Chapter Thirteen
Charlotte
At eleven o’clock, my shift ends and I walk out of the building to see Jase leaning up against his bike, looking like every woman’s dream man. He’s breathtaking. His blond hair is a little scruffy and his muscles are bunched up where his arms cross his chest.
Jeremy walks out behind me. “Friend of yours?” He nods to Jase and looks at me, confused. I know why. I’m a good girl. It’s completely outside my normal routine to hang out with bikers.
Smiling, I try to act like this is normal and say, “Yeah. He’s my ride.”
Jeremy grasps my elbow gently, turning me to face him. “Charlie, if you ever need a ride, you know I’ll give you one, right?”
I smile up at him and nod. “Sure. Thanks Jer. I’ll keep that in mind.” I turn towards Jase, but don’t miss the frown on Jeremy’s face.
Jase stands as I approach, and I can’t help but grin. He’s the only King besides Ryker that does not scare the shit out of me. He always has a sexy smile on his face that makes my panties melt just a little bit. “Hi Jase.”
“Charles,” he drawls.
I wrinkle my nose. “Charles?” That’s a new one for me, but he says it with such affection, I instantly decide I kind of like it.
He nods, his grin getting wider, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Yup.”
“Charles it is then,” I say on a laugh. Jase climbs onto his bike. I approach and take the helmet he’s holding out to me. “So, where to, handsome?”
“Handsome?” Laughter laces his voice, but he maintains a straight face. Grinning at him, I nod. “I like it. You will call me this from now on.” He winks at me before continuing. “You’re going to Ryker’s house. Tease is going to meet us there and stay with you ‘til Ryk gets home.”
I nod but I’m a little confused. “Why isn’t Tease just taking me home then? He’s been here my entire shift.”
“Awe, Charles. I’m hurt. You’d rather ride with Tease? You crushin’ on my boy?”
I pause in my struggle with the helmet strap, my eyes widening even though I know he’s joking. “Um, no. Honestly? Tease scares the shit out of me.” I giggle, sounding nervous to my own ears. Truthfully though, Tease and I have developed a kind of comfortable silence. He’s still scary as hell, but there have been a few times now, where I’ve caught him almost smiling when I handed him a cup of coffee, or brought him out something to eat. He spent a lot of time just sitting around waiting for me. It’s the least I can do.
Jase chuckles. “Yeah, Tease ain’t real friendly. You’re ridin’ with me ‘cause I’m way more bad ass than him. Nobody would dare fuck with you while you’re with me. And I provide the eye candy you need at the end of a long night.”
“Ah. I see,” I deadpan. “I’m not sure about the badass thing though. His muscles are much bigger than yours.” I struggle to keep a straight face.
“The fuck you say?” He reaches out to tighten the strap on my helmet. “Women have killed each other to touch these guns. Tease is a fuckin’ pussy.”
I laugh, grabbing his wide shoulders to steady myself as I climb onto his bike. “Whatever you say, handsome.”
Jase grunts then tears off out of the parking lot. We arrive at Ryker’s house before I know it, finding Tease already sitting on the front step. Jase looks back and forth between the two of us, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. Rolling my eyes, I chuckle softly.
“Thanks for the ride, Jase.”
“Anytime, Charles.” He gives me a wink. “Sleep well, lady.” With that, he drives off.
I climb the stairs, smiling politely at Tease as I pass. In return, he gives me a chin lift then looks away.
After making myself a sandwich and washing it down with a glass of milk, I remember to text Ryker.
Me: I’m home.
A few minutes later, with still no reply, I ready myself for bed. Just as I climb between the sheets, my phone chimes with an incoming text.
Ryker: K
Hmmmm. Not very chatty. I send him another.
Me: This phone is great. I love it.
I fall asleep waiting for his reply.
***
Ryker
I read Charlie’s text for what has to be the fifteenth time, trying to remind myself why I can’t answer her. I can’t stop thinking about her. Reaper was right though; being with her would make me vulnerable, and that’s not a risk myself, or my brothers, can afford to take, not to mention, it will put her in danger. As a member of the Kings, I have a lot of enemies. Charlie would provide the perfect target to ruin me. It makes matters worse when I remember back to this morning, when I was balls deep inside that tight as fuck pussy of hers. Ignoring her now is a total dick move, but it’s the only thing I can do.
