DECK

Fuck me! How did I get so fucking lucky? My woman was on top of me, her lips swollen from sucking my cock and my kisses, her face flushed with passion. She loved me and wanted to ride me. I was almost scared it was going to be ripped away from me.

I knew I didn’t love Zoe, and she never meant anywhere near as much as Charlie does now, and I certainly never loved her like I did Charlie. But her death hurt me. We were friends, and she was the mother of my little girl. I knew if I lost Charlie, I would never survive.

“Ride me, Sweetness. Take me deep into your pussy and come all over my dick. Please, please, Charlie,” I begged her. Me, begging? Fucking unheard of. But this tiny ballerina had taken hold of me and claimed ownership of my heart. Moving her back a bit, I reached between our bodies to guide my cock into her, but she stopped me.

“Let me,” she demanded. Then my beautiful woman took me in her tiny hand and lifted her hips. I knew she had no clue how to do this, and it turned me on even more. She was stepping out of her comfort zone.

I covered her hand with mine and helped her fit me to her opening. I needed to. If she kept her hand squeezed around me much longer, I was going to come and ruin everything.

After easing inside her, I let her take back control since it seemed like it was important to her. She needed to feel like she was driving the show, and in some ways, she was. She was in control of my heart, guaranteed.

Her face was a picture of passion and concentration as she eased her way down on my length. This position should be easier for her in some ways, but taking all of me while she was on top, I wasn’t sure she could accomplish it, but fuck, I was all for her giving it a go.

“Deck, oh God, honey,” she cried out, throwing her head back. Her long blonde hair tickled my thighs.

Fuck, I loved it when she called me honey. No one ever called me that, and I only wanted Charlie to do it.

“Sweetness, baby, I know this is your gig, but please, I need to touch you.” Again, I was begging.

“Yes, please, touch me, honey.” Her voice was thick with want and need as her hands took mine and placed them on her perfect tits. Fuck, it was so erotic to see her take over and show me what she wanted. I wasn’t saying she was going to be in control every time, but I may let her do this to me once a month.

Charlie was rocking back and forth, taking me deeper with each downward thrust motion. But I could see she was struggling to keep the pace. She needed my help. It wasn’t taking over, but I needed to get her to her climax so I could empty my balls deep into her cunt.

Reluctantly releasing her beautiful breasts, I put my hands on her hips and guided her up and down. Rocking was fine, but I was an impatient bastard and wanted to see my woman come apart on top of me.

Charlie picked up her pace with my help as my hips bucked under her. Doing an ab crunch, I sat up and took her nipple into my mouth. Her nipples were so sensitive, and I had brought her to orgasm more than once just with breast play.

“Oh, yes, yes, Deck, that’s it,” she cried out, thrusting her tit further into my mouth.

“Hmmmmm,” I hummed around my delicious mouthful. Christ, how could her taste get sweeter and sweeter every time?

As her hands snaked around the back of my head, her fingers speared through my hair and held me close to her.

“Don’t stop. Please, never stop, honey.”

As if I fucking could, I thought to myself, unwilling to let go of my prize to say it aloud to Charlie.

Charlie was ravenous as she pulled my mouth from her tit to attack it with hers. Her tongue was warm and wet, the kiss a little sloppy but in no way not sexy. Her rhythm was faltering, and I needed to come, so I gripped her hips tighter in my hands and ground her down hard on my shaft, making sure every inch was in her. I was holding her down as I rocked her clit back and forth against my pubis.

The familiar ache and tingle was making its way up my spine and would soon be in my balls, but that couldn’t happen yet as Charlie had to come first. Then I felt it. The first sign that she was nearly there. Her cunt was clenching me tighter and tighter.

“That’s it, Sweetness. Yes, come on me, baby. Bathe my cock in your sweetness,” I commanded her, and like a good naughty girl, she did. Spectacularly so. Throwing her head back, she lifted her hands to her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples, the action helping her reach the climax we both so desperately needed. Watching her fondle herself was my detonator, so holding her down hard on me, I thrust up once, twice, three times more, and erupted inside her.

“Fuck me, Sweetness. Yesss.” I groaned through my climax. I could feel my spunk filling her to the brink. I couldn’t believe how hard I was coming. The sensations were fucking phenomenal.

“Deck, honey, yes, yes, oh God, yesss,” she cried out, and it was then I realised my climax triggered another one from Charlie. Her walls were fluttering around my still hard dick. I quickly flipped us so she was beneath me and pushed into her. I held myself deep in her as her body pushed up, grinding into me, allowing her to finish her orgasm.

The noises she was making was like porn to my ears. I loved them, but not as much as I loved her.

