by Lane Hart
Unable to think of any new ideas, I call up Danny for the fifth time today from my seat at the head of the empty table to see if his team has found anything new, even though I know he would’ve called if they have.
“We’re working around the clock here, Roman,” he says when he answers the phone without even a greeting.
“I know,” I reply. “I just don’t like waiting around when I feel like I should be doing something.”
“Fine. If you want something to do, I can give you the names and addresses of the three vehicles we believe they’ve used. Maybe if you go by in person and talk to the owners or other people who were in the area, maybe you can find someone who saw one of them and could’ve gotten a look up close.”
“Let me have it,” I tell him, grabbing up my pen and turning over the back of the sheet.
“Give me a second to find my notes,” he says with a sigh just as a knock sounds on the open chapel door. I look over, expecting to find one of my brothers when, in fact, it’s Charlotte.
“Hey,” I say, surprised to see her here at the clubhouse. After last night and her reaction this morning, I thought she would’ve been hiding under the covers all day, refusing to speak to me because she was embarrassed. Standing there in a bright yellow sundress, the same color as her long hair, she doesn’t look like she’s ashamed at all. And there’s no reason she should be. Drunk Charlotte finally let me do to her what her body has needed for years.
“Hey,” she replies.
Wait, if she came by here instead of waiting for me to see her at the house tonight, something could be wrong.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” After that one softly spoken word, she shuts the door and then strolls casually over to my chair in her strappy white shoes, making me actually believe her. Charlotte is not the type of woman to hold back when she’s worried or stressed. In fact, she looks calmer and cooler than I’ve ever seen her. Well, other than last night when her head was thrown back and her lips were parted as she moaned with pleasure.
And just like that, my dick swells down my jean leg like I’m a horny, fifteen-year-old virgin.
“I’m, ah, just finishing up a call with Danny,” I tell her, dropping the pen to rearrange my cock so the hem of my jeans isn’t bending it the wrong way. “What are you up to?” I ask as her eyes follow the movement.
“Not much,” she says when she leans her ass against the table, putting me eye level with her stomach, her tits nearly spilling out the top of her dress. “I remembered last night,” she tells me, causing my eyes to finally lift to her face where her cheeks are growing a rosy red.
“You did?” I ask her with a grin.
“I did. And I remember I was selfish.”
“Selfish?” I repeat since that was the last word I would’ve used to describe her last night. Wild, sex-crazed, hot as fuck would be more appropriate.
“I owe you an apology,” she adds while I’m still processing the selfish comment.
“You do?”
“Would you prefer that I apologize with words or actions?” Charlotte asks.
Hold on. Is she flirting with me right now? She hasn’t really done that before except when she was drunk.
“Did you drive yourself here?” I ask in concern.
“Yes, why?” she asks.
“Just wondering if you’ve been drinking.”
“For your information, I’m totally sober. So, now will you answer the question?”
Apologize with words or actions?
I still don’t know what she means by actions, but Charlotte is like a nervous cat. The more you chase the nervous pussy, the more terrified it becomes and the longer it hides. You have to coax it out slowly which is why my balls are in agony right now, demanding I give them relief.
Before I have a chance to respond, Danny’s voice sounds in my ear. I forgot I was still holding the phone when he says, “Okay, I’m back.”
“Roman?” Charlotte asks.
“Ah, you decide,” I tell her.
“Decide what? I thought you wanted the names and addresses,” Danny says, his tone one of frustration.
“Sorry, I do want the names and addresses,” I agree, picking up my pen again and positioning it over the paper. Glancing up at Charlotte’s face, I try to read what’s going on with her while I tell Danny, "Go ahead. I’m ready.”
Apparently, Charlotte thinks I’m talking to her, because she sinks down to her knees and reaches for my belt buckle.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” I whisper to her.
“Give me a second, Roman. I’m running on two hours of sleep,” Danny grumpily mutters into my ear, assuming I’m talking to him. Charlotte, on the other hand, doesn’t answer me. Her fingers just continue undoing my belt and then my jeans, pulling my zipper down while I stare down at her in complete and utter shock.
“The first one is for Hessler’s Flooring Company in New Bern,” Danny says followed by numbers, a few letters, maybe a road thrown in there. Hard to recall because my achingly long, hard cock is being freed from its prison in my jeans by Charlotte’s small hand. As if in slow motion, her darker than normal blue eyes stare up at me as her mouth opens wide, and then her hot, wet tongue is coating the underside of my Johnson.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as my eyes slam shut from the incredible sensation that feels so foreign and yet so familiar at the same damn time.
“What?” Danny asks, reminding me I’m still on a call with him.
Since Charlotte has removed her mouth to try and tug my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs a little lower, I lift my hips and ask him to repeat the information that I quickly jot down on the paper. He’s halfway through the information for the second vehicle when Charlotte’s tongue licks the crown of my cock and the tip of the pen presses down so hard on the page it leaves a gouge in the wooden table.
