your usual self. Rein that shit in when it comes to Cotton. Seriously.”

“Who, me? I don’t know what you are talking about,” she laughed.

When I turned to look at Cotton, I could see the same look of lust in his eyes I’d seen earlier. Damn. I would never get tired of that look. I took a deep breath and tried to settle myself before heading toward him. I’d only taken a few steps when Henley said, “You kids have fun.”

After giving her a warning look, I walked over to Cotton and asked, “Everything okay?”

“Better now,” he growled as his eyes slowly roamed over my body, causing a slight quiver between my legs. He looked toward the end of the bar and asked, “How’s Henley hanging in?”

“The lockdown is getting to her a little bit.”

He smiled and said, “I’d say it’s getting to us all. Hopefully, things will get back to normal soon.”

“That’d be awesome. I could use a day away from all the testosterone,” I laughed.

His eyes dropped to my mouth as he teased, “Too much testosterone?”

“Oh yeah… there’s only so much a girl can take. It’s like running a daycare around here sometimes. You’ve gotta admit… your boys are messy and the hallways smell like feet.” His head fell back as his laughter rumbled through his chest. I couldn’t help but smile. I loved seeing him laugh. For just a brief moment, it looked like the weight of the world had fallen from his shoulders.

Still smiling, he looked back over to me and said, “Yeah, the bathrooms can get pretty bad.”

“Bad? Oh no… they are worse than bad! I’m scared to even walk in there!”

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m pretty sure there’s something growing in the back of the refrigerator. It’s green, and I think it might have even waved at me.”

“Hold up… you just left it there?” When he nodded, I fussed, “Cotton, that’s so gross! You’re just as bad as the rest of them!”

“Not even going to try to deny it,” he smiled.

Shaking my head, I told him, “You are too much!”

He didn’t respond. He just sat there, quietly staring at me, making me wonder what he was thinking. I leaned closer to him, placing my elbows on the bar as I flirted, “You know… when I see that look, I always wonder if I should be nervous or really, really turned on.”

With a wicked grin, he said, “Only one way to find out.” He didn’t wait for my response. Instead, his warm, strong hand took a hold of mine, and he led me down the hall. I followed him inside his room, feeling my heart beat rapidly against my chest as I waited for him to approach me. He slowly stalked over to me, closing the space between us, while I stood there, unable to take my eyes off of him. I wanted him, all of him… now and forever, and it terrified me. I looked up at him, seeing the passion that lay behind those beautiful dark brown eyes, and my pulse pounded harder, roaring in my ears as I waited for him to take that last step. And then it happened. He was standing in front of me, so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my flesh, and before I could even react, he brought his hands to my face, holding me steady as he lowered his mouth to mine. His intoxicating scent, the subtle mix of cologne and leather, surrounded me, only intensifying my arousal. His tongue explored my mouth, slow and deep, making every cell in my body fill with need. Maybe it was because he’d finally admitted his feelings, but I’d never felt so much from just one kiss. I knew then that I’d never feel the same about any other man.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even notice he’d unfastened the buttons of my skirt until it dropped to the floor. He pushed his hips into mine, revealing his growing erection as the bulging denim ground against my center. My heart was beating out of control. Everything was happening so fast, but it felt like a dream, every detail playing out in slow motion. I wanted it so much. I wanted him so much, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. Groaning into his mouth, I eagerly unbuckled his belt and released him from his jeans. I reached for him, my fingertips gently brushing across his swollen shaft. I heard him take in a deep breath as he took hold of the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. He began kissing me again as he reached behind me to remove my lace bra.

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