Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“Bad, I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, you can. I’m not going to stop until you do. I want to feel your tight cunt squeezing me, Charity. I want to feel you fucking me, wanting me. I don’t want you to fucking stop!”
With each caress over her clit, he felt her cunt squeezing him.
He didn’t care if he had to stay inside her all freaking night long. He was determined to get what he wanted.
Her cunt wrapped around him, getting off on his dick. She moaned, whimpered, and when he had her toward that blissful peak, he finally felt her hurtle over the edge. Then he found his own release, holding her in place as he fucked her toward his orgasm, which only took a couple of strokes to get himself off.
You’re going to have to leave her. Bad didn’t like that thought.
There was no way he could keep her, but leaving her, knowing he was never going to see her again, that didn’t sit well with him.
He was still balls deep inside her, and he moved them both on the bed until they were lying, her back pressed to him. One hand rested on her hip.
He didn’t want to let her go.
Kissing her shoulder, he felt the aftershocks of her third orgasm.
At that moment, he thought about Colonel and Ape. They had found a woman to live on the open road with. Someone who didn’t want to raise a family, at least not yet.
Bad didn’t want to spoil the moment by asking way too many questions. She deserved better than that. but he didn’t have it in him to stick around. That was one of the reasons he left. The other … he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off Charity. She was everything he ever wanted.
He’d made a promise to Stevie, and he’d already broken it, twice, three times, if he counted the number of orgasms he’d given Charity.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“I can feel you thinking, Bad. What is it?” She eased off his cock and spun over, turning to face him. “Regretting what we just did?”
“No.”
“You’re not?”
“No. I’m … your brother would be pissed at me right now. I betrayed him.”
“How?”
“He told me I was never to fuck you. That you were completely off-limits to me.”
Chapter Four
Stevie had been very protective of her, but also a hypocrite. Double standards.
He’d expected her not to have the wanderlust because she was a woman, even though he’d planned a life that excluded her.
Right now, if he was in front of her, Charity would have gladly slapped him. They had argued about this a lot. Stevie had always used the guilt card with her. No matter what she did, or how she tried to tell him that this life he planned for her wasn’t what she wanted, he’d never listened.
Why?
He hadn’t wanted to.
That was for damn sure, and he’d been so fucking exhausting. He’d always told her about what he’d done for her. How he’d sacrificed everything for her. He’d stopped going to different clubs, had put off his initiation into the Satan’s Beasts: Nomad Chapter. All of it. So, she’d stuck around. She’d felt guilty for everything he’d given up just so she could grow up with her brother.
Now, she had to find out that he’d also stopped Bad from being with her.
“And you listened to him?” she asked.
“Of course. He was my best friend, and you were his little sister. I would do anything for you, for Stevie, anything.”
She nibbled on her lip because she couldn’t criticize him for doing exactly as she had done all of her life. “Did you, er, did you want me?” she asked.
“All the time. That never … it never stopped.”
“But you never acted on it.”
“No.”
“What does this mean?” she asked. Why had he suddenly acted on it?
“You’re leaving. I’m never going to see you again. Neither of us are ever going to see each other again. While you were telling me what Stevie had done and how you’d lived, I just, I loved Stevie like he was a brother, but I couldn’t not have you, at least this one night.” He put his hand on her cheek.
“There’s only us left, Bad.” She lifted and moved over him to straddle his waist. He still wore a used condom. “What my brother says, I know you want to honor him, but … it’s just us. His rules no longer apply. They can’t.”
Bad rested his hands on her thighs.
Charity didn’t know when she had become so bold, especially with Bad.
“He … he broke his promise,” she said.
“Charity…”
“Don’t Charity me. We both know that if he had just waited like you told him to, he would still be alive. He wouldn’t have been alone.” She took a deep breath. “He doesn’t get to … rule over us. I’m leaving soon. I won’t be back here. Not for a long time. Not until next year.” It broke her heart that Bad didn’t even consider keeping her or letting her tag along. “We only have tonight. Then you get to go back. So, why don’t we make the most of the next few hours?”