HIS SWEETNESS

by Leah Sharelle

  “Don’t stop. Please, never stop, honey.”

  As if I fucking could, I thought to myself, unwilling to let go of my prize to say it aloud to Charlie.

  Charlie was ravenous as she pulled my mouth from her tit to attack it with hers. Her tongue was warm and wet, the kiss a little sloppy but in no way not sexy. Her rhythm was faltering, and I needed to come, so I gripped her hips tighter in my hands and ground her down hard on my shaft, making sure every inch was in her. I was holding her down as I rocked her clit back and forth against my pubis.

  The familiar ache and tingle was making its way up my spine and would soon be in my balls, but that couldn’t happen yet as Charlie had to come first. Then I felt it. The first sign that she was nearly there. Her cunt was clenching me tighter and tighter.

  “That’s it, Sweetness. Yes, come on me, baby. Bathe my cock in your sweetness,” I commanded her, and like a good naughty girl, she did. Spectacularly so. Throwing her head back, she lifted her hands to her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples, the action helping her reach the climax we both so desperately needed. Watching her fondle herself was my detonator, so holding her down hard on me, I thrust up once, twice, three times more, and erupted inside her.

  “Fuck me, Sweetness. Yesss.” I groaned through my climax. I could feel my spunk filling her to the brink. I couldn’t believe how hard I was coming. The sensations were fucking phenomenal.

  “Deck, honey, yes, yes, oh God, yesss,” she cried out, and it was then I realised my climax triggered another one from Charlie. Her walls were fluttering around my still hard dick. I quickly flipped us so she was beneath me and pushed into her. I held myself deep in her as her body pushed up, grinding into me, allowing her to finish her orgasm.

  The noises she was making was like porn to my ears. I loved them, but not as much as I loved her.

  I wrapped Charlie in my arms and waited for our heavy panting to ease. I was still throbbing inside my woman, my dick wanting to go again, the dirty bastard. But I tried to control myself. Charlie was a small woman in most areas, and her pussy was no exception. There was no way I would ever inflict any pain on her deliberately.

  I rolled, taking my weight off her slight body until we are facing each other side by side. She had a sexy as fuck pink blush covering her face and body. The just-fucked-flush. She had a little whisker burn on her pretty, pert tits, and I was sure if I looked between her thighs, there would be a burn there, too.

  Spearing my hands through her mussed hair, I pushed it back so I could see her face, which I loved—so much better. Her eyes were the prettiest green I had ever seen. Her lips were swollen from my lovemaking, and they were so rosy, not red and not pink. Her nose was a sweet and cute button. And that smile. My smile—well, that was what I liked to think. She smiled it just for me. It was shy but also cheeky. I made her smile like that. I made her come more times than she thought she could, and her last orgasm, just the memory that I made her come because of how hard I did? Fuck, that made me feel ten fucking feet tall. If I could beat my chest and swing from a tree, I would.

  The silence between us was comfortable. I realised it always was. Whether we were in the club’s kitchen feeding Shiloh and ourselves or sitting in the main room on one of the couches as we watched my club brothers play pool and shoot the shit. We were comfortable.

  “Mmmmmm, that was pretty good, soldier boy,” Charlie drawled as she stretched in my arms. Her warm sweat-slicked body rubbed provocatively. I ran my hand over her hip and rested it on her heart-shaped butt, then pressed her closer against my dick before surprising her by giving her a gentle swat.

  “Good? Just good, Sweetness? So your ‘yes, yes, Deck, that’s it’ was what? Just for show?” I teased, doing a pretty bad imitation of her voice.

  “Ouch.” She feigned being hurt and then giggled softly. Her eyes strayed to Shiloh’s closed door.

  I didn’t know why she was so worried at that moment. Her screams were loud while I was balls deep inside her.

  I’d discovered long ago, when Shiloh was just a baby, she could sleep through anything the brothers could throw at her. When she was in a bassinet, there were times I’d wheeled her in it and sat her in the corner of the main room or in the war room during meetings. She’d slept through it all, and although I never had sex in this room before Charlie, I knew we were in the clear, but Charlie seemed to be a bit anxious.

