HIS SWEETNESS (WOUNDED SOULS Book 1)

by Leah Sharelle

“Squirt, let’s go. Stella has made meatballs,” Steel called out to Shiloh, his voice softer speaking to her.

  “Oh, I likes meatballs, Steel,” she cried excitedly, taking off running past Charlie and me.

  “Bye-bye, Sweetness. Catch ya later alligator.” All three of us chuckled at Shiloh’s antics.

  “Close the door, brother,” I said, seriousness returning to my voice. My woman was about to be fucked.

  The second the door closed, and I heard the lock engage, I hoisted Charlie further up my body. “Legs around my waist,” I demanded.

  Charlie’s legs immediately locked around my back. The heels of her ballet slippers dug into my arse. She wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders and pressed her breasts tight against my chest.

  “Hold on, baby,” I warned her. Then I released my grip on her, and she shrieked with surprise but instantly tightened her legs around me.

  “Let your arms go.”

  Again, she did it immediately, and once she let go of my shoulder, I grabbed her leotard and the cardigan thingy together, and in one motion, I ripped it down the middle. The sudden movement caused her perky tits to bounce in my face. Soon, they would be sucked deep into my mouth. But first…

  Charlie’s gasp of shock made me smile wickedly. I ripped the offending garment down her arms and tossed it behind us, giving it a disgusted look.

  “Hold on to my shoulders again,” I demanded again. Then once I knew her grip was secure, I reached down between her legs, and with my fingers and just pure brute strength, I ripped the fuck out of the bottom part of her leotard. With a bit of work, and Charlie dropping her legs, we both managed to remove the rest of her outfit. All that remained were the leg warmers and shoes.

  I could work with that. Again, I tossed the tattered cloth to the floor.

  “Now, that’s better,” I declared, running my hands over her naked body.

  “Really, was that necessary, Deck?” Charlie asked out of breath, affected by my caveman act.

  “He touched you, Sweetness. No man touches you but me.” My lips were on her then. Her neck, her jaw, her lips. We kissed for an endless moment, our lips sipping at each other, tasting. Devouring. I wanted to take my time with her mouth because I loved kissing Charlie. And I loved kissing her tits, so wrenching my mouth from hers, I ducked my head and latched on to one nipple. Biting and sucking. Sucking and licking. I worshipped her nipple with my mouth and then bestowed the other one with the exact same attention, making them wet and hard.

  I felt my dick harden painfully in my jeans. I loved how vocal Charlie was during sex. Her moans were such a turn on, and they fucking fed my desire for her.

  “I want you in me, Deck, now,” she begged. I loved it when she begged, but it really wasn’t necessary. It was where I wanted to be, too.

  With my mouth on hers, I gave her one more demand. “Reach down and undo my pants, then take my dick out, and place it at your wet entrance. You are wet for me, aren’t you, Sweetness?”

  “The minute I jumped into your arms,” she whispered back to me as her small hands pulled the button fly of my jeans.

  Reaching in, her hand closed around my painfully hard cock. Without even looking, I knew there was pre-cum dripping from the tip, and when I felt her thumb swipe over the tip, rubbing in the droplets, I groaned low in my throat.

  “Stop fucking with me, baby, and position my cock at your weeping pussy.” I growled in warning.

  I loved the sound she made as she took a breath before doing as she was told, guiding me to her entrance. I could feel her warm, wet heat, and fuck me, if I didn’t want to come just from that.

  Steadying myself, I quickly turned us so Charlie’s back was to the wall of mirrors the guys and I had installed. What a fucking great idea that was, I thought to myself as I saw her beautiful arse pushed hard against the mirror.

  “Hold on.” They were my last words before I pushed deep into her welcoming cunt. Both of us cried out from the pure fucking pleasure of it. Her warmth enveloped me, sucking me so deep I felt like I was in her very soul—and I might have been. The deepness of my feelings for this woman sometimes scared me.

  “Deck,” Charlie whispered as she moved her lithe body like a belly dancer, moving backwards and forward, taking me deeper.

  My grip on her bare arse was punishing, I was sure of it. But fuck, it would turn me on in the morning when I saw my marks on her.

