Finding Charity: Red Devils M.C.

by Michelle Woods

  He pressed down with his thumb as his fingers thrust into her making her writhe beneath him. He wanted to see her come, he needed to feel her feminine heat flood his fingers before he plunged his hard cock into her. He began to slowly work her little body into a frenzy of need. His fingers moving inside her.

  She couldn’t breathe, Tick had gone a little ferial when she’d played with his nipples. He’d liked it, and if the way his fingers were plunging into her body, and his mouth was sucking at her nipples was any indication then the man had liked it a lot. She used that knowledge to her advantage, her hand pinching his nipples again. He growled around her breast nipping her with his teeth, before his mouth moved upward his hand still moving between her legs.

  He kissed his way up to her mouth, licking and nipping at her along the way. She was almost mindless by the time he’d reached her mouth. His lips taking hers in a heated kiss. Her body was pulled taunt and she was so close she wanted to scream when his fingers slid free of her body. She moaned, trying to move her mouth from beneath his, to demand he put his hand back. She felt his leg slid between hers, and she realized as she tried to use it to bring herself to completion that he’d removed his jeans.

  “Shh-hh…it’s okay baby girl. I’ve got you.” Tick whispered his hand moving between her legs again, sliding her panties off. His thumb moving over her clit. He slid his fingers closer to her entrance making her open her legs to give him access again. He thrust two back inside her, his thumb still working her clit. She came around his fingers, crying out his name.

  “That’s it baby.” Tick murmured, he moved between her legs his hardened cock pressing against her wet opening. “So sweet” He whispered right before he began to press his thick cock into her wet heat. She mewled in renewed passion. Her body still slick, and needy despite the orgasm she’d just had.

  Tick was so fucking hard, he couldn’t stand it. He knew he was rushing this, but he couldn’t seem to wait any longer. He felt like his head would explode if he tried. He felt her coming on his fingers and that was all he could stand.

  “So sweet” he whispered, watching her writhe beneath him.

  He needed to be inside her, that thought the only one in his head, he moved between her legs. The head of his thick cock hovering at her entrance, then he was pressing into her. He felt her slick heat surround him and groaned. His hands clutching her hips, he watched his body enter hers slowly.

  Suddenly, he felt possessive, almost animalistic, with his body almost inside hers. His hand slid around to the round globes of her ass, clenching on the sweet perfection. He sank inside her fully, he was still for a few seconds trying not to come. Then the needs of his body and her wiggling movements wouldn’t allow him to stay still for another second. He pulled out almost completely, then thrust back inside her roughly. He almost roared with the pleasure that flooded him. He kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth as his body moved back and forth inside hers.

  Charity was unable to do much more than clutch Tick’s arms as he pumped inside her, her body was already building to another climax, and she could tell from the almost euphoric feeling fogging her head that it was going to be mind blowing. She let out a mewling sound his mouth sliding down her neck, his teeth gripping the side of her neck. She moaned, then arched off the bed into him, her body exploding into another orgasm.

  Tick felt her wet heat grip his cock as she seemed to come apart beneath him. It made his body clench in anticipation of his own climax. Fuck, she felt so fucking good wrapped around him. He thought, his head falling as he lifted up on his arms looking down at the joining of their bodies. He felt like he owned her in that moment, his dick piercing her, her body clenching and writhing beneath him.

  His fucking woman. He thought savagely. His cock throbbed and he felt his back clench, just before the hardest orgasm he could ever remember clutched him in its grip. He threw his head back, roaring her name.

  Charity trembled, her whole body shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’d heard him roar her name right before he collapsed on her. She felt the possessive way he’d moved to the side lying his head on the pillow next to her, but neither of them spoke. She’d had her mind blown by Tick. She’d never been an easy trigger. It usually took a lot more foreplay for a man to get her off. Hell for her to get herself off, but he’d made it look easy. She lay here beside him hearing his breath coming in long pants just like hers did. His hand was possessively clutching her hip holding her to him.