  “Sweetness, you know she can sleep through a Harley starting up right next to her. Your sexy screams of desire and lust for me won’t even make her stir.” I laughed as I said it. She’d had a problem with how loud she was ever since Booth walked past our door one day and banged on it, asking her to keep it down. His tone had been light and joking, but Charlie still blushed every time Booth winked her way.

  I startled when Charlie gave my arse a swat of its own. Her smile was bright for a second, but then it dipped slightly, and I knew what was coming.

  “Okay, now serious stuff, honey. Tell me about Rainn,” she said softly. Her voice held no animosity or accusation, but I did detect a little hurt. And I hated that. But I hadn’t been a choirboy before her, and she knew it, accepted it even, but the thought it had been Rainn must hurt more.

  Sighing, I took a second before I answered. Her hand was tracing patterns along my spine. If she wanted to do that forever, I had absolutely no problem with that.

  “Rainn has been around the club since day one,” I started. My voice was quiet and calm. I tightened my arms around her when I felt her tense just slightly.

  “Has she always been with Mannix?”

  “No. At first, she was just a soul girl. She hung out with most of us, me included. We opened the strip club, and Mannix held auditions, and Rainn applied. Turns out, she is a fantastic dancer. And her and Mannix just sort of happened a year or so ago.” Explaining the dynamics of Rainn and Mannix’s relationship or lack of was not an easy thing to do. To the outsider, Mannix appeared to be an arsehole.

  “Being at a club party and arriving with Rainn then heading off to his room with another chick is not exactly great boyfriend material. But that is where people get their union wrong. He isn’t her boyfriend. Never has been,” I said with conviction. It was important Charlie didn’t jump to the wrong conclusion about my fellow commando.

  “So what you are saying is Rainn doesn’t have a problem with Mannix not committing to her?” she asked, sounding a little sceptical.

  “Well,” I began, not so convinced myself anymore, “she never used to. But lately, I am not too sure about that,” I allowed myself to say. I never got involved in any of my brothers’ private lives with women. This was the reason. Charlie pressed up against me, and while I was sated and ready for more, here I was gossiping. Christ almighty, spare me!

  Charlie was quiet for a second, so I waited her out. I didn’t want a jealous woman, but because I wanted Charlie more than my next breath, this needed to be sorted now.

  “When was the last time you were with her?” The question was quiet. I had to strain to hear it.

  No way, this wouldn’t do at all. Rolling us once again, I positioned Charlie on top of me. My sudden movement made her let out a tiny squeal, but I needed to see her face, not let her hide it against my chest.

  “Baby, I need you to hear this. And I need you to listen and understand, okay?”

  Charlie’s eyes were wide, and I knew it was because my voice was a little rougher than I usually used with her. She nodded her head twice, letting me know she was listening.

  “Serious shit here, baby. I slept with Rainn once about three years ago. I have never slept with Ingrid or Callie. My main girl was Shiloh’s mum. And since Squirt was born, I have been really familiar with my hand.” I stopped, but then I saw a question forming in her mind, and I put a stop to it instantly. “And before you ask, no, I have not slept with Vegas, either. Darth is one of my closest friends outside of the club, as well as Creed. And as far as I am concerned, Vegas belongs to Darth.”

  “Okay, hon
ey,” she replied, but I wasn’t convinced. Surely, it couldn’t be that easy.

  Raising my brow at her, I scoffed, “Okay?”

  Her smile was soft. “Yes, okay. I’m not a stupid woman, Deck. I know you have way more experience than me. Had more sexual partners than me. I have no right to come in here and start acting all crazy and territorial.” She gently brushed her fingers over my forehead, then leaned forward and graced it with a tender kiss. “You have never lied to me. Never given me any cause to doubt you. You brought me here, proud of your club, and asked me to accept it or not. I did. You have opened your heart and your life with your daughter to me.” Taking a shuddering breath, Charlie then gave me my smile. “You are honest as the day is long, Deck Johnston, and I am so in love with you. The possibility of not being with you hurts my heart, so yes, honey, my answer is okay. Now no more talk of Rainn or any other woman from your past.”

