by Lane Hart
Before I have a chance to respond, Danny’s voice sounds in my ear. I forgot I was still holding the phone when he says, “Okay, I’m back.”
“Roman?” Charlotte asks.
“Ah, you decide,” I tell her.
“Decide what? I thought you wanted the names and addresses,” Danny says, his tone one of frustration.
“Sorry, I do want the names and addresses,” I agree, picking up my pen again and positioning it over the paper. Glancing up at Charlotte’s face, I try to read what’s going on with her while I tell Danny, "Go ahead. I’m ready.”
Apparently, Charlotte thinks I’m talking to her, because she sinks down to her knees and reaches for my belt buckle.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” I whisper to her.
“Give me a second, Roman. I’m running on two hours of sleep,” Danny grumpily mutters into my ear, assuming I’m talking to him. Charlotte, on the other hand, doesn’t answer me. Her fingers just continue undoing my belt and then my jeans, pulling my zipper down while I stare down at her in complete and utter shock.
“The first one is for Hessler’s Flooring Company in New Bern,” Danny says followed by numbers, a few letters, maybe a road thrown in there. Hard to recall because my achingly long, hard cock is being freed from its prison in my jeans by Charlotte’s small hand. As if in slow motion, her darker than normal blue eyes stare up at me as her mouth opens wide, and then her hot, wet tongue is coating the underside of my Johnson.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as my eyes slam shut from the incredible sensation that feels so foreign and yet so familiar at the same damn time.
“What?” Danny asks, reminding me I’m still on a call with him.
Since Charlotte has removed her mouth to try and tug my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs a little lower, I lift my hips and ask him to repeat the information that I quickly jot down on the paper. He’s halfway through the information for the second vehicle when Charlotte’s tongue licks the crown of my cock and the tip of the pen presses down so hard on the page it leaves a gouge in the wooden table.
“More. Please,” I look down and beg Charlotte when her mouth retreats. While watching me, she runs the tip of her tongue around and around my rim before brushing it over my slit to lap up the drops of pre-cum.
“So, the third one…” Danny starts, but I quickly interrupt him.
“H-how about you just email me this shit?” I ask him in rush.
“What? Why? We’re almost finished now. Just one more to go,” he huffs.
He gives me more letters and numbers that I scribble down on the page. The paper looks like I wrote it all with my left hand while it was shaking, because now I am thanks to Charlotte, who is no longer teasing with her tongue. Her mouth is covering several inches and sucking hard before she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan as my hips leave the chair and I toss the pen down to grab the back of her head to cup it as it bobs faster and faster.
“You got all that?” Danny asks.
“Yes!” I gasp.
“Okay, good. I’ll call when I know more.”
“Please! Fuck! Thank you!” I exclaim to him and Charlotte both. I slam the phone down on the table without even bothering to see if the call is ended before I yank Charlotte up onto my lap to get my mouth on hers that’s been driving me crazy.
“Did you…enjoy that?” she asks against my lips. I grasp her face in my palms to keep myself from slamming her hips down on my cock and fucking a hole through her panties.
“Mmm,” I moan as her fingers reach down between us and fist my still wet dick. Fuck, I want her to ride it.
“I bet…you would enjoy it more…if you actually got to…finish,” she gasps between my demanding kiss as she starts to stroke me in her tight fist.
And while I would rather finish by pounding my cock inside of Charlotte so hard she screams my name, I’ll take whatever I can get from her.
I break our kiss to throw my head back when I get so close the muscles in my thighs and stomach tighten.
“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to slam your tight little pussy down on my hard cock last night?” I choke out. “Right now? Every second I’m fucking near you?”
Charlotte’s knees on either side of my outer thighs squeeze suddenly, telling me she’s just as affected and wants me as much as I want her. But we’re taking shit slow and her mouth just made it all worth the wait since I’m about to come so hard I may black out.
Her fist keeps pumping as Charlotte leans forward, pressing her tits right against my chest. Then her mouth leaves mine to lick and suck her way up the side of my neck, making me feel the wet suction all the way down to my heavy balls. When her tongue makes her way to my ear, she whispers, “Come for me, Roman,” and I erupt like a geyser in her hand.
“Holy shit!” I shout as the pleasurable tremors finally come to an end, and I stop bucking wildly in my chair. “What did I do…to deserve that…so I can do it again?” I pant.
“You’ve done so much,” Charlotte says as she tucks my spent dick back into my jeans and wipes the mess on her palm on my boxer briefs. “You’ve helped Tessa and the other women with the financial burden of getting counseling, and you’ve never stopped trying to track down the people responsible. And last night, you took care of me without asking for anything in return, so I thought it was finally time for you to be rewarded for all the things you do for other people.” Zipping up my jeans, she says, “It’s the least I could do until I’m ready to do other things with you.”
“You mean until we…have fun together?” I ask.
“Right. Have fun,” she replies. “And based on what we’ve done already, I have no doubt that it will exceed all expectations.”
“I agree,” I tell her. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Roman,” Charlotte says before she climbs off my lap and straightens her dress. “So, are you ready to come home?”
