DECK

I took a minute. Answering all of Charlie’s questions so far had been… cathartic.

I was proud of my club and what we had built together as a unit. Our businesses were successful, and for the most part, we were successful members of the community—apart from a few internal and external blips—but we were getting better.

But Charlie bringing up Shiloh and her wellbeing again was rubbing me the wrong way. She had to know that kid was my beginning and my end. I knew she did. So why was she pushing this shit?

Taking a cleansing breath, I faced the issue head on for the last fucking time. If she couldn’t let this line of questioning go, then I would let her go. The very fucking thought made my chest squeeze, but Shiloh was off limits as far as criticising went.

“Charlie, look around,” I commanded her. I watched as she looked around the main room and over towards the bar. She was seeing exactly what I was seeing.

I hoped.

“Now tell me, do you see any half-naked women riding men’s cocks? On their knees giving blow jobs to two men at once? Fist fighting going on, drug use?”

Charlie had the decency to blush. I could see the minute she realised what I was doing.

“No,” she whispered quietly.

I could see her shame, and the urge to ease it was fierce, but so was the need to show her she was wrong for thinking such things.

“Shiloh has wanted for nothing from the minute she was born. Her entry into this world was riddled with drama from the very start, born too early and losing her mother before she could even hold her or even name her.” Pausing, I took another deep breath, calming myself as I always did when I spoke of Zoe’s death. “She had wanted to see the baby before thinking of any names. So Shiloh was the name Darth and I came up with. He was there every single step of the way. He held her after me, falling head over heels in love the second he laid eyes on her. My brothers in arms were the ones to stand by Shiloh and me as we buried her mum. They were the ones who helped me raise that pink bundle of love, spoiling her, loving her, and protecting her.”

Cupping her beautiful face in my hands, I brushed away the few tears that had escaped down her cheeks.

“Charlotte, my daughter is my life. Please, please, Sweetness, don’t push me away by making me choose,” I implored, desperate for her to realise her questioning my parenting skills and loyalty to my club was hurting me.

“I’m so stupid, so stupid,” she chanted over and over.

I could see she was far too hard on herself, but before I could say anything more, Charlie laid her lips on mine, her tears mingling with the kiss.

“Deck, I know this. I know you are a great father. I see it every day I look at your amazing child. I adore her, I do. Even before I met you, Shiloh held a special place in my heart.” Sucking in a gulp of air, she continued, “I’m so jealous of Julie’s curves and the confidence she has in herself. I mean, her breasts are spectacular while mine are still in the teenage girl stages.”

 Okay, now she was babbling, and it was kind of cute, except the reference to her body. Couldn’t she see my dick was hard as a rock every single time I caught sight of her?

“I have never had sex, and you are the first man to kiss me. And I have never been able to give myself any pleasure—yeah, I have a vibrator, but using it was a disaster, so I put it in the bottom drawer and haven’t used it since.”

She stopped suddenly, realising how much she had let loose. I was fucking rapt about what she had admitted. And a bit pissed off, too. I didn’t like hearing her put herself down.

Quickly, I made a decision.

In one quick movement, I stood up with Charlie in my arms. Ignoring her shriek of surprise as I lifted her over my shoulder, I weaved my way around the scattered couches, chairs, and people.

“Deck,” Charlie shouted, but I quieted her with a soft slap to her delicious bum.

“Shush, woman.”

Looking around, I found Julie standing next to Darth. Taking notice that they seemed to be arguing, I shouted, “Vegas,” above the music. It wasn’t too loud, but it took a few seconds for her to hear me after I’d shouted out to her once more. As her eyes found me, the look of annoyance with Darth was replaced with amusement as she saw Charlie over my shoulder.

“I got Squirt,” she reassured me without me even having to ask.

See, Charlie? Family, I thought to myself, but she didn’t need any more lecturing on the subject. My point was well and truly made.

“Thanks, hon. Leave her bath and story for me, okay?”

“You bet, handsome,” she answered, ignoring Darth’s heated look and growl.

Interesting, I thought but only briefly. Charlie’s squirming body brought me back to the now.

“You want another spanking?” I asked her as I rubbed a hand over her tight rump.

“I think so,” was her very quiet response.

“Oh, Sweetness, I like that. I do, but tonight, I think we will stay a bit vanilla, okay? Make our way up to the kinkier stuff.”

“Kinky?” she squeaked. “Like Christian kinky?”

Halting my steps, I tightened my grip on her backside. “Who the fuck is Christian?” I asked with a growl.

Charlie put her hands on my jean-covered arse and pushed herself up, twisting her head to look at me.

“Fifty Shades’ Christian Grey.”

Oh, the movie. I was satisfied I wasn’t going to have to kill anyone tonight, but she wasn’t going to watch that movie ever again.

Reining in my jealousy, I continued on my way to my bedroom. Sharing with Shiloh meant my room was a double. We had constructed a wall so her room was separate to mine so she could sleep if I had my lamp on or the TV on low.

But I had another room further down the hallway that I used when I needed sex. I never fucked in Shiloh’s and my suite. So I sort of surprised myself when I entered the suite instead of the smaller room, proving to me that Charlie was it—the one—my happy place, and, hopefully, so much more than that.

The time for deep thoughts was over for the time being. I wanted to hear this woman scream my name. No interruptions, and no fucking clothes. No zips digging into my cock.

