DECK

Shiloh was laughing her head off as she threw the ball for Trigger and Bullet to chase around the grassed-off area near her playground. The German shepherds belonged to Steel, but everyone thought of them as Shiloh’s dogs. And so did Shiloh, especially at bedtime when she wanted the forty-kilo dogs to sleep with her. Then they go back to being Steel’s dogs. I drew the line at the two beasts in her bed, but now Winnie was here with Charlie, so Shiloh cuddled up to the fat cat at night.

“Yo, Shy-shy, Charlotte said she is rehearsing now,” Seb yelled from the entry door to the compound.

“Yay, yay, yay. Here, Daddy, youse make sure my dogs keep playing.” A tennis ball flew right at my face and nearly hit me in the eye.

“Hey, Squirt, you’re going to pay for that later,” I threatened her with absolutely no heat whatsoever.

“Bye-byes, Daddio.” She laughed at me. Fucking Darth. Then she ran as fast as her tiny legs would take her, the chunky black boots she refused to take off sounding like a herd of tiny elephants on the concrete.

Fuck! I held my breath every time she ran like that. I watched her closely as she finally made it to the door, and Seb helped her in safely.

I picked up the ball Shiloh had just tossed at me and threw it as far as I could, and then watched the dogs take off after it at a fast clip. I waited for them to bring it back to me, and then I did it several more times before I realised Seb was standing behind me with his hands on his hips and a big fucking smirk on his ugly mug.

“You got a problem, prospect?”

“You’ve got a problem, Sarge,” Seb told me.

“Do I now? Want to tell me what that is?” The smile on the prick’s face told me he couldn’t wait to tell me what my problem was. But just as he opened his mouth, I saw Darth walking towards his bike with Vegas holding onto his hand with one hand while the other one held her helmet.

“You okay with what is going on in there, Deck?” Darth asked, his brow rising as his chin jerked back to the compound.

“What the fuck you talking about? It’s a rehearsal for the recital. With the time Charlie had off because of her leg, she has to hustle a bit.”

“Huh. Well, there you go,” Darth said.

What the fuck is going on with these arseholes today? Talking in fucking riddles and shit.

“Good for you, Deck.” Vegas put in her two cents. “I’m not sure Darth would let me do that, and I’m not claimed to Darth like Charlotte is to you.” The words sounded sad coming out of her mouth, and I saw Darth tense up and stare at her. Okay, time for a diversion.

“What am I letting Charlie do, sweetheart?”

Booth then chose that very moment to poke his head out of the door. “Some guy in tights has his hands all over your woman’s body, Sarge.”

The fuck?

“That’s the problem.” Seb grinned at me. “Some guy called Alexander turned up about twenty minutes ago to practise with Teach,” he said.

My head whipped around to the door of the compound. “Charlie is in there dancing with a guy?” Even as I asked the question, I couldn’t comprehend exactly what was going on. Why the fuck do all those arseholes have big-arse grins on their faces? Or, in Booth’s case, flat out pissing himself laughing. I could see he was itching to tell me more. “And you let him in?” I yelled back at Booth.

“Yep, sure did. I gave her permission to have him in the club. Just peeked in there myself a minute ago. Did you know to lift a ballerina, the guy dancer has to put his hands between her legs for leverage?”

“You let him in—” I didn’t bother finishing what I was going to yell at the prick. I was too busy running past him and Seb to get inside.

The statement about another man’s hands on my woman’s body was filling me with so much rage. The first major decision I needed to make was how fucked up this guy was going to be once I got my fucking hands on him.  

As I made my way through the main room, I was still able to hear Booth’s annoying laughter. I ignored all the comments from my brothers.

“Fuck, brother, I thought Teach looked sexy on the stripper pole. But fuck me, in that leotard, she looks—”

I stopped and swung around to face Steel. My anger was just barely hanging by a fucking thread. “Finish that sentence, Steel, and I will fuck you up in ways they haven’t even written about yet.” I growled, and he knew I meant every fucking word.

I couldn’t get rid of the sexy images of Charlie up on the stage, her body dancing around that pole. The fantasy of it made my dick so hard that I ended up putting a few poles in Charlie’s new dance room. For private showings only.

Leaving behind more laughing arseholes, I ran at a full sprint past the war room and beyond the hallway that led to Booth’s private rooms. I could hear the up-tempo music playing and what sounded like the sweet giggles of my daughter.

When I made it to the open door, I stopped dead in my tracks. The vision before me knocked the air right out of my lungs.

Charlie.

She was dressed in a black leotard that was low cut in the front with tiny thin shoestring straps on her perfect slim shoulders. Her torso was wrapped in a pink see-through cardigan-looking thing with a ribbon around her waist and tied to hold it closed. Her legs were bare save for a pair of long, black leg warmer type do-hickies and her worn as fuck ballet shoes.