  Tick lay there listening to Charity breathe in little pants. His own breathing was heavy and his head was fucked. He wasn’t sure what had happened. He did know that he was going to make damned sure it happened again, over and over. He was going to wear her out fucking her. He didn’t kid himself, now that he’d had her he wasn’t going to stay away. Not that he wanted a relationship, but after sex like they’d just shared you didn’t walk away.

  It worried him a bit, but he let it go. He stood, she sat up a bit watching him. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her naked, her hair falling around her, her breasts reddened from his rough sucking and the stubble that had raked across her delicate skin. He pulled back the covers looking expectantly at her still not saying anything. He wanted to hold her while he slept, he didn’t question why he felt that way he just waited for her to get beneath the covers. She did after a moment of silent staring, then he crawled in beside her pulling her into him. His hand possessively settling her over him with his hand resting on her tight little ass, and her leg thrown over his. He kissed her forehead then closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.

  Chapter 11

  “Dad, what are you and Charity doing?” Asked Max’s voice, waking him from sleep. He blinked a few times, before he came awake fully.

  Shit, what the hell was the kid doing here. He’d known when he’d stopped by Colt’s earlier that Max was there with Connor, but now he stood next to the bed looking at him and Charity in the bed. The feel of her light weight covering him made him feel horny. His hand was cupping her ass and his dick was hard again. He wanted to tell the kid to go back over to Colt’s so he could get inside Charity again. Instead, he looked at Max.

  “Taking a nap. What are you doing here? Thought you were over at Connor’s.” Tick asked his hand sliding up and down Charity’s thigh absently. She shifted on top of him, and he wondered if she would wake. He hoped not he had a feeling this would embarrass her.

  “I brought him home.” A voice said from the doorway, making Tick stiffen. He looked over to the door seeing Ratchet standing in the doorway with a large grin on his face. Bastard, Tick thought.

  “Okay well take him downstairs, so we can get up.” Tick told him harshly.

  “Why? Can’t you get up with us here? I want to talk to Charity.” The boy demanded looking mutinous. Earning a chuckle from the doorway, making Tick glare at the other man.

  “Come on Max, and let them wake up. We can see if any of the cake Charity made yesterday is still left.” Ratchet said, waggling his eyebrows at Tick. “Hopefully your dad and Charity can get up, real quick.”

  Leaving Tick without a doubt that the man meant his cock not them getting out of bed. Not that they needed to work at getting it up. It was already hard and ready.

  The boy stared between the door and Charity, but the lure of cake made the boy move to the door. Tick was relieved. He felt Charity move against him as the door clicked shut. Her leg slid along his making her groan in need. Her breasts shifted on his chest and he decided that her lying on him was the sweetest torture.

  He brushed her hair from her face, looking at her kiss swollen lips and her mussed hair. His cock was already hard, but those lips made him want another taste of her sweetness. Only he didn’t have time to take her like he wanted, once Max had eaten his cake he’d be back up here demanding to know what they were doing again.

  “Baby, wake up.” He whispered, shaking her slightly.

  She didn’t wake she just used her hands, which res
ted on his chest to soothe him, he smiled. She wasn’t easy to wake up, he realized. Liking how she rubbed herself against him like a kitten. Damn, he thought his hand coming to rest on her ass. He felt her slick wetness against his leg and bemoaned the need to get up.

  Slipping his hand between her legs from behind, he slid two fingers into her hot little tunnel. His fingers moved inside her slow and steady, he groaned when she rubbed her tits across his chest making soft mewls of pleasure. He kissed her neck, hearing her breath catch. He felt her hands clench his shoulders.

  “Please,” she moaned, and he knew that he needed inside her too bad to resist, he just hoped that Ratchet kept Max occupied.

  He lifted her sliding her over onto his thick cock, making her cry out. He caught her mouth with his muffling the sounds she made. His hands guiding her as she rode him. He kissed down her neck.

