Chapter Nine
Charlotte
It’s been three days since Krueger assaulted me in my apartment. Three nights of sleeping in Ryker’s bed, with Ryker in it. Likewise, it’s been three mornings that I’ve woken up to an empty bed and an empty house, with the exception of the angry ogre on the front step. The only thing I’ve learned in those three days is that the ogre’s name is Tease. Strange.
To say I’m angry is putting it mildly. I’m pissed. One minute I’m coming home from work, the next, I have a psychopathic biker trying to claw his way into my panties. I finally free myself from that situation, only to be whisked away to God knows where, and left on my own. Ryker’s gone each morning when I wake up and doesn’t come home until long after I’m asleep. He still hasn’t answered any of my questions, and I’ve had enough.
I’ve searched this house high and low, looking for a phone but there isn’t one. I can’t call a cab without it, and I know that I’m not close enough to the city to just walk home. There’s no way that Tease will let me leave either. I’m a prisoner. Tonight, my plan is to stay awake and confront Ryker as soon as he walks through that door. I will not go another night without getting the answers I need.
I’ve spent the day cleaning Ryker’s already clean house, and reading the only book that I could find. The Outsiders. Good thing it’s one of my favorites. It’s nearing midnight, and I’m struggling to stay awake when I hear the roar of a motorcycle coming up the driveway. Running to the window, I see Ryker pulling up in front of the house and Tease walking to his own bike. The two exchange a couple of words, then Tease is leaving and Ryker is walking up the front steps.
I position my body a few feet in front of the front door, hands on my hips. There’s no way in hell he’s avoiding me tonight.
He enters quietly but stills when he sees me. A grin spreads across his face. Fucking stupid, gorgeous dimple. “Hey, baby girl.” Coming the rest of the way into the house, he turns to close the door. Turning back to me, he takes a few steps in my direction. “I’m surprised you’re still awake.”
I’m beyond pissed. I know that I’ve gone along with everything Ryker’s told me to do up to this point, but I was in shock then – I’m not in shock anymore. Now I’m just angry at being practically kidnapped, then ignored entirely. “Oh, I’m awake. Wide awake. I’m not waiting anymore Ryker. Tell me what the fuck is going on. Everything.” Anger colors my voice.
His grin gets wider, which only makes him even more beautiful. His stupid, sexy grin isn’t going to distract me though. “You pissed at me Charlie?”
His apparent amusement at my anger throws me a little. What a dick! “Yes! I’m very pissed at you, Ryker. And my name is Charlotte. Not baby, not baby girl, and especially not Charlie. Nobody calls me Charlie.”
“I call you Charlie.” He takes another step, putting himself directly into my space. “Now Charlie, why are you so pissed at me?”
His sexy grin, and the closeness of his body, cause my heart to pound in my chest. My brain forgets everything I’d rehearsed saying to him while I sat and stewed all day. “I – I’m pissed because ... well because you practically kidnapped me, dropped me here, have told me not one thing about what is going on, and I don’t know where my sister is, and you told me that you’d tell me, but you’ve conveniently been gone since we had that conversation.” I’m out of breath after that run on sentence, and my chest heaves while I glare into his amused eyes.
“That’s a long list, baby girl.” His eyes dance with laughter as he takes in my glare. “Should I address your issues in order, or was one more important than the other?”
“I don’t give a fuck Ryker, as long as you finally fucking address them!”
He chuckles. “Ok. First of all, I did not kidnap you. I brought you to my home, so that I could ensure your safety. I’m sorry that I haven’t told you anything, but to be honest, until today there wasn’t a whole lot to tell. Your sister’s still at the compound. I haven’t seen her, but Bone assures me she’s scared but fine. Lastly, I’ve been gone because I’ve been trying to get a lock on Krueger, which today, I finally made some progress.”
I stand there staring at him, waiting for him to continue. “We gonna stand by the front door for this conversation, or do you wanna sit down?”
I blink, then turn and move to the couch, turning my body so I’m facing him. Sitting beside me, he angles himself in my direction. “The first couple of days, Krueger was in the wind. No sign of him in the area. We have a shaky relationship with the Devils. For years, our two clubs were not friendly, but since our old Prez died and we got a new one, we’ve slowly mended fences. It took until today to finally get ahold of one of them. I explained the situation, and told them that you and your sister were under our protection. They were pissed. They agreed to back off you, but they still want the money your sister owes them.”
