Chapter Nine #2
His people were already cleaning up the mess and getting the other patrons settled.
“Comp everyone two drinks each for the night,” he told Barbie and Brantley. They’d let the other servers know. “You good? Because Charli and I are headed out, but I can stay if you need anything.”
“We’re good, boss. Go enjoy your gal.”
Roark chuckled. “Thanks, plan to.” He kissed Barbie’s cheek. “Have a good night.”
“What, no smooch for me?” Brantley teased.
Charli went up on her toes and kissed his cheek, surprising him. “Keep everyone in line.” She winked.
Barbie laughed. “Oh, I like her. Come back soon, Charli.”
“Plan to. Good to meet you both.”
They said their goodbyes then Roark walked them to her car. As he drove them back to Charli’s, she got busy on her phone.
“I knew I’d heard that name before. Tinsley Corporation bought out a few mills up north.
Then they revamped the entire operations and stiffed the existing employees, giving them an ultimatum.
Accept their terms or find work elsewhere.
The mills were non-union, so many stayed because they had no other alternative. ”
“Fuckers.”
“Yeah. Looks like they’ve got operations in a few other states. Nothing good about them yet they’re still in business. I hate companies like that. Big bullies.” Charli suddenly sucked in a breath. “Bullies,” she mumbled.
“What?” Roark asked.
“That guy, something also seemed familiar about him.” She faced Roark. “Todd, from the track, twenty years ago. What the hell was his last name?”
“Damned if I know.” Roark now recalled the incident with him mouthing off about Charli then his dad setting him straight. “Maybe I saw him once after that night, but then I left for the service. Never saw him again.”
“We need to talk to Bradley. He’ll remember. Then we need to do some checking, because I think that guy is Todd.”
Roark eyed her then concentrated on the road as he got them home, pulling the Nova into the carport.
“If that’s the case, has he been here the entire time, or did he leave and return? And if he’s working for Tinsley, which pretty much looks like he is if he’s driving their registered vehicle, then he’s up to no good.”
“Tiger doesn’t change his stripes. Or in this case, a rat. But whatever, we’ll figure it out. Now, let’s go relax.”
They exited the vehicle, and Charli led them into the RV, locking the door but not bothering with any lights other than the dim one that’d been left on above the kitchen area.
Roark plopped down on the couch, releasing a long breath as he dragged his hands down his face.
He then startled, and his eyes flew open when Charli began working on opening his jeans.
“If you want me naked, all you have to do is ask.”
“Shush. Just sit there and let me do my thing.”
Their eyes stayed locked on each other as Charli loosened his belt and undid his fly. She pulled the material apart just enough to free his cock. And when her hand wrapped around it, Roark couldn’t contain the deep sigh.
“You’ve got a lot of tension that needs to be dispelled.” She grinned.
Roark merely grunted then groaned when her mouth suddenly engulfed him. His head hit the back of the couch, and his hips couldn’t stop an involuntary pump.
“Fuck, yes.”
She pulled away, stroking him. “You sure like that word.”
He looked at her and managed to smirk. “Fuck? I like to say it, and I like to do it, with you, and if you don’t get my cock back in your mouth—”
She raised her brow and pumped him with a firm grip. “You’ll ... what? Spank me? Fuck me senseless? You and I both know you can’t hold out from ravaging me.”
“Charli,” he growled, flexing his hips.
“Yes, Sarg?” She chuckled before swallowing him again, moving her mouth up and down his length. She hummed while massaging his balls and pressing into his taint.
“Jesus, that feels so fucking good.”
Charli flickered her tongue over the head while pumping in short strokes then swallowed him again, sucking hard. Roark pumped his hips, nearly fucking her mouth, and she didn’t protest. And when he threaded his fingers in her hair to hold her and pump faster, she hummed louder.
“Damn, Charli, so good. Gonna blow.” She gave a quick nod while sucking, and Roark went off, spilling inside her mouth.
Charli took it all while holding onto his thighs as he groaned through his orgasm.
When he softened, Charli removed her mouth and licked her lips as she looked up at him.
Roark cupped her chin and ran his thumb over those lips. “So fucking stunning,” he murmured.
Her tender smile made him smile in return.
But in the next instant, he reversed their positions, earning a yelp and a laugh from her.
Roark went to his knees in front of her, pushing her skirt up to her waist and opening her legs.
He ripped another flimsy thong from her which had her protesting.
But it didn’t last long when he sunk his head between her legs, licking her pussy and making her moan.
It was his mission to make her scream his name.
He latched onto her clit, sucking hard as he speared two fingers inside her.
Charli squeezed his digits, and her tight little bud quivered in his mouth.
Roark knew she wouldn’t last long, and he didn’t want to make her wait.
Her sounds of pleasure were spectacular as he increased his efforts, adding a third digit and earning a ragged cry.
“Roark, fuck, Roark, I’m there.”
She barely managed to finish that last word when she exploded, creaming his mouth as he lapped it up. Roark suckled her clit as the tremors wracked her body, and he coaxed every tremble, every cry from her until she relaxed.
And when he rose, licking his lips, Charli leaned forward to frame his face. “That was fucking amazing,” she whispered then sealed her lips to his, giving him a delirious kiss.