CHARLOTTE: Soul Sisters - Book One (The Soul Sisters 1)

by Nicole James

  “And you’re afraid I’m one of ‘em.”

  “I don’t want you to be one of those. But I’m afraid to believe you’re not. I’m afraid to trust.”

  “Babe, I’ve worked hard building this chapter. Worked hard for everything I’ve got. Earned men’s respect. Earned their loyalty. I’ve got the brotherhood. Got the clubhouse and the compound. Got a nice house with a kick-ass view. Got all that. What I don’t have, what I’ve been missing all this time, what I’ve been waiting on is the one missing piece. You.”

  “Me?”

  “In my world, I’m king. Every king needs his queen, baby.”

  “You want me to be your queen?”

  “That’s what I’ve been tryin’ to lay out for you. I could lay all this at your feet. But you’ve got to have that same feelin’ back. My queen has got to want me as much as I want her. I need a woman who wants me, who knows I’m the one the way I know she’s the one. The way I feel it in my bones, know it in my soul.

  “You’re not ready to trust me. I get that. That’ll take time. What I’m tryin’ to say is I’m willing to put that time in. Whatever time it takes to make you see you can trust me. Because you can, and I’m gonna prove it to you, Cherry.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Charlotte—

  Daytona pours the last of the bottle of wine into my goblet.

  “That was amazing.” I push my plate of mostly devoured ziti aside. “I’m stuffed.”

  “You better have saved room for my special desert.”

  “Is that what’s in the microwave?”

  “Yup.”

  It beeps, and he gets up to retrieve the bowl inside. He carries it to the table, setting it on a trivet. The rich, sweet aroma of melted chocolate wafts to me. Then he goes to a cabinet and returns with a couple of wrapped Twinkies, a bottle of Kahlua rum and coffee liqueur, and some kabob sticks.

  “What’s all this?”

  “We’re makin’ desert.” He unwraps his Twinkie, sets it on his plate, then unscrews the cap on the bottle and pours about a teaspoon along the top of the treat. It soaks right in. “Now you jab the stick in the end, like so”—he skewers his—“and you dip it in the chocolate candy coating.”

  I raise a brow. “It’s good?”

  He takes a bite and answers around the mouthful. “It’s delicious.”

  I can’t hold back the laugh. I do the steps and take a bite of my finished product. It melts in my mouth, and the Kahlua soaked sponge cake is yummy. “It kind of tastes like Tiramisu.”

  He points his skewer at me. “Exactly. That’s what we’ll call it. Poor man’s Tiramisu.”

  “Or Tiramisu Twinkies.” I laugh and almost spit my food.

  Soon we’re both laughing with our mouths full.

  Daytona reaches out to catch a glob of creamy filling from my chin and sucks his finger clean.

  The next thing I know, I’m in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist, kissing him like I can’t get enough. Neither of us can. And I’m not sure if he pulled me to him or I moved on my own.

  We make out for a long time before he finally stands and carries me to the bedroom. This is the first time I’ve put eyes on this room and the big king size bed. It’s a huge, carved wood poster, with big black iron rods holding the four posts together on top. It’s really quite awe-inspiring, and I can’t help remarking as he drops me to my back at the foot of it.

  “Wow.” Which doesn’t really do it justice.

  Daytona puts his palms on the mattress near my head and leans over me, filling my view. He smiles, taking in my face. “Wow, is right.”

  I melt a little inside and grab a handful of his shirt to pull his mouth down to mine. “Come here, baby.”

  He lets me, obliging me with a seriously sexy kiss. Then pulls back to hover over me, staring at me.

  “What?” I frown.

  “Call me that again.”

  “Call you what?”

  “Baby. Say it again.”

  I smile. “You like that?”

  “Hmm. Yeah. I do.”

  “Baby, kiss me.”

  After I give him what he wants, he dips his head and gives me what I want.