  “Shh-hh Max is downstairs.” He said when she began moaning loudly. She stiffened and tried to move off his throbbing cock, which he refused to allow. She wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with her. He pulled her down on him again, her slick heat almost burning his cock. Fuck, she was so delicious.

  “You should have told me. Instead of fucking me.”

  “It’s fine. Just don’t get too loud, we need this.” Tick told her.

  Charity wanted to deny it, but as he lifted her with his hands clenching her ass, she knew that the bastard was right. She did need this, she needed his thick cock inside her. She moaned, muffling it by leaning forward to bury her face in his shoulder. His hands on her ass guided her back into a rhythm. He groaned.

  “You feel so good wrapped around me, baby girl.” He told her as she worked them both towards their mutual climax.

  His mouth found hers kissing her. His clenching as he helped her move faster. Fuck, she was so close, and she had never been so turned on in her life. Thrusting her hips down hard she felt her body go limp as she came hard. His hands lifted and dropped her working himself to his own orgasm.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” He growled, his voice strained and she knew that he was near his own orgasm. She moved her hand to his chest her hand sliding over his nipples. His breath caught as her fingers brushed his nipple, then twisted. He slammed his hips up into hers and he groaned long and loud as he came inside her.

  “Fuck, that is the only way to start a day.” He told her as she sat up with him still inside her his hands resting on her hips.

  She laughed, “You do realize it’s like two o’clock in the afternoon don’t you?” she asked.

  “Ha, stop making things difficult, woman.” He said as she climbed off him standing beside the bed. “Go get a shower. I would invite you into mine, but I know that would end up with me inside you again. I have a feeling Max will run out of patience, and the two of us sharing a shower isn’t something I want to explain to him.” Tick said, standing beside the bed watching as she quickly grabbed the clothes he’d taken off her last night putting them on before scurrying out the door headed to her room his chuckle following her.

  Charity was flustered. Tick had been screwing her every night for two weeks. It was amazing sex, but she’d begun to find herself daydreaming about their future. She wasn’t stupid though, she didn’t really have a future with him. They’d even talked the evening after they’d ended up in bed together about what they were. They were just bed buddies scratching an itch. At least that was what she’d agreed to. So becoming attached wasn’t a smart move for her.

  She heard her phone go off and headed into the kitchen where she’d laid the phone on the table. She grabbed it answering.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello, beautiful.” Travis’s smooth voice crackled over the line.

  Making her feel a bit bad about sleeping with Tick, and not telling Travis. Not that two, okay one and a half, dates was a commitment, but she still felt bad. She’d never liked when someone slept around without regards to other people’s feelings. She grimaced.

  “How was your trip?” she asked trying not to sound really guilty when it was how she felt.

  “Not great, but now that I’m back things are looking up.” Travis told her.

  “That’s great.”

  “I’m calling to see if you’d like to go out with me tomorrow night?”

  Charity’s first instinct was to say no, and tell him about her and Tick. Only she knew that she needed to stop this whole crazy sex game. The man was a sex God, but she needed to face the fact that even though she’d been here longer than the allotted month. Tick would tire of her, and then where would she be? She knew that she wanted to continue what they were doing, but she needed to stop. She had to. He was going to destroy her. Oh he wouldn’t do it intentionally, but her heart would still be broken.

  She knew herself. She was getting way too settled here, and it wasn’t permanent. He’d made sure she knew that before they’d continued screwing around. She needed to take one more night with him and then tell him it was over. Then she’d have to confess to Travis what had happened and hope he didn’t hate her. She needed to try starting something real. She liked Travis, he was a nice guy. He might understand once she told him it had just been physical. Of course she knew her heart was becoming involved. That was why she needed to stop this disaster before she ended up heart broken.

  She decided that this was the right thing to do. She just hoped that Travis wasn’t too hurt by it when she told him.

  “Hey, you still there? Is something wrong?” Travis asked, when she took too long to answer.