  Her words left me heaving with emotion.

  It was at that moment, hearing the love of my life saying those things to me, I realised how much I had wanted it. I just had to wait for the right person to have it with. I had to go through the horrors of war, losing Zoe twice—once to my brother, and then to death—spending years alone, busy being a single dad, business owner, and member of my club and my family to find this beauty, who was lying on top of me, staring at me with passion and love. Damn, I felt lucky.

  Flipping us again, I quickly found my way back into her tight, wet heat. One push in, and I was sheathed deep in my sweetness. My not so gentle thrust made her gasp.

  “Shit, you okay, baby?” I knew I was not as gentle as I should have been, but I was running on pure emotion at that moment. It was taking everything inside me not to pound into her sweetness and explode whatever was left from my balls—if there was anything left at all—into her tightness.

  Charlie nodded her head eagerly. Her legs fell open to the sides as far as she could get them to, and she had them spread far.

  The joys of a ballet dancer, I thought to myself, and not for the first time.

  I looked down and saw her pussy was still wet with our combined cum from our previous lovemaking. They were making it easier for her to take me again so soon. After giving her a second to adjust to me being in her, I took it easy, my thrusts slow and measured.

  “Don’t take your eyes off me, Charlie.” I growled when I saw her eyes start to flutter closed. She fought to keep them open, and it took her a few goes, but her bright green eyes found me.

  I needed her to watch me. This moment would live with me forever, deep inside me where no one could touch it or take it away from me. When I was on my own for whatever reason, and I needed something to keep me going, I knew I could call on this moment—the moment when I felt the greatest love of my life aside from my kid being born.

  After thrusting deep, and dragging myself out to the tip, I pushed slowly but forcefully back in. The sounds of her cunt taking my cock were the only sounds in the room. Even our breathing was quiet. We were just staring at each other, the intensity and the importance of the moment marked for both of us.

  “You’re mine,” I said as I lowered my mouth and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. There was no heat in my kiss. I just needed to touch her lips. It was a need I felt deep down from the deepest part of me, and her answering smile was blinding. I took it into my veins and used it for my sustenance to stay alive.

  “You’re mine,” she countered. Lifting her hips higher against my lower body, she forced me to stay deep even as I tried to pull out. Then we were just grinding against one another. Her hands suddenly came out and gripped my shoulders, steadying herself. Her eyes never left mine, just like I’d asked. She needed it, too. She felt the importance of our lovemaking.

  “I’m coming, Deck,” she whispered against my mouth.

  Oh, God, I felt it. The flutter of her inner walls started gently, and then they gripped me harder and harder until my cock had no other choice. Fuck me, it was coming, and I couldn’t stop it. Charlie’s loud moan of pleasure and the beautiful warm, wet gush of her climax on my cock were my undoing.

  Letting go, I looked deep into my woman’s eyes, glossy with passion and love, as I came with a deep, low groan of my own. And I marked it. Right there. The moment I knew for sure I’d found my happily-ever-after.

  “I love you, Sweetness.”

  “I love you, too, honey.”

  Marked. Enough said.

  27

  DECK

  As I stalked into the war room, my mood wasn’t good. In fact, it was pretty close to pissed the fuck off.

  My day started off the best possible way, deep inside my woman. First, she’d made me come by sucking me off—her blow job skills were coming along very nicely. Then I returned the favour. I hadn’t intended to fuck her, too, just eat her until she came, but her moans and groans of pleasure made my dick so fucking hard. I absolutely had no choice but to demand she got on her knees, and I’d ploughed hard into her until I’d emptied my balls for the second time in minutes.

  So why was I getting called off the site in the middle of the day when fifteen ten-foot-by-five-foot triple-glazed glass panels were about to be delivered? And with all the shit thrown at this job so far, I wanted to be there. Someone had better have a good fucking reason for that.

  “Deck, what the fuck is this about?” Creed growled from the door, not even in the room yet.

