TWENTY-SEVEN
Charlotte
Dating a biker was exhausting.
Sleep seemed to be a distant memory.
Something old Lottie would do regularly, at least eight glorious hours a night. Now the new Lottie, the rebooted version, barely slept because a horny biker was always banging her.
It was such a hardship.
Oh, who was she kidding?
Being fucked by Bash was far better than REM sleep.
The weeks flew by in no time. Lottie was living a dream she hadn’t known was in her heart, until the biker made her open her eyes. He had a profound impact on her life, opening it up significantly. She broadened her social circle and expanded her horizons, not just in intimate settings (such as the shower, in the garage, and those two occasions on his kitchen table) but also through fresh adventures and saying yes to things she normally wouldn’t have said yes to in the past. During her day off, they rode to Colorado on his bike last weekend to visit another MC, the Renegade Souls. They were only there for less than an hour before they grabbed some food and headed back home. Lottie had no regrets, even though her legs were in pain. Bash was his usual sweet self, rubbing the top of her thighs in the bath and then, being the romantic, he pulled her onto his lap and taught Lottie how to ride him.
Bash was the true romantic in their relationship. Lottie was getting better at researching and chatting with the Diablo girls for advice.
She found out those ladies didn’t hold back when talking about their bikers, and she loved being part of the girl gang.
If Lottie believed Bash would ease up on being so extreme and possessive, now they were officially an item. She was so wrong.
If anything, his attention to detail was even more focused.
Their lunch dates continued. He texted her all the time. They cooked together and enjoyed hanging out and getting to know each other. He was fun and funny. Had great wisdom. And he wasn’t too bad to look at, either.
“What are you smiling about?” his rusty sleep voice asked. Lottie tilted her head and grinned at her awake boyfriend. Personal space wasn’t a concept he believed in. He couldn’t help but pull Lottie onto his lap on the couch, always wanting her close. He either sprawled over her back in bed or cuddled her against his chest to sleep. That’s where she was positioned now, and she traced his shoulder tattoo with her finger.
“Oh, you know, just thinking about how sweet and romantic my biker boyfriend is.”
“Is that so?” he flashed his trademark smirk, making butterflies dance in her belly. Her heart swelled, and she knew the feeling was something big. Something that wouldn’t fade. There was no doubt she wanted to keep Bash forever.
She just hadn’t said it in actual words.
But he had to know she was completely smitten with him.
He had to feel how she came alive when he walked through the door. Each smile from Bash was stored in her heart and savored like a favorite candy.
It was midnight, and they were slumped in his bed after getting home from a date. He’d fucked her once in the hallway, quick and satisfying. Then he put Lottie to bed and went to get Prince because he said he couldn’t sleep without her, and the cat would need to adjust to having two homes.
He was just so sweet all the time. He purchased double of everything Prince had at Lottie’s place just to make her cat comfortable in his house.
Her heart beat for that man.
And now he smirked like he knew every thought and feeling she had screaming in her chest.
“Yes, that’s so.” She said, stroking the hair off his forehead. His eyes flared, and before she knew it, Bash was on top of her, and Lottie was squealing with laughter.
“I’m about to show you some more sweetness, Charlotte. You better grab on to something and hold on.”
Her eyes went wide, and her body grew wetter.
“A third time, Ben?” she teased, scraping her nails up his tanned chest. “Are you sure? We don’t want to wear you out. You are… forty .” She stage-whispered the last part and dissolved into fits of giggles when his fingers dug into her sides, tickling her like a maniac.
“Woman, you’re gonna get it.”
Oh, boy. She got it.
She got it so good two more times before they collapsed, and she called for mercy.
* * *
Bash
Her back bowed with the last ram of his dick, and Charlotte let loose a hoarse groan, setting off a cataclysmic wave of pleasure inside his body, now that he’d made his woman come. He fucked her relentlessly, only stopping when she finally released him from the soul-sucking tight grip from her inner walls.
Bash’s detonation was just as ferocious.
