Chapter Fifteen
Nashville
Fuck she is like a furnace, in a good way.
Last night was a dream come true. She was everything I thought she would be, even if for a moment I panicked that she may not have done it before. That just made me mad because she said she had. But, we all have our pasts.
At some point, soon, I’m going to try to get her to talk about hers. I want to know everything there is to know about her.
I wasn’t lying last night, my protective instincts over this woman I barely know have taken over rational thought. It could have fucked up everything for Nero last night. Even if he did stand by me, everything could have gone to shit.
Nothing was planned when I went upstairs last night. I was going to bed, or to get into bed and think about ways to murder Cantrell, involving getting on a plane and following the asshole. Until I saw her door was ajar.
Was it a mistake, or an invitation?
For the first time in ages, I knew what I wanted. Fuck the age difference, fuck what anyone thinks. I wanted to feel her, to take away some of her pain.
And here we are, me cuddled up against her back, her hot supple body making mine stir into something less protective, more possessive.
My cock is rigid against her ass. I carefully reach over behind me and grab the condom strip.
Charley barely stirs as I get it on, then shuffle down a bit and lift her thigh, pushing mine between them.
She moans and shifts as I reach forward and slide two fingers between her lips. Naughty girl must be dreaming because she is soaked enough that I don’t even need to think about warming her up. I shift and nudge my cock to her opening, lifting my hip a little to spread her wider.
Charley moans and shifts, pushing down as I push in and groan into her neck. I move slowly thrusting in shallow pulses until she lifts her head, awake finally. Then I push all the way inside, making her cry out.
I grab her hip and move faster, forcing her body to move with mine. Her hand comes around and cups the back of my head, hers twisting to get closer. Our lips meet and I glide my fingers between her legs, catching her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
She cries into my mouth and tightens around me. This is fucking intense and I’m already dreaming about how many ways, and how many times I can fuck her.
Charley must have the same idea because she grabs my hand and shifts away, my dick falling out of her and onto the sheets. It doesn’t take long for me to swallow a protest, because she turns, pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips, taking me back inside of her before I can even say her name.
She rides my cock like a pro, placing my hands over her tits and holding them there as she undulates over me, pushing her chest out and tipping her head back so her hair tickles my thighs.
Watching her use my cock to get her pleasure is a mind fuck I don’t want to come out of.
She’s fucking beautiful. I allow that for a while, then take my hands away and sit up, wrapping an arm around her waist so I can lift her up and down over me.
She leans forward and kisses me as I thrust upwards, starting to lose myself to her.
Her climax takes me by surprise but I’m not one to miss an opportunity. I hook a leg over her and spin us so she is on her back and fuck her through it, pushing hard and fast until my own orgasm rocks through me.
Jesus, I don’t think I’m ever letting her go. Even if I have to lock her in here. Shit, that was a thought.
We lay still for a while, getting a grip on ourselves, then I tell her to take a shower while I make breakfast. After all that I’m fucking starving.
I’m pretty sure I’ve got it out of my system and can behave like a normal human until she walks in wearing just a T-shirt. She lets out a surprised cry when I scoop her up and set her on the counter.
There is one thing I haven’t done yet. Her legs spread as I bend down and push my face in between them, licking a path up her pussy.
“Callum,” she sighs.
And I really fucking like that. Want to hear her say it as she comes more though, so I tongue fuck her till she is almost there, then grab a condom from the living room while she is still calling me names for edging her. She shuts up when I come back, tugging the condom on then push into her.
I feel like a fucking teenager, like I’m never going to get enough of her perfect body. The gates have opened and I’m well and truly inside of them.
We sit on the floor by the counter afterwards and eat bagels and drink coffee. It’s uncomfortable as fuck, but neither of us makes a move to get up. We eat, and talk, and laugh, until the doorbell rings.
Charley rolls onto her knees and grips the counter. You can’t see the door from here so I’m not sure what she is doing which makes me laugh.
She is right to be a little concerned, no one knows she’s staying here. It’s probably salesmen or something. I help her up and tell her I’ll get rid of whoever it is.
When I pull the door back and see Nero standing there, I know that isn’t going to be possible. He eyes my half naked state and messy hair and lifts a brow.
“You reek of sex. Wanna make yourself decent so you and I can talk?”
“Uh… Sure. Come in, there,” I point to the living room. He does as I ask and I pull the door over.
Charley is clearing up the mess on the floor when I come back.
“So,” I rub a hand over my hair. “The Prez is here.”
“The… from the MC? He’s here? What does he want?”
“Yep, he wants to talk.”
“To me?” her eyes widen comically.
“Relax, no, just me. Go upstairs, take a shower, I’ll call you when he’s gone.”
“Will he be mad?”
“About what?”
“This, us…”
“It’s none of his business. Or anyone else’s for that matter. Stop freaking out, it’s fine.”
I kiss her until her body relaxes then walk her to the stairs. She hurries up them without looking back.
“Fuck,” I sigh, then grab a T-shirt from the laundry room, fix my hair in the mirror in the hallway and go to face Nero.
If he has a problem with me smelling like I just got through fucking my girl, he shouldn’t have shown up unannounced. My girl…?