  I felt the fluttering of her inner muscles, and I knew she was going to come hard. She always came hard. Increasing my strokes, I pounded in and out of her. The noises of sex were the only things we could hear as the music had shut off during the ripping of the offending clothes.

  “Oh, God, yes, yes, yes. Deck, please, I’m coming,” Charlie cried, egging me on to find my own completion.

  “With me, baby. Wait and come with me,” I begged. I ground myself into her and pulled out only to slam back fast and hard.

  “Oh, God, honey. I can’t wait. It’s happening.” Her lips suddenly slammed down on mine, and she just held herself there.

  “Open your eyes,” I said, breathing against her lips.

  Her eyes opened, and the brilliant pools of green were shining with love just for me.

  We stayed like that as our lower bodies danced and moved in unison. My dick was begging to release into her, and the tingle started in my spine. Oh, fuck!

  “Now.” I growled into Charlie’s mouth as I ground into her, holding myself there as I felt her pussy milking my cock. “Fuck, Sweetness, I fucking love you.” My shouted words bounced off the mirrors.

  “Deck, yes, love you, honey. Love, love, love you.” Her rambling made me smile against her mouth despite the fact I couldn’t catch my breath or feel my legs.

  “Hmmmmm, that was lovely,” Charlie said sleepily against my neck.

  I was still holding her against the mirrors. How the fuck I could do that was completely beyond me, but letting her go right then was out of the question.

  “Sweetness?” I knew I had to demand this of her. I hated that I had to ruin all her hard work, but another man’s hands on my woman, the woman I loved more than my own life, just couldn’t happen. She had to see it my way. And fuck it, with the door locked, I was all in for begging.

  “Yes, honey, I will change the dance to a solo.” I felt her smile against my throat. Her voice was soft and sated.

  My world was righted again. The rage I’d felt when I saw his hands on Charlie melted away. “Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”

  “I don’t know, but I am eternally grateful you do,” she answered sassily.

  I swatted her perfect arse cheek.

  “We have a small problem, honey.”

  I raised my eyebrow and waited for her to go on.

  “You ripped my clothes, Deck. I have to walk out there, you know,” she said, pointing to the other room beyond the locked door.

  Smiling at her, I dropped my lips to hers. The kiss was sweet and light. “You can wear my shirt, Sweetness.”

  36

  CHARLOTTE

  “What do you mean he ripped your ballet clothes off you? Like, completely ripped off your body?” Mia asked me, her eyes wide and enthralled.

  I nodded. “Yep. Totally off my body as he held me up in his arms.”

  I glued another sequin to the tiny white tutu. I swore if I saw another sequin after this recital, I would scream.

  “Why?” Stella piped in. She had a line of white faux feathers she was currently sewing onto the costumes.

  I shrugged my shoulders twice. “Alexander had his hands on me,” I said like it explained everything. After all, these girls knew the men of the Wounded Souls—loved them even.

  “Damn. That is so romantic,” Mia whispered. She had her own pot of glue and mountain of sequins in front of her.

  “I know, right?”

  Out of all the girls, I got along with Mia and Stella the most. Vegas and I were close, too, and she was my first friend here. But at times, I got nervous around h
er stunning beauty and her total and utter confidence in herself. Things I wished I had. Especially her breasts. They truly were spectacular. But with these two, we were just shy girls who’d had a rough time of things in our family lives. A common bond of being the odd ones out.

  “I am so glad you got some time off to spend here with us, Mia,” I said and meant it. Her job at the bar and grill kept her so busy that she rarely had a day off, and Shiloh loved her. So when Steel mentioned Mia had off today, I’d grabbed my phone and called her to come help me with the costumes for the recital.

  Mia smiled up at me and nodded her head. “Of course, Charlotte. I haven’t seen you guys since the sex toy party. I have missed you, and I really needed some Shiloh time.”

  I smiled at the mention of Shiloh, who was currently having a play date with one of the girls from day care. They were both very much in my line of sight as they played with Shiloh’s Barbie dolls, and they were closely watched by Bullet and Trigger, Steel’s dogs.