“More. Please,” I look down and beg Charlotte when her mouth retreats. While watching me, she runs the tip of her tongue around and around my rim before brushing it over my slit to lap up the drops of pre-cum.
“So, the third one…” Danny starts, but I quickly interrupt him.
“H-how about you just email me this shit?” I ask him in rush.
“What? Why? We’re almost finished now. Just one more to go,” he huffs.
He gives me more letters and numbers that I scribble down on the page. The paper looks like I wrote it all with my left hand while it was shaking, because now I am thanks to Charlotte, who is no longer teasing with her tongue. Her mouth is covering several inches and sucking hard before she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan as my hips leave the chair and I toss the pen down to grab the back of her head to cup it as it bobs faster and faster.
“You got all that?” Danny asks.
“Yes!” I gasp.
“Okay, good. I’ll call when I know more.”
“Please! Fuck! Thank you!” I exclaim to him and Charlotte both. I slam the phone down on the table without even bothering to see if the call is ended before I yank Charlotte up onto my lap to get my mouth on hers that’s been driving me crazy.
“Did you…enjoy that?” she asks against my lips. I grasp her face in my palms to keep myself from slamming her hips down on my cock and fucking a hole through her panties.
“Mmm,” I moan as her fingers reach down between us and fist my still wet dick. Fuck, I want her to ride it.
“I bet…you would enjoy it more…if you actually got to…finish,” she gasps between my demanding kiss as she starts to stroke me in her tight fist.
And while I would rather finish by pounding my cock inside of Charlotte so hard she screams my name, I’ll take whatever I can get from her.
I break our kiss to throw my head back when I get so close the muscles in my thighs and stomach tighten.
“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to slam your tight little pussy down on my hard cock last night?” I choke out. “Right now? Every second I’m
fucking near you?”
Charlotte’s knees on either side of my outer thighs squeeze suddenly, telling me she’s just as affected and wants me as much as I want her. But we’re taking shit slow and her mouth just made it all worth the wait since I’m about to come so hard I may black out.
Her fist keeps pumping as Charlotte leans forward, pressing her tits right against my chest. Then her mouth leaves mine to lick and suck her way up the side of my neck, making me feel the wet suction all the way down to my heavy balls. When her tongue makes her way to my ear, she whispers, “Come for me, Roman,” and I erupt like a geyser in her hand.
“Holy shit!” I shout as the pleasurable tremors finally come to an end, and I stop bucking wildly in my chair. “What did I do…to deserve that…so I can do it again?” I pant.
“You’ve done so much,” Charlotte says as she tucks my spent dick back into my jeans and wipes the mess on her palm on my boxer briefs. “You’ve helped Tessa and the other women with the financial burden of getting counseling, and you’ve never stopped trying to track down the people responsible. And last night, you took care of me without asking for anything in return, so I thought it was finally time for you to be rewarded for all the things you do for other people.” Zipping up my jeans, she says, “It’s the least I could do until I’m ready to do other things with you.”
“You mean until we…have fun together?” I ask.
“Right. Have fun,” she replies. “And based on what we’ve done already, I have no doubt that it will exceed all expectations.”
“I agree,” I tell her. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Roman,” Charlotte says before she climbs off my lap and straightens her dress. “So, are you ready to come home?”
Wincing, I tell her, “Not yet. In fact, I may be in late tonight because I want to follow up with the owners of the vehicles Danny traced to the…kidnappers.”
“Oh, well, yeah, you should definitely do that,” she agrees.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” I assure her. “Will you be okay alone? Do you want me to send one of the guys over to stay with you?”
“No, I’ll be fine,” she says with a wave of her hand that I don’t totally buy. God, she’s as stubborn as I am.
“I’ll have Conrad hang around just to be safe,” I tell her when I kiss her lips. “And thank you, for earlier.”
“You’re welcome,” Charlotte says with a smile. “Now go and get your business done and come home.”
I start to tell her how much I love hearing her call my place home, but refrain. We’re taking things slow, not just the sex but everything, which definitely includes not asking her to move in with me just yet.
Chapter Sixteen
Charlotte
* * *
Roman was gone before I woke up this morning; and without him there to wake me up, I slept longer than I meant too. He doesn’t usually sneak out without saying goodbye or leaving a note, although I do vaguely remember him saying something about having to be somewhere early this morning before I fell asleep last night. It’s crazy, but I miss him when he’s gone, even though I know I’ll see him later in the day. The man is a machine. He’s been working his ass off all day, every day trying to find the men who hurt Tessa while still handling all of his normal business workload. Roman is amazing, unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. He’s constantly trying to help others, and the protector vibe he puts off is incredibly hot.
After I catch up with some emails from work on my laptop, I get a shower and drive over to see Tessa.
I can tell something is off with my best friend as soon as I find her in the sunroom. She’s staring out the window too intently, not like she’s looking at something out there, but as though she’s lost in her own head. Something is wrong, because she never looks so distraught. Even through the trauma she’s experienced, she’s been incredibly upbeat and optimistic during our visits.