  The kiss is long and hungry and hot as hell. When finally he breaks off, he lifts and trails his finger along my jaw, tipping my chin up when he reaches it. “Christ, the things I want to do to you. The night I dropped you back at your place, I went home, took a shower, stroked my dick, and fantasies of all the things I wanted to do to you made me come so fucking hard.”

  “I want to know every single fantasy.”

  He grins, then moves off me and pulls me to my feet.

  “Are we stopping?”

  “Nope.” He steps back, giving me space, his feet braced apart, his arms folded. “Take off your jeans,” he orders.

  I swallow but don’t hesitate to undo them and wriggle them down my legs, kicking out of them and my shoes.

  His gaze sweeps over my bare legs. My loose off-the-shoulder shirt covers my lace panties, but I’m braless underneath and my nipples stand out, two hard little bumps. He zeros in on them and lifts his chin. I comply with his unspoken request and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it at his feet.

  I stand before him in just a pair of peach lace panties.

  He can’t seem to tear his eyes from my breasts.

  “First night I laid eyes on you, you knocked the breath from me. Baby, you in that dress. Fuck.” His eyes lift to mine. “But seein’ you now. Goddamn, you’re a walking wet dream.”

  I lick my lips, his words sending a jolt of desire through me. He takes his time; I think he doesn’t want to rush this, now that he has me here. I stand, letting him take the lead.

  “Lie back on the bed.”

  I reach my hand out behind me. The bed in just an arm’s length away. I step backward and scoot back onto the cool silk coverlet, relaxing as he directs, my eyes locked on him.

  He pulls off his own shirt, tossing it aside as he stalks toward me. His gaze licks over every inch of my skin as he unbuckles his belt and draws it from the loops of his jeans. Then he winds it around his hand and tosses it in a nearby chair, never breaking eye contact with me.

  My chest rises and falls. Anticipation draws out my need, making me long for the moment he actually touches my body. My nipples stand at attention, and I can’t wait for his fingers to play with them, and his mouth to suck on them. I’m quivering with eagerness.

  He strips off the rest of his clothes, and I see his large erection straining toward me.

  The next thing I know, his big, calloused hands close around my ankles, and I slide across the shiny bedspread toward him as he drags me to the foot. I gasp, and another flare of desire shoots through me.

  He places my feet flat on the mattress, with my knees up, then steps between them, pushing my legs apart with his hands on the inside of my knees. He slides his palms ever so slowly from my knees down the inside of my thighs, and goose bumps lift along my skin.

  My already hard nipples tighten even more until I feel an ache in them. I’m urged by some ancient need to rub them against something to get some relief, and what I want to rub them against is the six-foot-three badass biker standing at the end of the bed, staring at me with dark hooded eyes molten with burning desire.

  My body is so in tune with him; I’m responding to his barest touch, sucking in a stuttering breath as those big hands slide slowly down to just above the crease of my leg. Then he tightens his grip and pushes my thighs farther apart.

  He takes in the scrap of lace barely covering me, and his thumbs reach out and brush over the fabric. I jump at that first butterfly-soft touch.

  His eyes flick up to mine. “Easy, baby. I won’t hurt you. Got my word.”

  My breath comes out in quick pants of anticipation.

  He drops to his knees, and his broad shoulders now press my thighs even wider, with his big body between them. I couldn’t close my legs now if I wanted to, and some
how, that ramps up my desire even more. I’m pinned, wide open for his pleasure.

  “I ever tell you how much I’ve wanted to go down on you, baby?”

  I shake my head, because I can’t find my voice.

  He slips both thumbs underneath the lace and strokes my pussy lips, rolling them together and apart.

  He dips his head and runs his nose along the lace, inhaling. “You smell so fucking good. I want my mouth on you.” He lifts and before I know what he’s going to do, he yanks the panties, ripping the delicate fabric with a snap and tossing it aside.

  I gasp at the suddenness of the aggressive action.

  He hauls me farther toward him until my ass teeters on the very edge of the mattress, and just as quickly, his mouth comes down on me.

  Oh sweet Jesus.