  Mia’s smile was so genuine when she spoke of my girl, but I saw a tiny bit of sadness in her eyes.

  “Mia? Honey, are you okay?”

  Suddenly, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her skin was the most perfect I had ever seen. Even with tears, she was beautiful with her milk-chocolate eyes and naturally pouty pink lips.

  “Oh, honey, what’s wrong? Is it Steel?” I asked knowingly. You had to have lived under a rock not to notice the way her eyes followed Steel’s every move, and the longing on her face, and the way her eyes welled with tears every time Steel and Mia’s sister, Callie, took off to his room or played pool together in the main room. Always touching and flirting.

  I had to say, I didn’t really like Callie very much. She didn’t spend all her time here at the club but was more of a part-time soul girl.

  I had even seen her go off with Darth once. I also remembered the way Vegas looked as she saw them leave together. She pretended it didn’t worry her, but I could tell she was hurt.

  Taking the tissues from Stella’s outstretched hand, Mia blew her nose delicately.

  “Callie called Steel last night at the grill. I couldn’t hear everything that was said, but the gist is she invited him to go see her for a few days, and he just went.” Mia clicked her thumb and ring finger together. “He just dropped everything at the grill and left it all in my hands.”

  “Honey, does he have any idea of your feelings for him?” I asked her.

  “He should! I act like a fool every time he is anywhere close to me. Seriously, it’s like I lose all my brain cells when he is around. And all he sees is my sister with her perfect tits and a perfect arse. Why do they like hussies?” Mia said all in a rush. Obviously, verbal vomit was a slight problem for her today.

  Stella was nodding her head in agreement.

  “Tell me about it. Yesterday, I was in the kitchen, and I heard Booth tell Mannix to get Ingrid over from the strip club and to his room. I mean… is that what he wants? Because I am screwed if it is.” Tossing a bunch of the white feathers in the air, she let out a frustrated sigh.

  “Are you serious? Woman, you are fucking beautiful. Your hair is naturally blonde, you have stunning eyes and a killer body. It’s the boys who have the problem,” Mia said, the volume of her voice rising as she started getting a full head of steam.

  “Argh, he pisses me off with that shit. I don’t know how much more I can take. Seeing him go off with other women is killing me,” Stella said, sadness in her voice.

  Suddenly, there were sequins everywhere, and Mia looked like she was getting a really bad idea.

  “We should show Steel and Booth exactly what they’re missing,” Mia said.

  Oh, dear.

  Stella looked at Mia like she’d just come up with a cure to stop nail polish from chipping. “Yes! Let’s find men and get them naked, then take pictures of us with them.”

  Oh, God, no.

  I could see the girls were going to get themselves worked up into major tizzies if I didn’t distract them from the idiots that were the president and vice president of the club.

  “We should drink,” I blurted out all of a sudden. What was I saying? I didn’t drink. The shandy a few weeks ago was more than enough for me for a lifetime. It tasted okay, but I could definitely live without alcohol.

  Stella suddenly lit up. The feathers flew all around us as she jumped from her position on the floor and headed off to the bar.

  Oh, dear, this needed to be reined in a tad.

  “Ah, Stell? Can you maybe try something a little fruitier for me? You know, less alcohol,” I called out hopefully. Oh, Lord, I think I may be in trouble here. I glanced over at Shiloh and hoped her little friend’s mum turned up soon.

  ————

  “I have no legs.” That came from Stella. For the last three drinks, she had insisted she couldn’t feel her legs.

  “I am sure they are around here somewhere,” I answered her flippantly. “You have nothing to worry about. I think I swallowed some sequins.” I slurred my words—at least, I thought I did. Maybe I had lost my ears.

  Mia snorted as she laughed with her phone in her hand. In my drunken stupor, I could hear the ringing sound indicating she was calling someone.

  “Hello, Mr I-like-fake-tits-better-than-real-tits.” Her voice sounded more than a little drunk because she was totally hammered. Worse than Stella and I were.

  “Yes, this is Mia. How nice of you to remember my voice, bucko.”

  Smothering her giggles, Stella rolled around on the floor beside me. I gave Mia a thumbs-up. Bucko was such a great word.