“Hey girl,” I say as I approach, causing her to jump half out of her seat.
“Oh! Hey,” Tessa replies with a forced smile before she settles down, her fingers clutching the armrests of the chair tightly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” Tessa replies, which I know is a lie. She’s not fine. Weeks here with the best psychiatrist money can buy won’t make her fine. Time won’t make her fine. She’ll never be fine again, and I hate that so much it makes me nauseous.
“Having a rough day?” I ask.
“No. Why do you say that?” she says when she retakes her seat.
“You seem a little on edge is all,” I tell her.
“Oh, well, I didn’t expect you today since you didn’t come with Roman.”
“Roman?” I repeat.
“Yeah, you just missed him.”
“Roman was here?” I ask in confusion. “Visiting you?”
“Yeah. Well, not really ‘visiting.’ He and Verek came with a sketch artist.”
“They did what?” I exclaim.
“A sketch artist. You know, like the guy who draws someone based on their description…”
“I know what a sketch artist is. I’m just so sorry that he brought one to see you and asked you… I told him it wasn’t a good idea!”
“It’s fine, Charlotte. No need to get upset.”
“You’re obviously upset now, jumping when I walked up and staring off into space, and that’s Roman’s fault!”
“He said all of us could give the description to finally catch the bastards,” Tessa explains. “Although, I should probably check on the other girls…see how they’re holding up after…”
“After reliving a nightmare?” I offer.
“It wasn’t that bad,” she huffs.
“Tessa, I’m so sorry he had you talk about all that. I know you don’t like to, and I never wanted you to have to try and remember details.”
“Hopefully, something I remembered will help find one of the men, and that’ll lead to the others,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders that are leaner than ever before. I bet she’s lost ten pounds or more over the past two weeks. She was already trying to get thin as a rail for the wedding.
“Roman is going to get an earful from me tonight!” I assure her.
“Go easy on him, Charlotte. The man is trying to help.”
“He went too far, though.”
“Maybe. Maybe he hasn’t gone far enough,” she replies as she gets to her feet. “I hate to cut our time short, but I really better go check on the other girls, see how they’re holding up.”
“Sure, of course,” I agree. “I’ll see you tomorrow. First thing.”
“Sounds good,” Tessa says as she wraps me up in a quick hug and then lets me go. “Bye, Charlotte.”
“Bye,” I reply as she hurries out of the room.
Roman
* * *
“What the hell were you thinking?” Charlotte bellows when she bursts into our Kings’ meeting and interrupts. I really should put a lock on that door to not only keep her out, but because lately this room has become the place where Charlotte and I fool around every night. Not at my house or in my bed, but here in the clubhouse in my chair. For a week now, we’ve been dry humping and giving hand jobs like high school kids. And while touching her and getting off is both fun, I want more.
No, I need more and so does Charlotte, if she wasn’t too stubborn to finally give in and stop acting like she’s cheating on her husband with me. Both of our emotions are running high, and I had a feeling that today might end in an argument.
No, I was certain this afternoon would be explosive, causing friction between Charlotte and me. Still, I felt it needed to be done, though, and I stand by that. None of the owners of the stolen vehicles could provide us with descriptions of the suspects. No, we had to get them from the only people who have seen their faces. Therefore, I will not have this hard-headed woman come into my meeting and chew me out.
“Get out,” I say through clenched teet
h. Half of the nine men at the table automatically get to their feet, casting confused looks at each other. “I was talking to Charlotte,” I clarify.
She scoffs, and then her face turns bright red before she crosses her arms over her chest. I know what she’s going to say before the word leaves her sexy lips. “No.”
I slam my palm on the table so hard it’ll sting for days, making her jump. “Now, Charlotte!”
At least that reaction she respects. In fact, she reaches for the door handle and pulls it closed silently.
“You’re gonna pay for that later,” Winston mutters.
“No, she is gonna pay for that later,” I grit out. “Now, where were we?”
“Um, I was saying that…” Leo mumbles something I can’t hear at the head of the table.
Knowing that if I yell at him, he will wilt, I take a deep breath to calm myself. Leo is a good guy, and he maintains the clubhouse spotlessly. He can be as fierce as his namesake in a fight; but for some reason, speaking in front of the group gives him so much anxiety he squeaks like a mouse. “Say again a little louder, Leo. I’m afraid I got my blood up and it’s pounding in my ears!”
“Sorry, prez,” Leo says a bit louder. “I was just letting you know that I was able to work with our distributor and negotiate a deal on a bulk purchase of some top shelf liquor. We’re going to come in under budget for the next few months on alcohol. I wanted to ask the table if you want to keep prices steady to make more profit, or if you wanted to start the busy season off with a bang by hosting some big shindigs and pouring out some cheap drinks.”
“Damn, Leo,” Cannon snorts. “That might be the best fucking question you ever asked at this table. I second the shindigs. Let’s pass some savings on to our tourist friends and lure them into the club. We’ll make up for cutting prices just in the amount we’ll sell and turn a profit either way; right, Verek?”