I wrapped Charlie in my arms and waited for our heavy panting to ease. I was still throbbing inside my woman, my dick wanting to go again, the dirty bastard. But I tried to control myself. Charlie was a small woman in most areas, and her pussy was no exception. There was no way I would ever inflict any pain on her deliberately.

I rolled, taking my weight off her slight body until we are facing each other side by side. She had a sexy as fuck pink blush covering her face and body. The just-fucked-flush. She had a little whisker burn on her pretty, pert tits, and I was sure if I looked between her thighs, there would be a burn there, too.

Spearing my hands through her mussed hair, I pushed it back so I could see her face, which I loved—so much better. Her eyes were the prettiest green I had ever seen. Her lips were swollen from my lovemaking, and they were so rosy, not red and not pink. Her nose was a sweet and cute button. And that smile. My smile—well, that was what I liked to think. She smiled it just for me. It was shy but also cheeky. I made her smile like that. I made her come more times than she thought she could, and her last orgasm, just the memory that I made her come because of how hard I did? Fuck, that made me feel ten fucking feet tall. If I could beat my chest and swing from a tree, I would.

The silence between us was comfortable. I realised it always was. Whether we were in the club’s kitchen feeding Shiloh and ourselves or sitting in the main room on one of the couches as we watched my club brothers play pool and shoot the shit. We were comfortable.

“Mmmmmm, that was pretty good, soldier boy,” Charlie drawled as she stretched in my arms. Her warm sweat-slicked body rubbed provocatively. I ran my hand over her hip and rested it on her heart-shaped butt, then pressed her closer against my dick before surprising her by giving her a gentle swat.

“Good? Just good, Sweetness? So your ‘yes, yes, Deck, that’s it’ was what? Just for show?” I teased, doing a pretty bad imitation of her voice.

“Ouch.” She feigned being hurt and then giggled softly. Her eyes strayed to Shiloh’s closed door.

I didn’t know why she was so worried at that moment. Her screams were loud while I was balls deep inside her.

I’d discovered long ago, when Shiloh was just a baby, she could sleep through anything the brothers could throw at her. When she was in a bassinet, there were times I’d wheeled her in it and sat her in the corner of the main room or in the war room during meetings. She’d slept through it all, and although I never had sex in this room before Charlie, I knew we were in the clear, but Charlie seemed to be a bit anxious.

“Sweetness, you know she can sleep through a Harley starting up right next to her. Your sexy screams of desire and lust for me won’t even make her stir.” I laughed as I said it. She’d had a problem with how loud she was ever since Booth walked past our door one day and banged on it, asking her to keep it down. His tone had been light and joking, but Charlie still blushed every time Booth winked her way.

I startled when Charlie gave my arse a swat of its own. Her smile was bright for a second, but then it dipped slightly, and I knew what was coming.

“Okay, now serious stuff, honey. Tell me about Rainn,” she said softly. Her voice held no animosity or accusation, but I did detect a little hurt. And I hated that. But I hadn’t been a choirboy before her, and she knew it, accepted it even, but the thought it had been Rainn must hurt more.

Sighing, I took a second before I answered. Her hand was tracing patterns along my spine. If she wanted to do that forever, I had absolutely no problem with that.

“Rainn has been around the club since day one,” I started. My voice was quiet and calm. I tightened my arms around her when I felt her tense just slightly.

“Has she always been with Mannix?”

“No. At first, she was just a soul girl. She hung out with most of us, me included. We opened the strip club, and Mannix held auditions, and Rainn applied. Turns out, she is a fantastic dancer. And her and Mannix just sort of happened a year or so ago.” Explaining the dynamics of Rainn and Mannix’s relationship or lack of was not an easy thing to do. To the outsider, Mannix appeared to be an arsehole.

“Being at a club party and arriving with Rainn then heading off to his room with another chick is not exactly great boyfriend material. But that is where people get their union wrong. He isn’t her boyfriend. Never has been,” I said with conviction. It was important Charlie didn’t jump to the wrong conclusion about my fellow commando.

“So what you are saying is Rainn doesn’t have a problem with Mannix not committing to her?” she asked, sounding a little sceptical.

“Well,” I began, not so convinced myself anymore, “she never used to. But lately, I am not too sure about that,” I allowed myself to say. I never got involved in any of my brothers’ private lives with women. This was the reason. Charlie pressed up against me, and while I was sated and ready for more, here I was gossiping. Christ almighty, spare me!

Charlie was quiet for a second, so I waited her out. I didn’t want a jealous woman, but because I wanted Charlie more than my next breath, this needed to be sorted now.

 “When was the last time you were with her?” The question was quiet. I had to strain to hear it.