  “I’ve got the fucking council up my arse today about permits and shit. I need to be there.”

  I gave him a no-shit glare.

  “Understood, brother. I’ve got issues of my own at the site. Booth calling saying we all needed to be here including Darth is pissing me off. Those fucking glass panels are thirty-five hundred each. If I can’t be there, I need Darth there.” I said, raking my fingers through my buzzed hair, I barely hung on to the urge to punch something. The wall, table, Creed—anything would do.

  Finally, the door opened, and Booth stomped in with Mannix, Steel, and Darth following him. Their looks of annoyance and frustration mirrored Creed’s and mine.

  Then I saw Ford jogging in, his ever-present laptop and iPad juggling in his arms. He was such a contradiction. He was heavily tattooed, had a lanky body, and his face was pierced to the fuck. He wore large round gauges, stretched to the max, and yet, he was the best motherfucker with a computer there was. And if he was in here, then there was bad news on the horizon for the Wounded Souls.

  “All right, listen up.” Booth’s booming voice got our attention easily. We had all learnt to listen first and ask questions later or not at all. Just do as we are told. With Booth using this voice, I got a feeling we would be doing a lot of listening.

  “Ford has been doing some digging and looks like he might have found something.” Booth turned to the man in question. “Ford, you’ve got the room.” Booth sat at the head of the huge table, his expression grim like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And that gave me a very bad feeling.

  Ford opened his laptop. Then, pulling up the surveillance for our businesses, he placed it so we could all see. The seventeen-inch screen was broken up into six squares, and each square showed the front of each business.

  “Okay, so I was going through the camera footage the other night just on a hunch. I have tried my old contacts in the commandos and the army, and I pretty much drew a blank. But something had me checking the cameras,” Ford explained. But we all knew why he did. His gut instincts. Our lives in the battle zones depended most of the time on our guts knowing when to walk on and when to stop and take cover.

  Absently, I rubbed the tattoo on my waist—the dog tag numbers of our fallen team members. That day, our instincts had been off. First time ever. And we paid dearly. I pushed the memory of that day back into the recesses of my brain. Thinking about that clusterfuck was not my favourite pastime, and it wasn’t Booth’s, either.

  “Now, this footage is of the days when the shit started going down with each of the businesses. What do you see,
brothers?” Ford asked us all.

  Booth stood up and moved over to where he could see the screen better. He studied it intently. It only took a few minutes of silence from all of us to study and put together what we were seeing. The gun shop and range, the bar and grill, strip club, Creed’s custom bike shop, my current job site, and the front entrance to the club.

  “You seeing it, boys?” Booth asked. Obviously, he had and so had I, and by the reaction of my brothers, they did, too.

  “Dark blue SUV, 2015 Ford Ranger. Dual cab. Custom bull bar. The number plate is covered by an illegal ghost cover.” Mannix called out what we had all seen. In every picture, the same SUV was sitting out front of each place.

  Checking the time in each frame, I could see the vehicle had been there on the days when the complaints and problems happened the first time. Ford had called it right.

  Now, all we needed to find out was who, why, and if this was something more sinister. I looked closer at the image of the SUV sitting out front of the club compound, and what I saw made my blood run cold—the person in the car had what looked like a camera poking out the window. The image was blurry, but a trained eye could make out the outline of a hand, arm, and a black object held just outside of the window. When I looked even closer at the picture, I saw what the person was pointing the camera at—

  “What in the ever-loving fuck,” I heard Darth growl out.

  Momentarily stunned, I looked up at the big man and noticed he had seen exactly what I had.

  In the front car park of the compound, before you got behind the high-security fence, you saw my daughter and my woman.

  I felt rage like I had never felt before. Some motherfucker was sitting out front of my home and taking photos of my family. No fucking way. My head spun with so many emotions it was hard to keep them under control.

  “Who in the hell is this, Ford?” I directed my question at our tech guy first. He had the means to find out quicker than anyone else in the room at the moment. It had to be done right then. My baby girl was the reason my heart beat, and now Charlie was part of that beat. Their protection was my number one priority.