Family Ties

by KB Winters

  Charlie looked around the rest stop and asked, “Where? They’re all over there at the diner. No one will see us.”

  I slid my pants off, leaving my soaking wet panties on. Just in case. Next thing I knew, both thumbs were inside my panties, rubbing simultaneous circles on my clit. He swallowed my gasp and chuckled against my mouth, his thumbs bringing me closer and closer to the edge. And then they were gone.

  “What the fuck?” Charlie smiled, and I pushed to get away from him, feeling stupid that he was just playing games with me. But his grip was tight, and I couldn’t go anywhere.

  “Charlie.”

  “I’m right here, Savannah.” His grip loosened but I couldn’t move, not when with one quick move, he hooked a finger in my panties and slid them to one side, sliding two fingers, achingly slow, into my drenched pussy. “I want you to ride my fingers. Fuck yourself to orgasm.”

  I blinked at his dirty words. “But, what about you?”

  “Don’t worry, we’ll get to me.” His voice was thick with need and I could still feel how hard he was under me, but his fingers spread apart inside me and I bucked against him.

  “Yeah, that’s better. Ride my hand, Savannah. You know you want to.”

  I couldn’t resist the challenge he presented and my hips started to roll, sending his fingers deeper into me. I felt full and excited, and when his thumb pressed down on my clit, I groaned in his face. He was watching me. Intently. I felt like a fucking single-cell organism with only one purpose, to seek pleasure. My own pleasure.

  In that moment, it was all about me. All about my pleasure and that turned me on even more. My clit trembled and vibrated with excitement as my hips rolled in circles, ramping up my arousal which shouldn’t have even been fucking possible.

  “Charlie,” I gasped out as my pussy started to clench around his fingers.

  “Fuck my hand, Savannah. Show me how you liked to get fucked.”

  His words stopped me cold. How did I like to get fucked? I didn’t know, not really. I was no virgin, but no one had ever asked me how I liked to get fucked. Even before the Black Jacks, sex had always been about the guy and his needs. Not mine.

  “Savannah?”

  I blinked and looked at Charlie and the confusion and concern in his now silver gaze. His fingers wiggled inside me and he added just a bit more pressure to my clit. My hips bucked again.

  “I’m good,” I assured him and reached between us to grab his wrist, holding it just so while I ground against him. I bounced on his fingers, sending them deeper and deeper until my breaths came out in short, sharp pants.

  I rode Charlie’s hand hard and fast, my gaze fixed on the in and out motion of his fingers, the sheen on those fingers whenever the moonlight found us was more than enough to push me over the edge.

  “Ahhhh shit!” My grip on his wrist tightened as pleasure shot out of my body. I convulsed and bucked up against his hand, those small moves amplifying and prolonging my pleasure. “Oh!”

  Charlie smiled up at me like I was a thing of wonder. Like I’d surprised him in some way. “So that’s what you like, huh?”

  I nodded, still struggling to suck oxygen into my lungs. “Oh God, yes. I guess it is.”

  “Good to know.” He flashed a hot grin and gently pulled his fingers from my body, licking one finger and then the other with a groan.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped because it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen. Another wave of arousal swept through me and I pressed down on his cock with my body, letting out a low guttural moan.

  “Fuck,” he bit out and smacked my ass as he stood with me in his arms. Charlie went to one end of the table and set me on it, taking a step back so there was some space between our bodies, but not a lot. He slipped a finger inside me again, using his free hand to shove his pants down and release his cock.

  “Charlie,” I gasped at the sight of his cock. It wasn’t just beautiful, pink and thick in the moonlight, it was rock hard and throbbing. For me.

  I reached to out to slide a finger over the bead of moisture gathered at his slit, bringing it to my mouth to suck it off. He groaned.

  So did I.

  And then his cock invaded my body, slowly at first, but he was big and my pussy pulsed and clamped down around him, squeezing with every inch as he sank into me. For a brief moment, when his cock reached its limit, my body went still and so did his. “You all right?”

