Chapter Twenty
Nashville
Charley’s mouth opens as I press mine against hers and I sweep my tongue inside, rolling it against hers as I straighten up, still holding her face in my palms. Her back arches and she clutches my waist, her neck tilted back far enough that it may not be comfortable but she doesn’t complain as she kisses me back.
The last thing I want is for her to be in any discomfort, so I scoop my hands under her ass and lift her, encouraging her to wrap her legs back around my waist.
I’d expected a harder fight to get her back here. Despite her insecurities and secrets, Charley is a woman who knows what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to work for it.
She clings to me as I turn around, all ready to head into the house and take her to my bed but I glance at the Shelby instead. The thought of laying her out on the hood of this classic car has my dick hardening to the point of being painful.
She makes a small sound of surprise when I set her down.
“I might dent it,” she says.
“Don’t care,” I move back far enough to pull down her shorts.
She’s wearing a pair of pink cotton panties that sit low on her hips with a heart right over her clit.
Using my thumb I press against it, making her gasp as I lower onto my knees, looking up the length of her body.
Charley watches me slip my hands beneath the waist of her panties and drag them down.
“I’ve been dying to fuck you with my tongue.”
She lets out a small moan as I nuzzle against her pubic bone.
Nudging her clit with my nose, I push my tongue inside of her, gripping her calves and putting them over my shoulder.
She rocks back and forth on the hood of the Shelby as I use my thighs to push up and down, pressing further inside of her and licking up and down inside her lips.
She tastes fucking amazing and cries out as I move my head from side to side, my tongue rigid moving in and out of her.
Her hands grab onto my hair and I welcome the sting as she tugs on it, pressing me against her.
Moisture is running down my chin and I use my fingers to catch it and push them inside of her as I lathe over her clit.
Charley is writhing harder and arches her back when I push my hand under her top, finding a bare breast that makes me almost lose my shit. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging on it until she gasps and pushes up her hips.
“Callum,” she moans out my name, and it drives me fucking insane.
“Come baby, come on my face. I want all of it.”
She doesn’t disappoint, my mouth fills with moisture and she gasps and clenches around my fingers. Fuck I’ve never made a woman squirt before. If she’s embarrassed she doesn’t show it, too lost in the sensation of the climax tearing through her.
I swallow and pull back, watching as it pours all over the Shelby and I go feral.
Before now I’ve been gentle with her, I’ve made it good for her, took my time and made sure not to hurt her but seeing how she is gushing for me is something new and beautiful and fucking sexy as shit.
I get up and unbuckle my belt, yanking down the zipper. Charley is half lidded, almost delirious with the pleasure, her mouth falls open as I push into her without any warning, the warmth and wetness of her draws me in and clamps down, her ankles locking over my ass.
Banging both palms down on either side of her shoulders, I fuck into her, hard enough that the car starts to rock and she jolts with each thrust. She moves enough to get her shirt over her head and my gaze fixates on her tits as they bounce up and down.
Again, I love the fact that she is all natural, and I lean down and bite her nipple, trying to put as much of her tit into my mouth. Charley grips the back of my head and lets out a long gasping cry as I bite down again, all the while fucking into her.
Shit, this is fucking amazing, the tightening in my balls means I’m about to lose it and I thrust harder, gritting my teeth as I try to hold off long enough. Fortunately, Charley goes over the edge again and I pump in and out, pushing upright so I can look down at her.
“Say my name,” I grunt.
“Callum.”
“Tell me what I’m doing to you.”
“You’re… fucking me,” she whispers.
I grab her hips, my fingers digging into the flesh. “Like you mean it, Charley.”
“Fucking me,” she cries out. “Fuck me, Callum.”
I arch up and roar as I come, my dick pulsing for what feels like forever as I fill her with my cum. The thought of it mingling with hers sets off another shudder and pulse and little pin pricks of light dot my vision as I completely lose control of my body, like I’m going to black out.
My eyes squeeze tight as I lean down and kiss her through our aftershocks, my hips still thrusting, never wanting to leave her tight, perfect pussy.
Her body collapses into a boneless heap, her eyes shut, chest heaving up and down. My gaze rakes over her, the flush on her chest, the redness around her nipples where my stubble has rubbed against the delicate skin. I push up and look down at where we remain joined.