Stuffing the phone into my pocket, I turn and take another swig of beer. Lucy appears out of nowhere, standing beside me. “Hi, Ryker.”
I swallow down my beer, and my annoyance. It’s not Lucy’s fault I’m in a shit mood. I look around me and take in the clubhouse. I’m sitting at the polished, but beaten wood bar, on a red, fake leather bar stool. The room holds several similarly beaten wood tables with mismatched chairs, along with a few tattered leather couches. There are three pool tables, and a few dart boards along the far side of the room, where several of my brothers are drinking, laughing and having a good time. There are other whores scattered throughout the room, hanging onto some of the guys, looking to get laid. Lucy is just playing her part, but tonight, I’m not in the mood.
“Not tonight, Luce.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve blown her off, but she never seems to get the message. She smiles, her thick makeup cracking a little around the corners of her eyes. Moving forward, she presses her tits into my arm. “Oh, poor Ryker. You need a little cheering up, baby?” She moves to caress my hair, but I stop her before she touches me, grasping her wrist tightly.
“Bitch, go! I said not tonight!” She narrows her eyes, looking pissed, but she doesn’t argue. Pulling away, she yanks her wrist out of my grip with a glare.
“Whatever.” She turns and stalks away, stopping at Reaper and dragging her finger down his chest. Skank.
Just then, Jase comes through the door, a wicked grin on his face. He smirks when he sees me, coming to sit on the stool next to mine. He orders a beer from the prospect working the bar before he turns to me.
“Charlie’s at your place.” I nod and take another swig of my beer. “She’s a nice girl.” I nod again, but don’t look at him. “Ya know, anytime you want me to drive her anywhere, just let me know.” My eyes shoot to his, only to see him grinning from ear to ear. “What?” He chuckles. “I never turn down the opportunity to have a gorgeous woman press her tits into my back.”
My eyes narrow and I turn to him, staying silent. Hearing him talk about Charlie’s tits is testing what little patience I have. He’s not done. “When you’re done with her, mind if I give her a go?”
“You’ll stay the fuck away from her.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, my voice shaking with anger. I know he’s teasing me, but the thought of Jase fucking Charlie makes me want to beat the fuck out of him.
Jase laughs. “Fuckin’ Ryker, never did want to share your toys. Charles is cool shit. If you don’t want her, leave her to me. I’d love a shot at a bitch like her.”
I leap off of my stool and get in his face, wrapping my hand around his throat and squeezing tightly. “Leave her. The. Fuck. Alone. Charlie is not for you.” It takes everything I have not to punch the smirking bastard in the face.
Jase’s face loses his smirk when I grab his throat, but he doesn’t move. He glares right back at me, eyes full of challenge. “You wanna back the fuck off me, brother?”
“Just stay away from Charlie.” I give his throat one last squeeze before releasing him and taking a step back.
“You need to calm your fucking tits, man. I was just bustin’ your balls. What the fuck’s your problem anyway?” If Jase wasn’t my best friend, I wouldn’t see the hurt in his eyes, but I am, so I know that my anger wounded him. Jase grew up in the MC right along with me, and we’d been through a lot together. We’d never had an argument before this shit started. I’d feel kind of bad for fighting with him, but that fucker was talking about taking a shot at Charlie, and that wasn’t fucking cool.
I sigh and sit back down on my bar stool, taking a long pull from my beer. “Look, just stay away from her. Once this shit with the Devils is finished, she’ll go back to her life, and we need to let her do that without adding our own shit to the pile.”
Jase shakes his head. “I don’t get it. You fuckin’ like her. I mean, you must. You just tried to choke me out because I talked about her tits. Why don’t you just take a shot at her yourself?”
I look at him and smirk. “Since when are you Dr. fucking Phil? My reasons are my own and none of your concern. End of story. Now, you need a pap smear, or do you want another fucking beer?”
Jase grins and grabs one from the prospect. “All I’m sayin’ is that Charlie’s cool shit. She’d be good for you.” I narrow my eyes at him and he holds his hands up in surrender. “That’s all. Now drink your fuckin’ beer and let’s go play a round of pool.”