Page 44 of Wild Child
Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and he stops to wipe them away.
“I can and I will. You’re the most important thing to me, Charlotte. Live for the moment, whatever the consequences, right?”
He’s got a wild grin on his face, and his smile is infectious.
“So dry your eyes and grab your bike. We’re getting out of here.”
My pulse races as we cross the tarmac to where Colter parked our bikes in the workshop. I stuff my purse in the saddle bag and slide my helmet on.
The bike thrums to life underneath me, and I glance over at Quentin. My pulse is racing, and it picks up at the wild look in his eyes.
“Where to?”
He shrugs his shoulders, and there’s a wide grin on his face. “I don’t know, baby. Let’s just drive and see where the road takes us.”
We rev our engines, and I follow him out of the parking lot and down the mountain road. The wind whips at my face as we leave the Wild Riders MC clubhouse behind us.
21
QUENTIN
Two weeks later…
Late morning light steams through the window of the hotel as my eyes flicker open. A warm body presses against me, our limbs tangled in the sheets. The clock by the bed says it’s almost zero-nine-hundred hours. I can’t remember the last time I slept this late. Maybe it’s because there wasn’t a lot of sleeping happening last night.
We’ve spent the last few weeks exploring the seaside towns along the east coast, starting from North Carolina all the way to Miami. Sometimes stopping for two nights in a place we like, sometimes riding all day.
I have no idea where we’ll end up or what we’ll do when we get there. Charlie has taught me to live in the moment and not to think of the future. At some point we’ll need to. But not yet.
I roll over and sling my arm over Charlie, and she stirs under me.
“Morning.”
She grunts and rolls over, and I tuck myself into her body. She’s warm and sleepy, and I catch the scent of her shampoo as I nuzzle into her neck. Even though I only intended to snuggle, my dick lengthens.
She senses it and pushes her hips back and into me.
“Someone’s up and awake,” she murmurs, grinding into my hardness.
I stroke her arm and plant kisses on her delicate skin. She tastes of sleepiness and sweat from our actions last night.
I slide my hand over her stomach and upwards to find her breasts. My hand cups the soft flesh, and she gasps as I flick a nipple.
“Are the girls awake yet?”
“They are now.” Her voice is croaky and sexy in the morning, and it makes me want her even more.
I nibble behind her ear in the spot I’ve learned drives her nuts. She shudders against me and her body moves, pushing into me.
I pull the sheets out from where they’re tangled around our legs. We’re both naked, and I hook my leg over hers and slide forward. My cock nestles into the crevice between her butt cheeks, and the tip slips between her folds.
I groan at the heat and slickness it finds there. She’s already wet for me.
Charlie reaches a hand between her legs, and she guides me into position. I nudge inside and her back arches. She tucks her legs up and pushes her hips back, helping me go deeper.
My fingers strum her nipples and I plant kisses on her neck, her back, every part of her I can reach. My two weeks growth scratches at her skin, but she tells me she likes it. The rough with the smooth.
Her hand stays between her legs, and she strokes herself as I thrust.