  I looked up into gray eyes, lit to silver by the matching sliver of moonlight that slashed across his face. “Yeah,” I smiled. “I’m all right.”

  A relieved smile stretched across his face and Charlie leaned, one hand slid through my hair and pulled me closer until our foreheads touched, his other hand gripped one hip and pulled me to the edge of the table and slowly, his cock slid farther and farther away. “Charlie,” I groaned in warning and a second later his cock slammed into me, hard and deep. “Oh, fuck!”

  He smiled and let out a low groan, performing the move over and over until I trembled against his body. My arms scrambled to find something to hold on to, finding only his broad shoulders.

  “So. Fucking. Wet.” He said around a grimace of pleasure.

  I smiled at his words, at the passionate way they left his mouth. “That’s all you, Mr. President.”

  “Ah, fuck.” His hips moved faster, sinking his cock deeper and deeper until it felt like we were one being. Hard and deep. That was how he fucked me, his gaze on mine to make sure I was still enjoying it, but the truth was I didn’t think a word existed to describe how much I enjoyed it.

  “Oh God, Charlie!” His cock expanded inside of me and that was all I needed before liquid flooded my body. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of me was almost indecent. But I didn’t give a damn. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips forward, eager for every stroke of pleasure he pounded into my body, and he pounded good.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  Deep.

  I could barely catch my breath between strokes and then it was there, my orgasm ripped to the surface and I shook violently, hanging on to him for dear life as pleasure threatened to carry me away.

  “Shit,” he growled and gripped me tighter as my pussy clenched hard and fast around him. “Oh fuck, Vannah!”

  His hips moved lightning fast, pounding hard and deep, hungry, until his body tightened with tension and then loosened as pleasure shot out of him and straight into me.

  “Fuck. Oh fuck.” He said the words over and over, hips moving ever slower as if he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough of me.

  I fell backwards against the table, a move that sent his cock surging as deep as it could go, ripping a groan from both of us. “Charlie, that was…holy fuck.” I still couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t stop smiling either. I had never had sex like that before, never been fucked like that before, and I definitely never, ever, had more than one orgasm in a night. Not with another person, anyway.

  “You okay?”

  “I am more than okay, Charlie. I’m blown away. I’m relaxed for the first time in months. Bet I could come again too.”

  One black brow arched up at the moment his cock slipped from my body. “Yeah? I’m willing to test that theory if you are.”

  I stared at his semi-erect dick skeptically and he laughed. “Your dick is fantastic, but I’m not sure it’s magic.”

  He laughed again. “Fantastic, huh?” His chest puffed out with masculine pride and two fingers slid up and down my opening, taking his jizz as it leaked out of me and rubbing it against my clit.

  “Fantastic,” he said again and slid two fingers deep, fucking me with them like a jackhammer. All I could do was lie back and take it, crying and then shouting my pleasure.

  The third orgasm was raw and intense. I humped at his hand like a hungry little puppy. I didn’t give a damn, not when he leaned over and sucked my clit so hard, he pulled a fourth orgasm from me.

  I lie there limp, damn near lifeless, with the biggest, goofiest grin
on my face. “Wow. Fantastic.”

  Charlie pulled up his pants and helped me get my jeans back on. I straightened up my clothes before he grabbed my hand, walking past the diner a little taller as we made our way back to his bike. We made the long trip back to his place, and I wasn’t afraid to say the vibrations of his bike had me on edge.

  We cruised in relaxed silence, and once inside, we went straight to bed.

  His bed.

  Where we stayed for the rest of the night.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Charlie

  “Oh, fuck!” My hips bucked as my cock spilled down Savannah’s throat as the shower rained down on us, barely lukewarm after forty minutes of water play.

  “Okay. No more.”

  Savannah stood smiling, ignoring the beat of the shower against her back. “You tapping out on me?”

  I loved that her smile came so easily, and her smile was just for me. Since Sunday night at the park, she hadn’t left my bed. She hadn’t wanted to, and I didn’t want her to, so that was where she stayed. All night. Every night. I couldn’t get enough of her and she felt the same. It was crazy.

  “I have to.”