  “Yes, it is probabable I am drunked just a smidge.” I think her words were coming out wrong—or my brain had gone somewhere with Stella’s legs and my ears.

  “No, none brothers are here—well, that cute prospect is here, and I am thinking to service him and do things to his cock-a-doodle-doo. Goodbye, Steel. Have fun with my slut sister.”

  I could hear Steel shouting for her not to hang up, but Mia was very much beyond caring. Squinting, she looked through her phone for another number. “Here, Stells, it’s your turn.” Mia tossed the phone to Stella who barely caught it before it hit her in the face.

  Stella held it up to her ear and listened for a few seconds. “Who’s this? Booth who?” She giggled, and we all burst out laughing. “Shh, shh, girls, quiet. I can’t hear the studly stud Booth talking,” she admonished us, her hands flapping at us in a shushing motion.

  “Ha hum. Yes, Boothie poos, what can I do for you? Fluff your pillow perhaps or shall I wash your boxer shorts and hide them under my pillow so at least something of you will sleep with me?”

  She did? Huh, I never thought of doing that.

  Giving us a wink, Stella settled in for a really good telling off. “Excuse me, hunk a hunk of burnin’ love, I did not call you. In fact, as soon as I find my legs, I am going to go over to that good-looking prospect and ask him to give me a bloody good rogering. Although I am a virgin, so he will have to go in slow for the first time, but then I’m gonna get a damn good rogering.”

  She threw the phone at me and smirked.

  “Your turn.”

  Oh, boy. Okay, here we go. Going through the contacts, I found my soldier man’s number. I pressed the call button and held it to my ear.

  “Mia, what the hell is going on over there?”

  “Hello, honey.”

  “Sweetness? Are you okay? You sound strange.”

  “It’s my brain and ears. They have gone off with Stella’s legs.”

  “I beg your pardon.” He sounded shocked. Well, so was I, mister. I had a dance thing soon, and I needed my ears to hear the music.

  “Deck, you must concentrate, honey. I only have time for a short call. We are hanging up on our men after we say what we have to say. Are you concentrating, honey?”

  Deck chuckled. “Okay, Sweetness, I am all ears.”

  Ears, ears, where were my ears? Shaking the fog from my brain, I focused on my reason for calli
ng him.

  “Okay, right, Deck, I would very much like a repeat performance of yesterday’s loving in the dance room. This time, I would like us both to be naked, and I would like it if I was leaning back against a table and you suck and open-mouth kissed my pussy. Then you will stand up and push into me hard, and while our naughty bits are playing, I would like you to suck my nipples into your mouth, then I will do the same to yours. Because I know you like it when I love on your man nips. Thank you, now goodbye.” I pressed the end button and tossed the phone back to an open-mouthed Mia.

  All right, then.

  37

  DECK

  I was staring at my phone that was sitting in the middle of the table. The men around the table could do nothing but stare, too.

  We had come to the bar and grill to give the girls some time on their own to make the costumes for the dance recital, which was in a few days.

  The atmosphere there was great, and we enjoyed some downtime at the bar instead of the club sometimes.

  So we had been there for only a few hours, shooting the shit and trying to figure out the clusterfuck with the rogue soldier when Steel called Booth in a panic. Apparently, Mia was drunk and said some shit to piss him off concerning the prospect that was keeping an eye on them.

  It was kind of funny to hear Steel’s amped-up voice worrying about who Mia was going to fuck. We had all been having a laugh after he hung up when Booth’s phone went off again. Thinking it was Steel again, he answered it on speakerphone, so we were all a little shocked when Stella’s slurred voice came over the line giving Booth what for, calling him ‘Boothie poos’ and quoting Elvis songs. It was fucking hilarious as was Booth’s reaction. He was not too pleased with the thought of Stella getting a ‘rogering,’ but he did look impressed that she had a pair of his boxers under her pillow. But it was Stella’s admission of being a virgin that had his eyes narrowing, his jaw ticking, and sweat beading on his forehead.

  But now, staring at my phone screen, I had to say I was pretty shocked, and judging from my brothers’ faces, so were they.