Wincing, I tell her, “Not yet. In fact, I may be in late tonight because I want to follow up with the owners of the vehicles Danny traced to the…kidnappers.”
“Oh, well, yeah, you should definitely do that,” she agrees.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” I assure her. “Will you be okay alone? Do you want me to send one of the guys over to stay with you?”
“No, I’ll be fine,” she says with a wave of her hand that I don’t totally buy. God, she’s as stubborn as I am.
“I’ll have Conrad hang around just to be safe,” I tell her when I kiss her lips. “And thank you, for earlier.”
“You’re welcome,” Charlotte says with a smile. “Now go and get your business done and come home.”
I start to tell her how much I love hearing her call my place home, but refrain. We’re taking things slow, not just the sex but everything, which definitely includes not asking her to move in with me just yet.
Chapter Seventeen
Charlotte
Roman was gone before I woke up this morning; and without him there to wake me up, I slept longer than I meant too. He doesn’t usually sneak out without saying goodbye or leaving a note, although I do vaguely remember him saying something about having to be somewhere early this morning before I fell asleep last night. It’s crazy, but I miss him when he’s gone, even though I know I’ll see him later in the day. The man is a machine. He’s been working his ass off all day, every day trying to find the men who hurt Tessa while still handling all of his normal business workload. Roman is amazing, unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. He’s constantly trying to help others, and the protector vibe he puts off is incredibly hot.
After I catch up with some emails from work on my laptop, I get a shower and drive over to see Tessa.
I can tell something is off with my best friend as soon as I find her in the sunroom. She’s staring out the window too intently, not like she’s looking at something out there, but as though she’s lost in her own head. Something is wrong, because she never looks so di
straught. Even through the trauma she’s experienced, she’s been incredibly upbeat and optimistic during our visits.
“Hey girl,” I say as I approach, causing her to jump half out of her seat.
“Oh! Hey,” Tessa replies with a forced smile before she settles down, her fingers clutching the armrests of the chair tightly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” Tessa replies, which I know is a lie. She’s not fine. Weeks here with the best psychiatrist money can buy won’t make her fine. Time won’t make her fine. She’ll never be fine again, and I hate that so much it makes me nauseous.
“Having a rough day?” I ask.
“No. Why do you say that?” she says when she retakes her seat.
“You seem a little on edge is all,” I tell her.
“Oh, well, I didn’t expect you today since you didn’t come with Roman.”
“Roman?” I repeat.
“Yeah, you just missed him.”
“Roman was here?” I ask in confusion. “Visiting you?”
“Yeah. Well, not really ‘visiting.’ He and Verek came with a sketch artist.”
“They did what?” I exclaim.
“A sketch artist. You know, like the guy who draws someone based on their description…”
“I know what a sketch artist is. I’m just so sorry that he brought one to see you and asked you… I told him it wasn’t a good idea!”
“It’s fine, Charlotte. No need to get upset.”
“You’re obviously upset now, jumping when I walked up and staring off into space, and that’s Roman’s fault!”
“He said all of us could give the description to finally catch the bastards,” Tessa explains. “Although, I should probably check on the other girls…see how they’re holding up after…”
“After reliving a nightmare?” I offer.
“It wasn’t that bad,” she huffs.
“Tessa, I’m so sorry he had you talk about all that. I know you don’t like to, and I never wanted you to have to try and remember details.”
“Hopefully, something I remembered will help find one of the men, and that’ll lead to the others,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders that are leaner than ever before. I bet she’s lost ten pounds or more over the past two weeks. She was already trying to get thin as a rail for the wedding.
“Roman is going to get an earful from me tonight!” I assure her.
“Go easy on him, Charlotte. The man is trying to help.”
“He went too far, though.”
“Maybe. Maybe he hasn’t gone far enough,” she replies as she gets to her feet. “I hate to cut our time short, but I really better go check on the other girls, see how they’re holding up.”
“Sure, of course,” I agree. “I’ll see you tomorrow. First thing.”
“Sounds good,” Tessa says as she wraps me up in a quick hug and then lets me go. “Bye, Charlotte.”
“Bye,” I reply as she hurries out of the room.
Roman
“What the hell were you thinking?” Charlotte bellows when she bursts into our Kings’ meeting and interrupts. I really should put a lock on that door to not only keep her out, but because lately this room has become the place where Charlotte and I fool around every night. Not at my house or in my bed, but here in the clubhouse in my chair. For a week now, we’ve been dry humping and giving hand jobs like high school kids. And while touching her and getting off is both fun, I want more.
No, I need more and so does Charlotte, if she wasn’t too stubborn to finally give in and stop acting like she’s cheating on her husband with me. Both of our emotions are running high, and I had a feeling that today might end in an argument.
No, I was certain this afternoon would be explosive, causing friction between Charlotte and me. Still, I felt it needed to be done, though, and I stand by that. None of the owners of the stolen vehicles could provide us with descriptions of the suspects. No, we had to get them from the only people who have seen their faces. Therefore, I will not have this hard-headed woman come into my meeting and chew me out.