  Her lips pushed out into a fake pout as she poured body wash into her palm and washed my cock like I was some fucking king.

  “That’s a compliment I’ll happily take,” she told me and shut off the water.

  “I need to get to the clubhouse.” It was already Thursday, and I’d pushed back the Wednesday meeting because I couldn’t bring myself to leave her body, or our bed. There was so much fucking club business to discuss, and I couldn’t put it off any longer.

  “Heavy is the head,” she said on a sigh and stepped out of the shower, disappointed but accepting as she wrapped a towel around her body, hiding those delicious curves that had finally filled all the way out. “You better get going,” she said and left me alone with my thoughts.

  I dressed quickly and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth that promised more, later, and hauled ass to the clubhouse. I was the President now and just because I could do what I wanted; it didn’t feel right to just fuck off because I could.

  I found Cross and Max first, standing out back smoking while they talked quietly. “Hey guys, what’s up?”

  Cross flashed a knowing smile, and Max scowled at me. “Good of you to join us.”

  “Been busy,” I said nonchalantly just as Jameson walked up to meet us. “What’s your problem?”

  Cross barked out a laugh. “He’s just pissed that today is the day Jameson leaves for the police academy.” He clapped my brother on the back with a proud smile. “You ready to become The Man?”

  Jameson flashed a proud smile. “I’ve always been the man, now it’ll be official. And I might be able to keep you motherfuckers out of jail.”

  Shit, how did I forget that this was Jameson’s last day in town for weeks?

  “Damn, this day came faster than I thought it would.”

  We’d talked about it and I gave my brother my blessing to go off and do what he felt he needed to be happy and fulfilled and all that shit. Still, I wasn’t ready for him to go.

  I punched his arm like we were kids again and said, “I can’t believe I’ll have to go weeks without looking at your ugly mug.”

  He laughed and batted his eyelashes in my face. “Be grateful, you get to be the handsome one for the next ten weeks. Then I’ll be back and you’ll just be Prez.”

  “Dick.” I said, enjoying these last few minutes before things changed. Again.

  “The biggest.” Jameson stared at Dad and Cross, and then me. “You got a minute?”

  “Yeah, for you, I got two.”

  He produced an envelope and held it out to me. “This is what I could find on Mueller. There’s some shit not right with it, but I didn’t have time to dig deeper. He might use a false identity, but I’d check with Jag or Wilder if you want more intel.”

  “Thanks, man. Good luck down at the cop shop.”

  Jameson flashed a familiar smile and pulled me in for a hug. “Good luck leading these fuckers. You’re gonna need it. I’m a call away if you need anything, brother. Anything.”

  “That’s my line.”

  “I’m younger and faster, deal with it.” He gave a nod and a wave to Dad and Cross, sliding behind the wheel of his new red two-door dad-mobile, and drove away for what felt like the last time.

  I tucked the envelope away, along with uncomfortable thoughts about my brother leaving. Big boys didn’t cry, but they could sure feel like shit at times. I shoved that emotion away and went back to the older men who’d taught me everything I knew. But while I was out front with Jameson, something had changed. I checked the concern written all over Max first and then Cross. “What’s with the worried looks?”

  “We found Gemma. And Aries.” Our girls who’d been missing for too long now. Cross wore a grim expression and instantly my attention focused in on every little detail. He wasn’t just worried, it shook him up.

  “Gemma is dead. Beaten and raped, mouth split ear to ear. Aries is alive, but she’s in a coma. Jacks carved into her torso and legs.”

  “Fuck.” That was a fucking message as clear as day. “Where?”

  Cross pinched the bridge of his nose like he had an ache deep inside. “Mel found them this morning by Bungalow Nine. Dumped right behind the building next to the dumpster.”

  “We got someone with Mel?” Cross nodded. “Covering the Bungalow for the rest of the week?”

  “Yeah.”

  “All of this happened while you were MIA,” Max accused. “Where the fuck were you, Charlie?”