My head is telling me I should have pulled out, coming inside of her is dangerous and stupid but nothing can make me regret it.
She’s fucking perfect, and after tonight, the thought of letting her go makes me angry. Forcing her to stay is wrong but I’ll damn well make sure she knows I want it.
I’ll be fucked if I ever admit to Nero he is right about this, but I’m not opposed to the idea of it being more.
She sleeps in my bed again and I wake her up with my tongue inside her, leaving her replete but furious because I denied her my dick. I had to ride to Lily’s and get her stuff.
Shit, it wasn’t easy for me to do either but this isn’t about sex, this is about showing her she doesn’t need to run away from me.
Lily is dying to ask questions as she hands over Charley’s things but she knows better than to quiz an officer of the Blackhawk Disciples.
Charley can fill her in, if she wants to. I’m not averse to her talking about us, keeping this a secret isn’t necessary for me, but I understand if she wants to. Although carrying her away from one of the dancers last night means news is going to spread fast.
After dropping the stuff back at home and telling Charley in no uncertain terms, I will come and get her again if she leaves, it’s only when she swears and pushes me out the door that I set out to find Beast.
Blaze kindly helps out giving me his tracker location and I head to the old bar where he used to hang out a lot. He’s with Fury, I’m not surprised to find the two of them there together shooting pool.
People look over when I enter. If I was anyone else, I’d be intimidated but these guys don’t scare me, and once they see the cut, they go back to what they were doing.
This place was a favorite with Crash, our previous president. It’s dingy as shit in here and although smoking has been banned indoors for a while there still seems to be a layer of smoke floating just below the ceiling.
Iron Maiden is playing on the beat up old jukebox in the corner. Funny thing is, the damn thing still works and is probably older than most people in here.
When I stop by the table, Fury looks over and lifts his chin, eyeing Beast who is lining up a shot on the eight ball to win the game.
Just for funsies, and because he needs to lighten the fuck up and deal with his shit, I move into his line of sight and shout ‘hey’ as he takes the shot.
Jokes on me, the fucker still slots it into the center pocket without breaking concentration.
“Appreciate the lame ass attempt at an assist,” Fury smirks.
“You think I didn’t see you the second you walked in the door?” Beast straightens and sets his cue on the felt while Fury starts collecting the balls to wrack them up again. “Who sent you? This asshole said he came off his own back.”
“Raven sent me,” I shrug, not wanting to lie about it. “You know the woman who has taken in your daughter.”
Beast flinches as he picks up the beer behind him on the shelf, he takes a few long gulps without saying anything. Fury is setting up the balls in the triangle behind me.
“I’ve already had the third degree from him and Nero.”
“And still it’s not sinking in?”
“You don’t get it.”
“Of course I don’t. I’m not even going to pretend I do. Doesn’t mean you’re doing the right thing running away from it. Raven’s patience won’t last much longer, then what will happen to her?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“It?”
Fury smirks at me. Yeah okay, fucker has probably already said all of this to him and he’s still here in this bar, playing pool, drinking watered down beer and listening to late seventies heavy metal.
“Shit,” he puts the beer down and turns to face us both. “Who am I beating next?”
“No one. You’re lucky it’s us who showed up and not Nero.”
“Or Raven,” Fury laughs.
“Which will happen if you don’t get your shit together,” I point out, taking a cue from the stand on the wall. “And no one wants to see her pissed enough to come looking for one of us. That will only rile up Rebel and then Nero will get involved.”
“I get it, fuck off,” Beast grabs the cue off the table and bends over.
“Hey, my break.”
“Get fucked.”
He hits the cue ball so hard two of the balls bounce off the table.
“Not it,” I cross my ankles and watch the balls rolling in different directions.
Beast drops the stick on the table and walks away. Not to pick up the balls, for the door.
“Good job,” Fury laughs.
“He needs to get his head out of his ass. Razer is in Romney tracking down Storm, he could call us down there at any time. Nero is not going to want to deal with this.”
“I’ve told him all of that,” he shrugs.
Shaking my head, I walk out of the bar after Beast and find him hunched over his bike. Fury doesn’t follow so I head over and lean against the wall by where Beast is breathing heavily.
“Don’t have a fucking heart attack on me,” I mutter.