“I don’t understand why she borrowed money from them in the first place.” I have been over and over this in my mind, and I just can’t figure it out. What did Anna need that money for? We may not have had everything our heart’s desired growing up, but we made it work. What did she need that was so important that she’d trade me to get it?
“I don’t know either, but she owes them almost fifteen thousand.”
I gasp. Fifteen thousand? Why the hell would she borrow fifteen thousand dollars from a biker gang?
Ryker reaches out and grasps my hand. “Here’s the thing. Because our relationship with the Devils is shaky, we have to tread lightly. We’re going to help your sister stay hidden until she can come up with the fifteen grand, and they’ve assured us that they’ll call Krueger off you. I don’t know that I trust them completely, so we’re gonna keep a man on you until we can sort this shit out. You’ll stay here with me in the meantime, but you can go back to work, if that’s what you wanna do.”
I stare at him in surprise. “What do you mean stay with you?”
“I don’t want you goin’ back to your place until I know for certain that bastard’s gone. Anna made it seem like he’s got a hard on for you, so I don’t trust him to back off that easily. Especially after you kicked a field goal with his testicles.”
At his mention of hard on, my mind flashes back to the night Krueger assaulted me, rubbing his erection through his pants. I shiver in revulsion.
Ryker reaches out and gently cups my cheek, his thumb drifting along my cheekbone. “He’s not gonna get near you again, Charlie. Do you trust me?”
I’m shocked to realize that I do. Ryker has done nothing but try to protect me, and I trust him with my life. Looking up to meet his eyes, I nod.
He smiles. “Good girl.”
My return smile is a little shaky, but my rage is gone, and I’m relieved to know that Anna’s protected and Ryker is dealing with Krueger. I’m also happy to know I can return to work. I’ll have to call them and come up with a good story to explain my absence the other night, but the last two nights were my days off so technically, I’ve only missed one shift.
“Let’s get you to bed. I need a shower, and then I’m gonna crash.” He stands and holds out his hand. When I take it, he leads me to the bedroom. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss on the top of my head. “Sleep, baby girl.”
When he turns and leaves the room, he’s not even aware that he’d just caused my heart rate to double with that sweet kiss.
***
Ryker
Leaving Charlie in my room, I quickly shower and tug on a clean pair of boxer shorts. I prefer to sleep naked, but she may not be quite so cool with that.
Crawling into bed, I’m surprised to see she’s still awake. She rolls over, facing me in the dark. “Ryker?”
Hearing her whisper my name, while lying in my bed is a total mind fuck. I shouldn’t be here with her. I need to get out of this bed. I need to move to the couch. I need to stay here and just be close to her. I need to kiss her sweet lips. I need to touch her. Reaching out, I lay my hand on her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with my thumb. “Hmmmm?”
“Why are you helping me?” I blink in surprise, but before I can answer, she rushes on. “I mean, I know that you and Anna are … are whatever you are so, I get why you’d help her, but why me?”
I can’t contain the chuckle that escapes my throat. “Anna and I? Babe, Anna and I are nothing.”
“But … but you … she –“
“Your sisters a skank baby girl.” Her body stiffens, but I continue. “Just a warm body that’ll spread her legs for anyone.” I shake my head. “I’d never even met your sister before the other night, and I gotta say Charlie, I do not like her at all.”
She props herself up on her elbow, and I can see her cocked eyebrow in the moonlight. “Don’t like her?” Her voice is laced with disbelief. “You sure seemed to like her when she had her hand down your pants!”
Holding her gaze, I shake my head. “Nope. Not even then. I only followed her into that room because, honest to God Charlie, she looked a fuck of a lot like you.” I hear her surprised intake of breath. “I’m helping you because Krueger is a sick fuck, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna just step aside and let him have you. I’m helping Anna because she’s important to you, not to me. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
In the dim light streaming through the window, I watch her nose scrunch up in confusion. “But I thought … you and Anna? I thought you were together?”
“You thought wrong, baby girl. I didn’t even know her name ‘til you stormed in.” I give her cheek another stroke, bringing my face closer to hers. “You’re the reason I’m doing this. Not her.”