No way, this wouldn’t do at all. Rolling us once again, I positioned Charlie on top of me. My sudden movement made her let out a tiny squeal, but I needed to see her face, not let her hide it against my chest.

“Baby, I need you to hear this. And I need you to listen and understand, okay?”

Charlie’s eyes were wide, and I knew it was because my voice was a little rougher than I usually used with her. She nodded her head twice, letting me know she was listening.

“Serious shit here, baby. I slept with Rainn once about three years ago. I have never slept with Ingrid or Callie. My main girl was Shiloh’s mum. And since Squirt was born, I have been really familiar with my hand.” I stopped, but then I saw a question forming in her mind, and I put a stop to it instantly. “And before you ask, no, I have not slept with Vegas, either. Darth is one of my closest friends outside of the club, as well as Creed. And as far as I am concerned, Vegas belongs to Darth.”

“Okay, honey,” she replied, but I wasn’t convinced. Surely, it couldn’t be that easy.

Raising my brow at her, I scoffed, “Okay?”

Her smile was soft. “Yes, okay. I’m not a stupid woman, Deck. I know you have way more experience than me. Had more sexual partners than me. I have no right to come in here and start acting all crazy and territorial.” She gently brushed her fingers over my forehead, then leaned forward and graced it with a tender kiss. “You have never lied to me. Never given me any cause to doubt you. You brought me here, proud of your club, and asked me to accept it or not. I did. You have opened your heart and your life with your daughter to me.” Taking a shuddering breath, Charlie then gave me my smile. “You are honest as the day is long, Deck Johnston, and I am so in love with you. The possibility of not being with you hurts my heart, so yes, honey, my answer is okay. Now no more talk of Rainn or any other woman from your past.”

Her words left me heaving with emotion.

It was at that moment, hearing the love of my life saying those things to me, I realised how much I had wanted it. I just had to wait for the right person to have it with. I had to go through the horrors of war, losing Zoe twice—once to my brother, and then to death—spending years alone, busy being a single dad, business owner, and member of my club and my family to find this beauty, who was lying on top of me, staring at me with passion and love. Damn, I felt lucky.

Flipping us again, I quickly found my way back into her tight, wet heat. One push in, and I was sheathed deep in my sweetness. My not so gentle thrust made her gasp.

“Shit, you okay, baby?” I knew I was not as gentle as I should have been, but I was running on pure emotion at that moment. It was taking everything inside me not to pound into her sweetness and explode whatever was left from my balls—if there was anything left at all—into her tightness.

Charlie nodded her head eagerly. Her legs fell open to the sides as far as she could get them to, and she had them spread far.

The joys of a ballet dancer, I thought to myself, and not for the first time.

I looked down and saw her pussy was still wet with our combined cum from our previous lovemaking. They were making it easier for her to take me again so soon. After giving her a second to adjust to me being in her, I took it easy, my thrusts slow and measured.

“Don’t take your eyes off me, Charlie.” I growled when I saw her eyes start to flutter closed. She fought to keep them open, and it took her a few goes, but her bright green eyes found me.

I needed her to watch me. This moment would live with me forever, deep inside me where no one could touch it or take it away from me. When I was on my own for whatever reason, and I needed something to keep me going, I knew I could call on this moment—the moment when I felt the greatest love of my life aside from my kid being born.

After thrusting deep, and dragging myself out to the tip, I pushed slowly but forcefully back in. The sounds of her cunt taking my cock were the only sounds in the room. Even our breathing was quiet. We were just staring at each other, the intensity and the importance of the moment marked for both of us.

“You’re mine,” I said as I lowered my mouth and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. There was no heat in my kiss. I just needed to touch her lips. It was a need I felt deep down from the deepest part of me, and her answering smile was blinding. I took it into my veins and used it for my sustenance to stay alive.

“You’re mine,” she countered. Lifting her hips higher against my lower body, she forced me to stay deep even as I tried to pull out. Then we were just grinding against one another. Her hands suddenly came out and gripped my shoulders, steadying herself. Her eyes never left mine, just like I’d asked. She needed it, too. She felt the importance of our lovemaking.

“I’m coming, Deck,” she whispered against my mouth.

Oh, God, I felt it. The flutter of her inner walls started gently, and then they gripped me harder and harder until my cock had no other choice. Fuck me, it was coming, and I couldn’t stop it. Charlie’s loud moan of pleasure and the beautiful warm, wet gush of her climax on my cock were my undoing.

Letting go, I looked deep into my woman’s eyes, glossy with passion and love, as I came with a deep, low groan of my own. And I marked it. Right there. The moment I knew for sure I’d found my happily-ever-after.

“I love you, Sweetness.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

Marked. Enough said.