  His thumbs hold me wide open while his tongue tunnels in me, then he makes one long slow swipe up to circle around my clit.

  I arch, my head going back and my mouth falling open; I suck in a shuddering breath.

  He circles my clit again and again in gentle swipes that ramp up my desire with every loop. Then down to my pussy, then up to my clit until I’m dripping wet.

  I lift my hips off the mattress. I long to rub against him harder, firmer. When I try, he pins my thighs to the bed with his forearms, and I moan in protest.

  I reach to thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, but he grabs my wrists in a firm hold and drags them to the small of my back, pinning them there.

  “Lay still,” he orders.

  And now I’m good and truly pinned, wide open for anything he wants, however he wants it. My back is arched, and with my arms pinned under me, my breasts are thrust up. And still he hasn’t touched them. It’s maddening.

  “I’m gonna enjoy you fully, Cherry. So, lie back and just feel.”

  He goes back to licking and circling, taking his time. His moans of arousal drive me even higher with need. Not being able to move makes every zing of desire that shoots through me that much sharper.

  “Gonna let go of your wrists now. Don’t move them, understand?”

  I nod.

  With his hands free, he slides two thick fingers into me, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. Then his thumb goes to work on my clit again with more wet, slick circles. It only takes those curling fingers inside me a few seconds to find my G-spot and stroke and press against it.

  “Take it. Fuck my fingers.”

  I do, bucking against him, thrusting in rhythm with his stroking fingers until I’m moaning and tossing my head from side to side, my breasts bouncing with my movements.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Don’t stop. Please,” I pant, then bite my lower lip.

  “Not stopping, Cherry. Not stopping until you come all over my hand.”

  He keeps at me, and I climb higher and higher. The circles around my clit grow faster, and the fingers inside me press up, and I explode with a shout.

  He drops his mouth to me, sucking my clit as his fingertips ease off, making gentle circles. He laves me with his tongue again and again, giving me little sparklers of tiny orgasms as I come down from the big one.

  I’m a puddle of mush, melted into the mattress, slick with a sheen of sweat and panting.

  He stands, and his cock is bigger and harder. He moves up my body, pressing soft kisses along my hipbones, across to my belly button, and up my ribs, finally climbing the globe of my breast to latch on to a nipple.

  I moan again as he licks and sucks and nibbles. He moves to the other, his fingers plucking and pinching the first one, until I feel my body ramping right back up and another gush of wetness flows forth.

  “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, Cherry. And that’s no lie.”

  He moves over me, his knees spreading me wide, and lifts up onto his knees.

  “Condoms. Top drawer.”

  I follow his eyes and look over my head to the nightstand. I stretch my arm and nab one, tossing it to him.

  He wastes no time putting it on, and then his palm goes to the mattress by my waist as he lines himself up with my opening.

  He circles around the edge in my slick release.

  “So wet, baby. So fucking wet for me. Such a pretty pussy.”

  And then he spears into me in one thrust. I arch back again, gasping as his large cock fills me full, stretching me wide. “Oh God, Daytona.”

  “So fucking good. Goddamn, Cherry.”

  He’s big… bigger than I’ve ever had, and it’s an amazing feeling, better than anything I’ve experienced before. I hook my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down, needing to be close.

  He presses his palms to the bed next to my breasts and does a pushup, leaning down to take my mouth.

  I smell my arousal on him and taste myself in his kiss.

  He moans into my mouth and begins flexing his body, thrusting in and out, and I can feel the tightening and straining of all his muscles. It’s erotic as hell having his big gorgeous hard body moving over me, touching me nowhere except my mouth and my pussy and inner thighs as he slams into them.

  I clutch at his neck, hanging on, keeping that mouth on mine, until finally he pulls back an inch, sucking in a breath.

  “Fuck, baby.” He holds himself up with his palms, staring down at me as his body fucks me so good.

  We lock eyes.

  His movements increase in power and speed, and he drops his gaze to my breasts moving with every thrust, then down to where he’s sliding in and out of my pussy, his dick slick with my release.