She swallows thickly. “Oh.”
I grin. She’s so goddamned cute.
She continues to whisper, “Do you really think he’ll leave me alone?”
Moving my hand to the back of her head, I pull her into me and press my lips to her forehead. “I’ll make sure of it, baby girl.”
She nods and looks up at me. Our faces are so fucking close. Her breaths fan across my lips, smelling like the mint toothpaste from my bathroom. Lowering my eyes, I stare at her full pouty lips just as her little pink tongue darts out to moisten them. I can easily imagine them wrapped around my cock. Her eyes are locked on my lips, her breaths coming more rapidly.
“Fuck it.” Using the hand at the back of her neck, I yank her face to mine, claiming her mouth with my own. She gasps. My body hums with electricity and my tongue darts forward, tasting her. Her floral scent surrounds me and my cock jumps to attention. Sliding her tongue along mine, she lets out a sexy little growl. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my body into hers.
Tilting my head, I deepen our kiss and wrap my arm around her tiny waist, bringing our bodies even closer. Hitching her leg up over my hip, she uses her foot to pull me into her. Bodies locked together, hearts pounding, we kiss like our lives depend on it. I swear it’s this moment that I become hers. My chest burns with an unfamiliar emotion. Sex for me has never been about emotion, but this … this is different. I feel something intense for her, and if my dick wasn’t screaming for attention, I would take the time to figure out what that something is.
I can’t stop. I need to feel her. Every single part of her. Running my hand down her back, I cup her tight, round ass. She moans into my mouth, grinding her hips into mine. I can’t contain the moan that escapes me. My heart pounds out of control as I grind my hips back against her. Reaching down with both hands, she grabs onto my ass, pulls me into her and rubs that sweet pussy over my boxer clad erection.
Fuck me. I feel like a fifteen year old boy. I’m so close to coming just from dry humping this girl, but I don’t even care – it feels so fucking good. I’ve fucked a lot of women over the years, all of them were too easy. They all begged for it but I always knew if I said no, they’d just go and find someone else’s cock to ride. Charlie’s different. I can almost taste her innocence. She’s nothing like the other women I’d been with.
Her hands roam up and down my back as she continues to grind against me. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties and my old AC/DC t-shirt. Those panties are soaked, her wetness coming right through the material of my boxers, driving me fucking crazy. Reaching my hand up her shirt, I palm her tit, rubbing my thumb quickly back and forth over the hard peak of her nipple. My other hand on her hip, I guide her body as we continue to grind against one another. Breathing heavily, she lets out a moan from deep in her throat. I know she’s about to come. Fuck. I’m close too. I pinch her nipple, hard. Her breath catches in her throat, and she’s done for. She screams out my name, her body shaking with her release. So fucking hot.
Her hips still, then she’s reaching down the front of my shorts, grasping my aching cock. My breath hitches and her eyes pierce mine as she runs her thumb over the tip, collecting the little bead of pre-come sitting there. I can’t tear my eyes from hers. Just when I think she’s going to stroke me, she pulls her hand away. I growl in protest, but she stops me before I can move. Looking me right in the eye, she pulls her thumb deep into her mouth. Sucking it slowly, she closes her eyes and moans. Watching her, it takes everything I have not to come in my pants. “Fucking Christ, baby.” Charlie is a naughty girl after all.
Opening her eyes, she looks into mine once again, running her tongue along her lower lip. She reaches back into my pants and slowly strokes my cock. It’s my turn to close my eyes. Fucking heaven. She only strokes me about five times before I feel the familiar tightening in my spine. White hot pleasure builds in my groin. My orgasm takes over and I call out her name, pumping roughly into her hand. “Jesus fuck.”
Fifteen year old boy or not, that was one of the hottest fucking things that’s ever happened to me. A hand job from this woman beats the hell out of every threesome and foursome I’d ever participated in. Charlie removes her hand and smiles at me. Her smile causes my heart to stutter in my chest. Smiling back at her, I lean in and kiss her sweet mouth. Pulling back, I look into her eyes, and flooded with emotion, I lean in again, giving her a peck on the nose.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” Climbing out of bed, I go to the bathroom to get a wet cloth.