Sex with Charlotte was nothing he’d ever experienced. Each time he was inside her snug pussy, it was heaven on earth.
If his soul had been snatched by her eyes, then Bash’s body belonged to Charlotte just as much. When she wanted it, he provided.
His no-longer-a-virgin woman was a dream come true for teaching her what she enjoyed. She was stubborn until he got her naked and wet. Then she turned into this beautiful, begging little submissive that spoke to his baser self to provide and please.
“Your perfect pussy has wrecked me, little darling,” he grunted.
She might be shy in some ways, but her enthusiasm more than eclipsed that. He was learning his darling was a perfectionist. Talking her through how to give him a handjob had been an experience until Bash thought his eyeballs would explode out of his skull. After coming twice, she still wanted to keep going. “I can do better, Ben.” she’d whined all pouty. He’d had to tell her if she got any better, she’d kill him. Her beaming smile shot heat to his heart. His girl was a praise goblin, and Bash loved heaping praise on her.
Bash was suspended in that blissful moment as his hands fixed tight on Charlotte’s more-than-a-handful-hips, holding her down and keeping her speared on his erupting cock as he filled the latex, wishing he was spilling every drop of come into her fluttering pussy, so he could watch it drip down her thighs, before pushing it back inside her where his come belonged. The overwhelming urge for that was a growl in the back of Bash’s head—to claim her in all ways.
One day soon, he promised himself.
After the clean-up, he cuddled Charlotte into his side, ready to rock her to sleep, when his phone beeped. It was only ever club-related this late.
SPLICE : I know you’re getting some on the regular now from the sexy little nurse, and your old man hips must be at risk of disintegrating, but can you be at the docks in an hour?
Little bastard.
BASH : My old man hips will outlast your herpes dick, brother. I’ll be there.
BASH : And don’t call Charlotte sexy if you want to keep your dick for seducing your married cougars.
SPLICE : I think she’s sexy!
BASH : You’re a dead man walking, Ryan.
SPLICE : HAHA. Give the sexy little nurse a kiss from me right on the mouth. With tongues, I always use my tongue.
Having peeked at the text, Charlotte giggled.
“Don’t get charmed by that asshat, Charlotte.”
“Aww, but he’s sweet. Be nice to him. I think Splice is lonely.”
“Lonely?” Bash rolled his eyes. “How did you come to that conclusion?”
“It’s just a feeling I have. Last week, when we stopped in at the club after our date, it was only couples around and Splice. He looked lonely, Bash. Maybe he wants a girlfriend.”
Bash snorted. His little darling was a sweetheart. But she was wrong.
“Splice is inundated with female company. He’s the least lonely person.”
“Having lots of sex, dating, or in a serious relationship are all different categories. Nina thinks the same as I do.”
“God save us from the old lady girl gang.”
Charlotte sucker-punched him, and he laughed. He grabbed her fist and kissed it.
Bash kept her mouth busy after that. There was no room to think of any man but him.
Just how he’d planned it all along.
* * *
Charlotte
It had been an entire month since she officially became Bash’s woman, and Lottie was inducted into the Diablos girl gang.
Scarlett and the other girls were persuasive in the group chat.
But Lottie was not too proud to admit the deciding factor was when Rory— the Rory Kidd , who Lottie would forever fangirl over, even if they were friends now—gave Lottie a video call to invite her over to the townhouse with the girls. She’d nearly expired in Bash’s living room.
It took her two hours to decide what to wear.
Bash was useless, just chilling on the edge of the bed, grinning at her crazy shenanigans. And he kept grabbing her and giving her sloppy kisses.
“I can’t go to Rory Kidd’s house with your come drying on my skin, Bash. I absolutely refuse.” She had a big smile on her face while he pinned her and whispered the raunchiest things in her ear about what they could do in half an hour, before she had to leave.
She loved getting naked with Bash. He had a body made for sexually objectifying and worshipping with her mouth and hands. And putting his come on her skin seemed to be his kink.