  “Goddamn, baby, you take me so good.” His gaze comes back to my breasts. “I love to watch those tits bounce. Yeah, goddamn.”

  He goes back on his knees, grabs my thighs, and hauls me up until only my shoulders are on the bed, then he powers into me, our skin slapping over and over. I know my thighs will ache tomorrow because they’re already getting tender. Maybe he’ll leave bruises. I don’t even care. I don’t want him to stop.

  One hand goes to my pussy and plays with my clit, his thumb strumming it like a guitar string. In this position, he’s hitting that sweet spot inside me with every long stroke.

  “You getting there again, Cherry?”

  I nod.

  He presses the heel of his other hand to just above my mound, and I feel it on my g-spot. I cry out as another orgasm surges over me. Once I go over the edge and am floating down, he grips both hips in his big hands and plants himself deep and roars with his own, his whole body going rock solid.

  His breath saws in and out of his chest as he comes to a slow stop and moves over me again, collapsing to his elbows.

  I wrap my legs around him, not wanting him to pull out yet.

  I feel his mouth nuzzle against my ear, my cheek, my neck, before he finally lifts to look in my eyes.

  “Jesus Christ, baby.”

  We both grin, then laugh.

  He falls to his back, staring at the ceiling, still breathing hard. Then he gets up to deal with the condom. I watch his gorgeous body as he walks back to the bed.

  He sees my eyes move over him.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Um hmm.” I grin.

  He climbs in and gathers me close, tucking me against his side with my face in his neck. His fingertips trail lightly up and down my spine, giving me shivers. When he feels them, he stops and smooths over the skin with the firm pressure of his palms instead.

  “Better?”

  “Better.” I kiss his neck.

  He keeps up the tender strokes until I’m on the verge of falling asleep, before he threads his fingers in the hair at my nape and tilts my head up. He dips his to meet my eyes.

  “You okay?”

  “Definitely. Was it worth the wait?” I smile at him.

  He grins back. “Abso-fucking-lutely, baby girl.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and orders, “Sleep.”

  Then he tucks me back to him, rolling to his side and pulling me tight, my breasts pressed to his chest. He strokes a hand from my thigh up over m
y curves, ending at my breasts where he cups its weight in his hand and leaves it there, his thumb strumming my nipple again.

  I grin, my eyes closed. I have a feeling we’ll be going at it again soon.

  I wake up with Daytona’s body pressed to my back, his arms around me, holding me tight to him. One of his hands is squeezing my breast, while the other is toying with my pussy, his middle finger teasing the opening and the heel of his palm rubbing against my clit.

  I moan and clench my thighs together, rocking my hips. I feel his erection press hotly against my ass and up the small of my back.

  The hand on my breast gives my nipple a pinch, then moves down to slap my ass.

  “On your stomach, Cherry.”

  Without hesitation, I roll and lose his heated skin. He moves to position himself between my legs, grabs my hips, and lifts me up on my knees. One palm presses between my shoulder blades.

  “Arch for me. Arms above your head. Relax.”

  I comply, stretching my arms out with my breasts to the mattress and my ass in the air.

  His knees force mine wide.

  “Close your eyes. Relax.”

  I have no idea what he’s planning.

  I feel his palms stroke gently up the outside of my thighs to my ass, then one goes around to the front and toys with my clit, while the other moves around to the back and circles my pussy. I’m already wet and wonder how long he’d been playing with me before I woke up.

  My body responds so quickly to him.

  “Concentrate on your clit.” He circles it around and around, then dips into my pussy, and draws the wetness up to my clit to circle some more. Again and again as I stay in position, unmoving.

  “You gonna stay there and let me play as long as I want, Cherry?”

  I nod.

  I feel him shift, and then his mouth is at my pussy, his tongue plunging inside again and again.

  It’s maddening not being able to move. I have to just stay here and take it all, every lick and swirl, until I’m writhing.

  Finally, when I don’t think I can take it anymore, I’m so turned on, and just want his cock inside me, I moan, “Please.”