She was stunning.

Beautiful.

Her smile was happy as she danced around in a circle, spinning and jumping sort of at the same time. The dude in tights, which looked more like leggings to me, had her hand in his and was supporting her through the high jumps. Then he lifted her high above his head, legs apart at first, then they fell, and he twisted her in his arms and kind of dragged her across the floors.

Fucked if I knew what the moves were called, but I couldn’t stop watching them.

Fuck, my woman could dance.

“Daddy!”

Charlie was in a pirouette to end all pirouettes, but Shiloh’s shout brought a stop to the dancing.

Charlie’s slightly sweaty wet hair clung to her neck. Her chest was heaving with the effort, and the arsehole’s hands were on her waist. Again. I zeroed in on his hands. My eyes burned holes through his skin. I felt my lips thin into a grim, straight line, and I swore to God, I was about to fucking growl, but Charlie’s eyes landed on me, and she smiled my smile.

Fuck me, she was beautiful.

“Honey.” Shaking the prick’s hands off with a huff, my woman ran over to me and jumped up. I had no choice but to catch her, but, seriously, I wouldn’t have chosen any other option. The woman was made for my arms—for me.

Her skin was warm and wet from dancing, and I noticed her smell was slightly off as I took a hit from her neck. The arsehole’s scent was on her. I held her close and off the ground as I walked us further into the room.

“You have some explaining to do, Sweetness,” I whisper-growled in her ear so no one else could hear.

She pushed back in my arms a bit and gave me a very confused look.

“Another man has had his hands on you, Charlie. I am going to have to fuck that image out of my head,” I said, looking into her eyes as they suddenly widened, first with shock then desire.

She quickly looked over my shoulder to see if Shiloh had heard me. When she saw the arsehole was talking to Shiloh, Charlie looked back at me.

“Deck, honey. We are practising for the recital. You knew I was dancing. Shiloh wants me to,” she said. She honestly didn’t see the problem.

Yeah, I was a fucking dick for doing what I was about to do, but there was no way I could see his hands on her again. “Sweetness, you have to find another dance because, unless you want dancing boy over there to lose all four limbs, I don’t see any other option.”

She gave me a look of outrage, and then she tried to wriggle out of my embrace, but I wasn’t having it.

I anchored Charlie to my front, her feet still dangling off the ground, and then walked back to the door and called out to Steel.

Waiting for my brother, I took a moment to run my tongue down my woman’s neck and across her jaw. Ending it at the lobe of her ear, I gave it a tiny bite then soothed it with my wet tongue.

“Shhh, behave. I will deal with your little stunt in just a minute, Sweetness.”

Her reaction was exactly as I’d thought it would be. Her eyes dilated, and her breathing picked up as I felt the pebbling of her perfect nipples against my chest.

“Yeah, brother?”

“Steel, can you please show…” I stopped and raised my eyebrow at Charlie, waiting.

Expelling a huff, she reluctantly answered me, “Alexander.”

“Good girl. Steel, can you show Alexander out, and please, take Shiloh to Stella. It is time for her dinner.”

My eyes didn’t look away from Charlie. I was so fucking turned on right then. Her nipples were like fucking bullets digging into my skin. I needed them in my mouth, and my cock ached to be balls deep in her pussy.

“Dude, let’s go,” Steel shouted out, but the guy already seemed to have caught on and was already throwing his satchel bag over his shoulder.

As he made a hasty retreat, he mumbled a goodbye and skirted past us.

“Squirt, let’s go. Stella has made meatballs,” Steel called out to Shiloh, his voice softer speaking to her.

“Oh, I likes meatballs, Steel,” she cried excitedly, taking off running past Charlie and me.

“Bye-bye, Sweetness. Catch ya later alligator.” All three of us chuckled at Shiloh’s antics.

“Close the door, brother,” I said, seriousness returning to my voice. My woman was about to be fucked.

The second the door closed, and I heard the lock engage, I hoisted Charlie further up my body. “Legs around my waist,” I demanded.

Charlie’s legs immediately locked around my back. The heels of her ballet slippers dug into my arse. She wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders and pressed her breasts tight against my chest.

“Hold on, baby,” I warned her. Then I released my grip on her, and she shrieked with surprise but instantly tightened her legs around me.

“Let your arms go.”

Again, she did it immediately, and once she let go of my shoulder, I grabbed her leotard and the cardigan thingy together, and in one motion, I ripped it down the middle. The sudden movement caused her perky tits to bounce in my face. Soon, they would be sucked deep into my mouth. But first…

Charlie’s gasp of shock made me smile wickedly. I ripped the offending garment down her arms and tossed it behind us, giving it a disgusted look.

“Hold on to my shoulders again,” I demanded again. Then once I knew her grip was secure, I reached down between her legs, and with my fingers and just pure brute strength, I ripped the fuck out of the bottom part of her leotard. With a bit of work, and Charlie dropping her legs, we both managed to remove the rest of her outfit. All that remained were the leg warmers and shoes.