Nero is sitting down checking his phone when I come in. “Thanks for making an effort,” he says.
I shrug and sit on the chair on the opposite side of the room. “I won’t subject you to it if I’m all the way over here.”
He laughs under his breath, then sighs. “It’s the girl from last night?” I nod. “How is she?”
“Fine. She’s stronger than she looks.”
“I don’t care what you get up to or who you fuck, but Beast might have a problem with it.”
“He won’t fire her over it.”
“I know, doesn’t mean he won’t be on your ass about it. It serious?”
“Not sure,” I eye the door, not that I think she would be eavesdropping. Nero doesn’t miss it.
“It wasn’t too long ago I felt the same way.”
A few seconds pass before I understand what he’s getting at. I go to protest but what would be the point. Nero has this uncanny ability to see inside people’s heads. Sometimes, it’s like he knows what other people are thinking before they do.
Well, jokes on him, cos I haven’t got a fucking clue how to feel about what is going on with Charley.
“Shit sneaks up on you. And next thing you know-”
“Do not say what I think you’re going to say.”
Just because he got himself an Old Lady doesn’t mean that is what this is. I’m still fully aware that I’m almost a decade older than her. We can have fun, see how things go, it doesn’t mean she’s going to become that big of a fixture.
Shit, that feels bad just thinking it. Nero is watching me with one of those looks of his that makes me want to rip out my own eyeballs for seeing it.
“Cantrell is gone,” he changes the subject, kind of.
At least he’s not giving me shit about having an Old Lady anymore.
“I’ve got one of the guys from the Sacramento chapter on his ass. He’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Thanks.”
He nods his head in acknowledgement. “I called Camden this morning.”
That makes me sit up a little taller. Nero wouldn’t usually do something like that. He’s tasked me with finding Sheridan, that means he stays out of it.
“He has a lead. He said he was going to call you.”
Well, I haven’t looked at my phone yet today. Nero sees that too. Fucking psychic.
“If he needs you to go down there.”
“Absolutely, not an issue.”
“Blaze will book you a flight.”
That means Camden has more than Nero is letting on. We both get up and Nero tosses something to me, I catch it with one hand. It’s the keys to my bike.
“Razer found these in the back room last night. Must have fallen out in the scuffle. I guess it’s lucky she had the keys to your SUV.”
“Fucking hell.”
He laughs. Asshole. “I’ll get Taylor to come round if you’re gone a while.”
“Nope, don’t do that.”
“She’ll love it, meeting a new friend.”
“Fuck, Prez come on,” I hold out my hands. Meeting his Old Lady means something more than either of us are ready for.
“Rebel told me you got her out of the Pembroke House, Nashville. And everyone knows she’s been driving your car.”
I shake my head. “All this time?”
“I deduced,” he grins but it fades. “Now get your ass to Kentucky and find what I’m looking for.”
It’s not like I can ask Charley to leave, and I don’t want to, but she doesn’t need to hear this call. She doesn’t seem too concerned when I tell her I’m going into the gym for a bit but she is far more intelligent and knowing that most people give her credit for.
My brother picks up after what feels like twenty-seven rings.
“I’m in the middle of something.”
“So why did you answer?”
“Because you wouldn’t fucking hang up. Guess your Prez got hold of you. We’ve got a confirmed sighting on the woman, holding off until you get here. When will that be?”
“Blaze can get me a flight today.”
“Good, I gotta go.”
A woman’s seductive voice in the background makes me cackle. Cam calls me a fucking wanker, a favorite insult of dad’s, and hangs up on me.
Charley is on the phone when I come back out and she frowns, clearly I’ve not been working out. When she hangs up, she doesn’t question me.
“That was Lily, she wants to grab coffee before my shift.”
“Are you good with it?”
“Yeah. You said he was gone.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Okay,” she chews on her lip and stares at my chest.
“Jesus woman,” I go over and grab her ass, pulling her in so I can kiss her. “I’ve unleashed a beast,” I waggle my brows, and she laughs while simultaneously looking grossed out. “Go, have fun. I have to go out of town.”
She pulls back and looks at me.
“Just a couple of days. I’m going to see my brother back home.”
“Oh, is he okay?”
It’s not a lie, technically. Plus, even if she were my Old Lady, which she isn’t, I wouldn’t be able to talk about this shit with her. Remembering Nero throwing my bike keys reminds me that I gave Charley a ride to that house on the back of my bike.
I didn’t think anything of it at the time but shit… Now it's gonna play on my mind.
Did I make some kind of statement doing that? That is the way it will be seen if anyone finds out.
“He’s fine, just haven’t seen him in a while.”
Charley nods. “I guess I’ll see you when you get back.”
“What time are you meeting Lily?”
“An hour,” she runs a hand through her damp hair.
My smirk has her eyes widening. “What are your feelings on simultaneous oral?”
“Is that the polite way of saying a sixty-nine?” she arches her beautiful brow at me.
“See, you get me, Charley.”
“Now who is the beast?”
“Shit, please don’t say that when we’re in bed. I’ll end up picturing his face.”
“It’s okay, my mouth will be too busy.”
“Fuck, I think I like cheeky Charlie.”