DECK

I was torn between kissing her sassy mouth and spanking her arse until it was a pretty red colour.

Since meeting the woman, I had controlled my inner caveman. But I was over that now. Now my woman was going to find out that her man was exactly that. Her man. Her protector. Her fucking rock. There would be no more doing shit on her own. Her family? Bring them the fuck on. They may have money, but I had my entire fucking club behind me. And now, so did Charlie. I understood her need for independence, but there was no need to be alone, as well. No need when I wanted to be there—Shiloh and me.

“Deck.” Her weak-arse protest to get me to get off her was not going to deter me at all.

“No, Charlie. Listen to me. Please, Charlie, please.” My desperate tone must have reached her. Because I was desperate. Desperate for her to get this shit and mark it.

Her eyes went soft, and while the fight wasn’t quite gone, she was listening.

Dropping my forehead to hers, I breathed in her scent. It never failed to calm me. Even at the club with the smoke and filth, I could still smell her.

“When I couldn’t find you after school, I was concerned. When I heard you had been crying and was upset, I was worried. When I couldn’t find you, and half my club was out looking for you, I was frantic. But, Sweetness”—I dropped my lips to hers, needing a taste to still my inner beast—“when I saw you on that stage, baby, I was fucking gutted.”

Charlie’s hand reached up and cupped my cheek. Her eyes then filled with unshed tears.

I turned my mouth and gently bit the inside of her palm, then licked and kissed it. My hand covered hers and held it to my face.

“I won’t have it, Charlie. You are mine. Fast or not, this is us. If you need help, you ask me. You need money to get your fucked-up family off your back, you come to me. Jesus Christ, woman, if you want a fucking cup of coffee, you…come…to…me.”

I knew she was about to protest, independence and all that crap, and I got it, I did.

“I have never had this need with any other woman in my life except Shiloh.”

I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. But I knew I was overwhelming her with the moving of her stuff. One step at a time, Deck.

“You mean the world to Shiloh and to me. Your place sucks shit. And your cat is a fluffy girlie-girl cat, and Shiloh is going to want it for her very own. I want you here with me. In my bed. I will give you the money you need that you were trying to make at Gypsies. And let’s just see how we go.” It sounded like I was giving her a choice, but I wasn’t. She was mine.

She looked at me like I had lost my mind, but she was also smiling that perfect fucking smile that was just mine. My smile.

“We need to talk about your tendencies for taking over and making decisions for me.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“We also need to talk about me paying you that money back.”

“So yes, then?” Yeah, right, dream on, Sweetness.

“We need to figure out how to get my car back.”

Not happening, dancing girl. That piece of shit should be crushed by now. I wasn’t ready to tell her she was driving my truck from now on.

“Sweetness, say yes.” I groaned as her hand traced a line down over my arse before squeezing my cheeks.

“Yes, Deck Johnston, I want to see where we can go, so yes, I will move in here with you.”

She opened her legs to make more room for me. My cock had come to life when I’d flipped her underneath me, but I’d tamped his shit down so I could get Charlie to agree with me. Now that she had, it was his turn.

“Can you take me again, Sweetness? Are you too sore?” I whispered seductively against her lips. I knew I probably shouldn’t, but Charlie didn’t seem to be thinking that. Reaching between our bodies, she fisted my cock and guided it to her wet core. She still had our juices dripping from her, so our combined releases helped her body take me again so soon after her first time.

I groaned at the contact and pushed myself forward in one hard thrust, filling her completely.

“What was it you said before about watching your cock go in and out of me,” she asked. Her voice was shy when she said the word cock, but fuck, if it didn’t make me harder.

“Yeah, I believe you wouldn’t let me,” I replied, playing along with her seductive game

I pulled out and then slammed back into her. Once, twice, three times, and each time, her beautiful tits bounced with the force of my thrusts.

“Well, soldier boy, you best get to watching.” Her voice was husky, the effort to talk too much for her. Our first time was so slow and gentle, but this time, I was showing her fucking heaven.

Without pulling out of her completely, I moved back from her until I was on my knees. With her legs wrapped around my waist, her butt was lifted off the bed and sitting on my thighs. This way, I could see her perfectly.

Her tits were still in my reach, and I could see her pussy sucking my cock back inside her. I could see a tinge of red still on my cock, and the inside of her thighs was smeared with a little, too. Her virginity was forever mine. I was so happy, I wanted to fucking howl at the moon.

I placed my hands on her thighs, either side of her pubis, and moved faster than I should have—but it was impossible to stop. From her erotic moans and the way her cunt clenched me, I didn’t think she wanted me to stop, either.

The familiar tingle in my spine was telling me I was about to explode. Jesus fucking Christ, where had my stamina gone? Twice now, I was in jeopardy of coming before her. Placing my hands between her legs, I reached out with my thumbs and played with her folds, touching where my dick moved in and out of her. I could see her clit throbbing with each thrust of my dick. Not being able to help myself, I took my thumb away and quickly licked her juices and replaced them with my saliva. Then pressing my thumb against her clit, I rubbed it in slow circles.

I expected to feel her clench me tighter—not reach her hand down and rub her fingers up and down my shaft as it pulled out and pushed back in.

I watched as our hands played with each other—one of my thumbs against her clit while the other one rubbed up and down her slick folds, and her fingers following my dick as it moved in and out of her.

“Fuck, Sweetness, this is so fucking hot to watch,” I said from between clenched teeth as I barely hung on to my orgasm. She had to go first.

“Deck, it’s happening, it’s happening,” she cried out as I felt her muscles suck my cock in and not let him out, triggering my own release.

My hands left her pussy and moved back to her thighs as I brought her even harder and closer against me and rocked into her over and over, prolonging my orgasm as long as I could.

I brought her closer to me—half under and half against me, lying together as our breathing started to even out. I then pulled the blankets, and without jostling Charlie too much, I reached over to the drawers beside the bed and made sure the baby monitor was on and blinking. I got a quick glimpse of my baby girl sleeping soundly in her pink room before sleep started to pull me under.

And for the first time in a while, bombings, kids with guns, and soldiers dying didn’t fill my sleep.

Instead, my dreams were of a blonde dancer who had just given me another purpose in life.