  “Busy.” I might have avoided the clubhouse, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t doing my goddamn job. “There’s more to club business than this clubhouse, or have you forgotten?” Max was my father, but right now he was my soldier, and I wouldn’t have him, or anyone, questioning my loyalty to this fucking MC.

  He nodded. “Figured you were with the Rhymer chick.”

  “She’s staying with me, yeah. What does that have to do with what happened to Gemma or Aries?” I didn’t wait for an answer because I was no longer a fucking kid who needed to explain my every waking move to my old man.

  And it felt weird.

  Maybe even a little disrespectful.

  Cross sighed and took a strategic step forward between me and Max.

  “He thinks what happened to our girls is connected to you having Savannah Rhymer.”

  Of course he did. It was a serious accusation; one he’d need to back up with proof. “The only way they could know that would be if someone from this MC told them. I don’t think that happened, Max. Do you?”

  “No, but goddammit, what are the odds?”

  “Ashby and I killed Brendan; that could be enough. You think these fuckers give a shit about our girls? Look how they treat their own.” I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair. “Stop trying to make everything about Savannah just because you’re pissed off that I’m not doing what you want. The Jacks and Crusaders have plenty of reasons to fuck with us.”

  My phone buzzed, and I glanced down at the message from Jasper.

  “Jacks struck too close to home. Midnight Mass. Noon.”

  I repeated the words to Max and Cross, glaring at them both. “You two ready to do some work or you want to sit here and keep telling me how I’m fucking up as Prez?”

  “That’s not what we’re saying, Charlie.”

  That was what I heard, though. “Where’s Golden Boy?”

  “With Mel. You know he has a soft spot for the old girl.” Mel had visited him in prison every week and welcomed him back even when he was a surly asshole.

  “Let’s go then.” I took the ride over to Midnight Mass to clear my mind of all the doubts that had seeped in after just a few minutes with Dad and Cross. I wished I had a minute to call Savannah, to hear her call me Mr. President and remind me that this was my MC now. But I didn’t, so those naked words in my memory would have to be enough.

/>   The place was empty when we walked in to the normally bustling pub and restaurant. I saw Terry first at the bar, a reluctant grin on his face.

  “That was quick. Drink?” He held up a bottle of Velvet Fire.

  “Sure. Thanks,” I said, sidling up next to Virgil standing at the bar. “We were already dealing with similar club shit when Jasper’s text came through. Where is he?”

  “In back,” Virgil said and thumbed toward the office. “Chewing Cal’s ass about some shit with Bonnie. Again. He’ll be up in a second.”

  I nodded and looked around the empty space. Something was definitely going on for Jasper to close this place in the middle of the day on a Thursday, which officially kicked off the weekend in the Vegas area.

  “What’s going on?”

  Terry handed me a glass of whiskey and leaned against the bar, sipping from his glass with an exhausted sigh. “Two of our dancers from Lucky Lopez were found dead in the Green Zone,” he said, anger rising with each word. “Fucking nailed to a tree in a sixty-nine position, Black Jacks carved into their flesh.”

  “Fuck.” I spared a quick told you so glance at my men and turned back to Terry. “Same. One of our girls isn’t dead though, just in a coma.”

  Virgil let out a snort of disbelief. “Fuck, that’s rough. If you need extra men for protection, we can spare a few.”

  “Thanks. For now, we’ve got it covered, but I appreciate the offer.”

  “What offer?” Jasper’s growl sounded before he entered the main part of Midnight Mass with a dark scowl on his face.

  “Terry just told me about your girls, I’m sorry, man.” I gave him a quick rundown on Aries and Gemma. “Virgil offered extra protection for Aries at the hospital.”

  Jasper nodded and snatched the open bottle of Velvet Fire off the table, taking several long chugs before his shoulders left the vicinity of his ears. “Speaking of girls, you figured out what you want to do with Savannah Rhymer?”

  I should have known that question was coming. These days, Jasper had one track mind. “I’m handling it.”

  He wasn’t pleased with that answer, but I didn’t give a shit because my job wasn’t to please Jasper fucking Ashby. He took the seat across from me, not glancing at Cal or Cross or Max who were also at the table.