I could work with that. Again, I tossed the tattered cloth to the floor.

“Now, that’s better,” I declared, running my hands over her naked body.

“Really, was that necessary, Deck?” Charlie asked out of breath, affected by my caveman act.

“He touched you, Sweetness. No man touches you but me.” My lips were on her then. Her neck, her jaw, her lips. We kissed for an endless moment, our lips sipping at each other, tasting. Devouring. I wanted to take my time with her mouth because I loved kissing Charlie. And I loved kissing her tits, so wrenching my mouth from hers, I ducked my head and latched on to one nipple. Biting and sucking. Sucking and licking. I worshipped her nipple with my mouth and then bestowed the other one with the exact same attention, making them wet and hard.

I felt my dick harden painfully in my jeans. I loved how vocal Charlie was during sex. Her moans were such a turn on, and they fucking fed my desire for her.

“I want you in me, Deck, now,” she begged. I loved it when she begged, but it really wasn’t necessary. It was where I wanted to be, too.

With my mouth on hers, I gave her one more demand. “Reach down and undo my pants, then take my dick out, and place it at your wet entrance. You are wet for me, aren’t you, Sweetness?”

“The minute I jumped into your arms,” she whispered back to me as her small hands pulled the button fly of my jeans.

Reaching in, her hand closed around my painfully hard cock. Without even looking, I knew there was pre-cum dripping from the tip, and when I felt her thumb swipe over the tip, rubbing in the droplets, I groaned low in my throat.

“Stop fucking with me, baby, and position my cock at your weeping pussy.” I growled in warning.

I loved the sound she made as she took a breath before doing as she was told, guiding me to her entrance. I could feel her warm, wet heat, and fuck me, if I didn’t want to come just from that.

Steadying myself, I quickly turned us so Charlie’s back was to the wall of mirrors the guys and I had installed. What a fucking great idea that was, I thought to myself as I saw her beautiful arse pushed hard against the mirror.

“Hold on.” They were my last words before I pushed deep into her welcoming cunt. Both of us cried out from the pure fucking pleasure of it. Her warmth enveloped me, sucking me so deep I felt like I was in her very soul—and I might have been. The deepness of my feelings for this woman sometimes scared me.

“Deck,” Charlie whispered as she moved her lithe body like a belly dancer, moving backwards and forward, taking me deeper.

My grip on her bare arse was punishing, I was sure of it. But fuck, it would turn me on in the morning when I saw my marks on her.

I felt the fluttering of her inner muscles, and I knew she was going to come hard. She always came hard. Increasing my strokes, I pounded in and out of her. The noises of sex were the only things we could hear as the music had shut off during the ripping of the offending clothes.

“Oh, God, yes, yes, yes. Deck, please, I’m coming,” Charlie cried, egging me on to find my own completion.

“With me, baby. Wait and come with me,” I begged. I ground myself into her and pulled out only to slam back fast and hard.

“Oh, God, honey. I can’t wait. It’s happening.” Her lips suddenly slammed down on mine, and she just held herself there.

“Open your eyes,” I said, breathing against her lips.

Her eyes opened, and the brilliant pools of green were shining with love just for me.

We stayed like that as our lower bodies danced and moved in unison. My dick was begging to release into her, and the tingle started in my spine. Oh, fuck!

“Now.” I growled into Charlie’s mouth as I ground into her, holding myself there as I felt her pussy milking my cock. “Fuck, Sweetness, I fucking love you.” My shouted words bounced off the mirrors.

“Deck, yes, love you, honey. Love, love, love you.” Her rambling made me smile against her mouth despite the fact I couldn’t catch my breath or feel my legs.

“Hmmmmm, that was lovely,” Charlie said sleepily against my neck.

I was still holding her against the mirrors. How the fuck I could do that was completely beyond me, but letting her go right then was out of the question.

“Sweetness?” I knew I had to demand this of her. I hated that I had to ruin all her hard work, but another man’s hands on my woman, the woman I loved more than my own life, just couldn’t happen. She had to see it my way. And fuck it, with the door locked, I was all in for begging.

“Yes, honey, I will change the dance to a solo.” I felt her smile against my throat. Her voice was soft and sated.

My world was righted again. The rage I’d felt when I saw his hands on Charlie melted away. “Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”

“I don’t know, but I am eternally grateful you do,” she answered sassily.

I swatted her perfect arse cheek.

“We have a small problem, honey.”

I raised my eyebrow and waited for her to go on.

“You ripped my clothes, Deck. I have to walk out there, you know,” she said, pointing to the other room beyond the locked door.

Smiling at her, I dropped my lips to hers. The kiss was sweet and light. “You can wear my shirt, Sweetness.”