But not when she was about to go on a girl date with sophisticated women.
Lottie was taken aback when Ruin, dressed in a black tracksuit, opened the door. His unsmiling face and brooding eyebrows focused on her.
“Oh. Hey, Ruin. I’m on time, right?”
He widened the door and gestured with his chin, inviting her inside.
Rory greeted her, then told her husband. “Someone is here now, love. You can go to the club.”
Lottie watched Ruin crowd against Rory, her friend’s face beaming up at him like Ruin hung the moon, bringing her every star in the sky. His head dropped, and his voice was so rusty that Lottie shivered a little.
“Sure? I can sit in the yard until everyone leaves.”
“I love you, Jesse, but I’m fine, I promise.”
Lottie occupied herself, looking at the ceiling while they kissed goodbye.
“He’s worried. I had a rough therapy session, and he likes to stick close.” Explained Rory, who ushered Lottie through to their sizable lounge area.
“If you’re not feeling up for visitors, we can reschedule for another night.”
“Girl, no. I want to see you all. Doing exposure therapy always takes it out of me, but get some wine into me, and I’ll be great again.”
“Do you mind if I say you two are so lovely together?”
Rory smiled again, pouring the drinks. “Isn’t he cute?”
“A bit scary too,” half-laughed Lottie, with Rory agreeing with hearts in her eyes.
“Wait until I tell you how I stalked him.”
What? The Rory Kidd stalking? No way. This she had to hear.
The rest of the girls came, and their night of fun and gossip kicked off.
Over drinks and platters of nibble foods, they shared stories and advised on how to handle the club women. Luckily, Lottie had yet to encounter them and hoped it would stay that way.
As the night ended, Monroe devised a clever plan to send provocative texts to their partners and test their response time.
Bets were made. More wine was shared. They didn’t even hesitate before snatching up their phones.
“The only rule is that we ignore them if they text or call. The bet is to see which biker arrives first. Get your ten dollars out!” announced Scarlett.
“No fair,” whined Lottie, sitting on the floor with her back to the sofa, staring at her text thread with Bash, concentrating hard on what to write. “I was a virgin until recently. I don’t know how to send sex texts.”
“Girl, really? Well then, we have to help our girl out, ladies. No biker bitch left behind.” Chuckled Nina.
“Half of my relationship with Ruin was through texts.” Rory said dreamily. “Talk about how much you want him right now, Lottie.”
“And mention his dick. They love when we talk about their dicks.” Added Monroe.
“I told Axel I’m drunk, and he needs to put a baby in me,” laughed Scarlett, with the teacup pig, dressed in duck PJs, asleep on her lap. “His head will explode, or he’ll break the speed limit, since we’re not having kids.”
“Chains goes feral if he knows I need something,” Monroe said, typing on her phone, smiling. “I told him I’m thinking of his big, capable body and wish I was laid underneath it.”
The other ladies fanned themselves.
Lottie was taking notes for future sexting with Bash.
“I let Devil know he’s out of the doghouse and I need his colossal body.” Smirked Kelly. She was such a demure soccer-mom but with an unfiltered mind.
“Mine is sent,” Kylie announced. “I told Reno I forgot to put panties on.”
Lottie dissolved into giggles. That was a good one to remember. “Nina, what did you put?”
“My man is simple to seduce.” She smirked and turned her phone screen around for the girls to read her text. It said, “Do you want to fuck your wife?”
Lottie’s cheeks flamed red. But that was a good one, too.
She had to be fast, or Bash wouldn’t receive his text in time to get into the race.
With the girls calling out salacious suggestions, she let her imagination go wild.
LOTTIE : I was thinking me and your big, fantastic cock could have a special playdate soon.
She sent it and then died of embarrassment, covering her burning face.
“You’re a natural. You didn’t need help at all.” Nina announced with pride.
“And now we wait.” Grinned Monroe, clicking her nails on her glass.
