Page 41 of Wild Child
Charlie kisses my earlobe. “Do it, sergeant,” she urges. “Make me your woman.”
Damn the consequences. An image of Charlie, her belly swollen with my baby, flashes in my mind. And I like it.
If those are the consequences, then I’m all in. Suddenly I don’t care that I might get her pregnant. I want to get her pregnant. I want this woman tied to me, with my children. I want a family with her, a future.
With a grunt, I thrust into Charlie. The warmth that envelopes me spreads through my body, and I don’t just feel it in my dick but in my heart and in my very soul.
Charlie cries out and I pause, worried I’ve hurt her. Her face scrunches up, and she tenses.
“Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.”
Her eyelids flick open, and we lock eyes. We’re both breathing hard, and for a few heartbeats we stare at each other.
Another car goes by, and the breeze sends a ripple of cool air over my backside.
Charlie’s shoulders relax, and her pussy releases its tight grip on me. Slowly, I move back and forward, finding the rhythm.
Another car passes, and the headlights bring her breasts into the light.
“You’re beautiful, Charlotte.”
I capture a nipple in my mouth, and she moans as I tease it with my tongue.
My hands grasp her hips and I brace my muscles, then lift her up. She gasps as the movement takes me deeper.
Then her thighs wrap around my hips. I push her against the truck, using it to take some of the weight and helping her to get the friction she needs.
We move together with the night surrounding us. The occasional whiz of a car passing sends a thrill through me every time.
Locked together, our bodies slam against each other as the pressure builds.
Charlie pants my name, and I don’t care if anyone is out here to hear us. All I care about is the pleasure that’s building in the base of my balls.
Then she explodes and her pussy tightens, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I let go, finally. I let go of all the pent up desire I’ve been carrying for this woman, the challenges, the sassy remarks, the yearning for her.
It explodes out of me, and I let out a loud bellow that sends a flock of nesting birds out of the power lines above us and into the sky.
“Charlie!” I cry into the night as I release all my desire into her.
She sags against me, trembling, and I ease her to the ground, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around her.
My knees are gritty with dirt, my t-shirt torn, and I don’t know where my underpants are.
But I don’t care. I have my woman and my new mission in life. To take care of her and make her happy.
As we stumble into our clothes, there’s a lightness in my chest I’ve never felt before.
I have Charlie, and I don’t care about the consequences.
20
CHARLIE
Quentin’s hand tightens in mine as we cross the parking lot to the Wild Riders MC headquarters. My dad’s bike is parked with the rest of the motorbikes which means he’s inside.
We took three days on the return trip, making love in rundown motel rooms on the side of the highway. There were plenty of opportunities to tell my dad, but Quentin wants to do it in person.