  “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking. Sure we can go out tomorrow.” Charity said unenthusiastically.

  “Wow that sounded a bit forced. You sure you’re okay? We can do it another night if you want.”

  “No, tomorrow night is good. I just need to talk to you about something, and I’m a little nervous about it, that’s all.” She told him holding the phone to her ear.

  “Okay, well if you’re sure tomorrows good. What time?” Travis asked.

  “Umm…how about eight. That way I can cook something for Max and Tick before I leave.” Charity almost stumbled on Tick’s name. She was still thinking about never being able to touch him again after tonight. It made her heart ache, letting her know she was making the right choice. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself.

  “Great, well I’ll see you tomorrow night, and beautiful.”

  “Yes.” She replied.

  “Don’t worry too much about telling me whatever it is you need to tell me. I’m a big boy I can take it.” Travis told her.

  “Yeah, okay.” She said before she hung up. She stood there looking out the window until Max came in from the other room.

  “I thought we were going to play rummy?” He asked looking at her expectantly.

  Smiling brightly, even though she felt like she was breaking apart inside, she took his hand. “We are. I’m going to win, too”

  He smiled back telling her “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

  Before he dragged her into the living room. They played four hands before she got up to make dinner and Max was right it was a good thing she didn’t bet on it. That was more about her distraction than Max’s card shark abilities. When his father came in she’d felt almost desperate to get Max to bed.

  She attacked the man in the hallway outside his son’s room when she exited. Of course, he’d been waiting outside Max’s door for her not in the living room or his bedroom. And his dick had been hard when she’d peeked before she’d jumped him. She had been so ready by the time they were in bed that she’d been soaked. It was the first time in her life that she could remember being a hair trigger. She’d needed him, and knowing that in the morning she would give him up forever had made her more needy than usual

  Chapter 12

  Tick couldn’t believe the ridiculous argument he’d just had with Charity an hour ago. He’d almost felt murderous when she’d told him they were done. She’d actually told him that she’d be letting that yahoo take care of her needs from now o
n. Yeah that wasn’t fucking happening, he thought, walking the fence to check for damage a few hours later. He’d woke with her in his arms and felt like everything was finally right in his world and the next thing he knew she was insisting that they were done. Not fucking likely. When she’d told him that she was going out with the prat, he’d wanted to go out and find that little bastard and kill him. No way was he getting his hands on Charity. That just wasn’t fucking happening.

  He didn’t give a flying fuck what they’d agreed to two weeks ago, he wasn’t giving her up. She was his now. That meant that she wasn’t going out with the prat again. He’d told her to call and cancel that date. It just wasn’t happening. He wouldn’t allow it.

  Charity still felt conflicted about her decision to end things with Tick. He had not taken what she’d told him this morning very well at all. She’d expected some kind of protest, but not the enraged way that Tick had responded. If Max hadn’t been there she would have ended up tied to the bed with his fuzzy purple cuffs she was sure. He’d bit off a demand that she call Travis and tell him that she wasn’t going out with him. Then told her that they would discuss this when he got home. She wasn’t looking forward to that discussion.

  She was only trying to protect her heart. He was the one who’d said they were just bed buddies. She realized now that he’d meant that they were casual until he was finished with her. It frankly pissed her off. He had no right to tell her they were just screwing around and then when she decided that she wanted to stop sleeping with, him he flipped his shit. He was a dick. She’d known that, but with the mind blowing sex over the last week, and the seemingly easy relationship between them she’d forgotten.

  Max was the only reason she didn’t just leave and let the man stew in his own pot. Max didn’t deserve to be punished because she was angry with his father. She put the pot on the stove. She was making spaghetti for their dinner and the sauce needed to simmer for at least an hour. She was not very happy with Tick’s highhanded behavior, and if the big baby didn’t like it he could go to hell. She was going to go out with Travis, and see if she could start a healthy relationship with a man for once.