“Get out,” I say through clenched teeth. Half of the nine men at the table automatically get to their feet, casting confused looks at each other. “I was talking to Charlotte,” I clarify.
She scoffs, and then her face turns bright red before she crosses her arms over her chest. I know what she’s going to say before the word leaves her sexy lips. “No.”
I slam my palm on the table so hard it’ll sting for days, making her jump. “Now, Charlotte!”
At least that reaction she respects. In fact, she reaches for the door handle and pulls it closed silently.
“You’re gonna pay for that later,” Winston mutters.
“No, she is gonna pay for that later,” I grit out. “Now, where were we?”
“Um, I was saying that…” Leo mumbles something I can’t hear at the head of the table.
Knowing that if I yell at him, he will wilt, I take a deep breath to calm myself. Leo is a good guy, and he maintains the clubhouse spotlessly. He can be as fierce as his namesake in a fight; but for some reason, speaking in front of the group gives him so much anxiety he squeaks like a mouse. “Say again a little louder, Leo. I’m afraid I got my blood up and it’s pounding in my ears!”
“Sorry, prez,” Leo says a bit louder. “I was just letting you know that I was able to work with our distributor and negotiate a deal on a bulk purchase of some top shelf liquor. We’re going to come in under budget for the next few months on alcohol. I wanted to ask the table if you want to keep prices steady to make more profit, or if you wanted to start the busy season off with a bang by hosting some big shindigs and pouring out some cheap drinks.”
“Damn, Leo,” Cannon snorts. “That might be the best fucking question you ever asked at this table. I second the shindigs. Let’s pass some savings on to our tourist friends and lure them into the club. We’ll make up for cutting prices just in the amount we’ll sell and turn a profit either way; right, Verek?”
“Sure,” Verek says absently, still despondent after our meeting with the sketch artist and the women this morning.
“What do you think, gentlemen?” I ask the table. “I love a party as much as the next man, and I love the busy season more than most. I trust Leo and Verek’s business sense too. If they say party, I’m all in. Let me hear the yeas.”
The rest of the table slaps their palms down and roar “Yay!”
“Any nays?” I ask, receiving only silence in return.
“All right, Verek, work with Leo on the specifics, and then you have authority to grab anyone you need to make this the best season opening rager we’ve ever thrown. Well, amend that, anyone but me,” I add. “Just make damned sure you go heavy on security. Call in nearby Kings’ chapters if you need to; but if there is another goddamned kidnapping, I’ll shut this town down until we burn those fucking bastards out. Now, if no one has any updates on that front….” I pause and wait to see if anyone chimes in with any new information. When my men are silent, I continue. “Any other business?” I ask the guys, whose only response is to cast a few nervous glances over at the door. We all know Charlotte is waiting just outside. “Come on, she’s already angry. May as well make her wait a little longer.”
There are a few chuckles around the room, but still no one speaks.
“Fine.” Picking up the gavel, I lightly tap it on the table. “Meeting adjourned.”
“Want me to send her in?” Nolan asks when he gets to his feet and I lean back in my chair.
“Like she’s gonna wait for an invitation?” I reply with a grin.
Sure enough, when I glance over at the open doorway as the men file out, I can see the top of her blonde head waiting just on the other side.
“Good luck, prez,” Winston replies before he leaves. As the last one out, Winston waits for Charlotte to slip inside before shutting the door behind her. I don’t even think she noticed.
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nbsp; “How dare you,” she seethes, arms crossed over her chest. She doesn’t yell, which I take as a good sign. “I told you she couldn’t handle being asked questions about those men and neither could the other women!”
“Tessa and the girls all did great. We’ve posted the photos on social media and even shared them with the police.”
“She was a mess when I went to see her,” Charlotte says. That makes my spine cringe, because I didn’t do it to hurt her.
“Do you want me to find these men or not?” I ask her when I get to my feet.
“There are other ways…”
“Do you want me to find them or not?” I repeat.
“Yes,” she answers softly.
“Then stop second-guessing me! And don’t you dare raise your voice at me again in my clubhouse, in my chapel, in front of my men! Do you understand me, Charlotte?”
“But…” she starts, and I grab her jaw to stop her. As soon as my flesh touches hers, she surrenders, her shoulders drop and her body sags. “I was out of line...”
“Yeah, you were,” I tell her as I brush my lips over hers, causing hers to part and her tongue to lick them when I don’t make contact. “And I’m sorry if my decision was hard on Tessa. But you and I both know that without descriptions, we don’t have shit, right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes, what?” I ask.
“Yes…sir?” she offers quietly.
“Now,” I tell her as I slide my fingers from her jaw down to her throat and walk her backwards until her shoulder blades hit the wall. “I want to hear your verbal apology over and over again until I know you mean it.”
My fingers trail over her breasts, cupping one before going lower, under her dress where I tease a finger along the front waistband of her panties before dragging them down her legs. As they go, so do I until I’m kneeling in front of her. I fist the fabric of her dress to lift it out of the way and look up at her.
“Well?” I ask.
Charlotte not so subtly widens her stance. “Please?” she asks.