It took only seconds and the first reply came from Reno. Then he called. Ruin called right away. Chains texted Monroe and called twice. Axel tried texting Scarlett. Tomb called several times. Devil hit up Kelly’s phone.
Bash didn’t call or text.
Shoot. He was probably away from his phone.
The first Harley Davidson pipes arrived some twenty minutes later, about the time it would take between the MC and Rory’s house.
They crowded against the window, and Rory squealed with victory.
Ruin was the first.
But then they heard more motorcycles, and within seconds, Axel, Tomb, Devil, Reno, and Chains were pulling up next to Ruin, who had already de-biked.
And oh, god. Lottie’s heart jumped out of her chest when Bash was behind Chains.
As they marched up the steps, they exuded an intimidating aura with their tall frames, fierce expressions, and badass soldier-like appearance in leather garments.
The girls shrieked and dispersed away from the window so they weren’t caught ogling.
“Act natural.” whispered Nina.
Lottie’s heart clattered, and her panties grew damp.
“My beauty, wrap up girl’s night.” Growled Ruin from the doorway, and he came for his wife.
“Mama, you’re in so much trouble,” Reno told Kylie, lassoing an arm around her waist.
“Time to go, Lucky.” Chains informed Monroe and roped her in for a kiss by the neck. Oh, swoon, that was romantic.
Devil didn’t even use words, he just grunted and hooked Kelly up and strode out.
Scarlett’s excitement was palpable when she saw her guy. “Get over here, wildcat.” Axel palmed her ass and bent his head to whisper something only she heard. When she raised her face, Scarlett was as red as her hair. And she was grinning.
“You know my answer is yes, wife .” Growled Tomb. “Let’s go.” He tucked Nina under his arm and barely gave her the time to shout bye before he whisked her away, laughing.
Whoa. The pheromones in the room drowned Lottie, but her heart stopped as she saw Bash enter the scene.
He looked predatory.
Feral.
And all hers.
When their eyes met, she felt an undeniable connection and knew he was hers, filling her with love.
She was in love with Bash. So in love.
He stole the breath out of her lungs with the unmasked lust burning in his eyes. She didn’t see him moving, but he was suddenly in front of her. Lottie tipped her head back and exposed her throat. He instantly made a necklace with his hand and grasped her gently. There was no fear, no doubts.
Only love.
And want.
She needed him. All the time. But especially now.
“Little darling, you’ve got another appointment to get to.”
She spluttered a laugh, but Bash didn’t give her time to say much as he directed her out the door.
“Are… are we on the kitchen floor… again ? How does this keep happening?” Lottie was out of breath a little while later.
It might have been an hour. It could have been a week.
Once Bash got her home, clothes were torn off. He barked filthy orders, and she was so wet that she dripped down her thighs and onto his fingers, when he pushed her over the table and fucked her with vigorous abandon.
His hand was between her legs, cupping her possessively. “You told me you wanted my big, fantastic cock. That’s what happened, my good girl .”
Only Bash would praise her for teasing him. The aches would come later, but worth it. His fantastic cock had demolished her in the best way.
An hour later, or it could have been a minute, Bash said. “The cat is looking at us.”
“You defiled his mommy. He’s pissed at you,” Lottie murmured into his shoulder without looking at Prince.
“He’s figuring out how to get his food if we’re dead.”
Lottie complained. “I can’t move, Ben.”
“Christ, woman, my balls are empty for the next hour. Quit trying to seduce me.” He groaned, and with an athletic move, got to his feet. Lottie was checking out her man as he pulled up his jeans and left the shirt on the table. “Come on, up you get.” He held out a hand, and Lottie whimpered, staggering to her feet. “I can’t walk. Will you carry me?”
“Anything for my dirty little darling, who summoned me home because she needed a fucking.” He swept her into his arms bride-style, her head rested on his shoulder, and he started the stroll through his house.
“I didn’t know if it would work.”
He looked at her like he thought she was mad and then smirked, dropping a small, lovely kiss on the tip of her nose. “Always will, Charlotte.”
And wasn’t that just perfect?