Before letting her down from my shoulder, I reached up and released the zipper of Charlie’s skirt. Then I tossed her on the bed. Not letting any thought process of hers stop me, I quickly removed her heels and then tugged her skirt down her thighs and off her.

“I love this skirt, Sweetness. The sexy way your arse moves in it. The way it clings to those fucking beautiful, sexy thighs.” Keeping my voice low and seductive, I went about making my woman hum with pleasure.

My eyes bugged when I saw the sexy thigh-high stockings and garter belt.

“Oh, baby, what have we here?” I ran my hands from her stocking clad sexy feet up over her calves and made my way over her slim, toned calves. The silkiness of the stockings only made the journey up her legs even sexier.

Her legs were spectacular. Oh, Jesus, her legs wrapped around my waist was a reality I needed as soon as possible, but I had to take this slow. Her innocence and lack of experience in this area not only turned me the fuck on, but it also made me wary.

Slow, I reminded myself.

So I ran my hand up her beautiful legs, watching her reaction—watching her for the permission to go higher.

“Your pace, Sweetness. Tell me what you want,” I murmured, not able to take my eyes from her face. She stole my breath. She was giving me purpose again. Yes, I had my daughter, but a man needed that one special reason, that one purpose to get up in the morning, that one reason to forget his own name every time she walked into a room.

My purpose was lying on my bed, biting her lip as a red blush covered her cheeks as she fought her embarrassment.

“Tell me now, or I will stop,” I said. I wanted her to talk to me about this stuff. I got that she was a virgin, but I wanted her completely comfortable with me, with us—in and out of bed.

“No, don’t stop.” Her plea came out in a shout, causing me to smile wickedly at her.

“Charlie, all in, remember?” I whispered softly.

I watched with fascination as the emotions played across her face. They told me what she was thinking without the words. Then finally, I saw the look I wanted so desperately.

Submission.

“Touch me, Deck. Touch me where no one else has,” she begged.

I nearly came in my pants, and when her small shaking hand took mine, placing it on her panty-covered mound, I felt pre-cum leaking from my tip. Oh, fuck me.

I pressed my hand harder against her heat. Taking a finger, I slipped it under the edge of her panties and found her folds. Her bare folds. Fuck, she waxed her pussy bare. Oh, fuck yes.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Charlie, you are hot and wet,” I said, growling the words. I slipped my finger up and down her slit. I wasn’t lying—her pussy was slick with cream and hot, so fucking hot—all this from a few words and my hands on her legs. I was happy as fuck and eager to see what else turned her on. The fucking possibilities were endless.

I added another finger. Her body bowed off the bed, her keen cry echoing off the walls of my room. Leaning up, I captured her lips, desperate to claim her moans. It was a kiss of lovers and never had a kiss meant so much to me. My tongue came out to duel with hers. Her kissing was getting more adventurous, demanding, and I was only too happy to give her everything.

Climbing over her body, I kept one hand on the bed, helping to keep most of my weight off her. The other hand still fingered her tight heat. When I added a third finger, I felt it. Her inner-wall clamped down on them, sucking them in deep.

Ripping her mouth from mine in a gasp, Charlie’s eyes widened, almost comically, as she tried to fight what was happening to her for the first time.

“Deck, no, no, no, no more,” she begged, but her body continued to writhe and bow beneath mine, pushing my fingers deeper.

“Yes, baby, let it go. Come on my fingers, baby,” I practically begged her. I needed her release more than she did, I think. Taking her mouth again, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, rougher than I’d intended to, but fuck, I was on edge. My dick was about to embarrass me. I wanted to rip my jeans off and thrust into her until my balls were flat against her rosebud. But I didn’t. This was for Charlie. Mine was coming, but until then, I needed a little more.

I held myself up mostly by an ab crunch and quickly tore off my black tee. I wanted to feel her even if it was just through her blouse.

Charlie instantly cupped my shoulders with her tiny hands. Well, they were tiny compared to mine. I liked that she was small, delicate, although she was taller than most women, which I definitely liked.

When my mouth returned to hers, our lips once again did a seductive dance. It was so erotic just to kiss while my fingers were inside her pussy, and she was grinding up against me like she needed me more than water.

“Oh, God, Deck, something is—”

Hold on, baby, it’s going to blow your mind. I urged her silently as I increased the pressure on her clit. Then Charlie detonated.

“Deck.” The scream that left her mouth was something I would never forget. Ever. Her grip on my shoulders was painful, especially after my few rounds in the ring with Creed earlier. That prick was strong and had a lot of aggression to release.

My concentration centred back on my woman as she reached up and brought my lips back down to hers. The kiss she laid on me was the hottest fucking kiss I’d ever had. There was no real rhythm to it—just raw, innocent passion from a woman in the middle of her first ever orgasm.

Oh, Christ in heaven, my cock was going to explode, I was sure of it—my balls, too—as my fingers got the fuck squeezed out them by the hottest sweetest pussy.

Then suddenly, without warning, I felt Charlie’s hands touch my pecs over my flat nipples, and she bloody tweaked them.

Tweaked my nipples.

The sensations zinging through my body had no words to describe them. Everything went on instant alert. My cock didn’t just twitch—the motherfucker fucking roared.

“Oh, my God,” I ground out as I rocked my hard cock into Charlie’s pubis.

And God help me, I came in my jeans with a mighty groan of my own.

Holy fucking shit.

Wrecked.

Ruined.

Mine!