Page 13 of Bad Luck, Hard Love (Heaven’s Rejects MC #6)

I take a step closer, closing the gap between us.

My hand slips from her cheek, bypassing her neck and shoulders to fall to her hips.

I draw her flush against me before I lean down to kiss her.

Our lips meet again, this time much softer than before.

The kiss is slow and sensual, a dance between our tongues that ignites a fire within me.

With each passing second, the hunger within me grows.

I want to explore every inch of Charlotte’s body to make her feel desired and cherished.

I pull away from her. Her lips are red and swollen, and her chest heaves.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I tell her.

Charlotte obeys, perching lightly, anticipation radiating from her every movement. I approach slowly, eyes locked on hers—so open, so captivating.

I stop just inches away. My hands hover over her thighs, trembling with a mix of nerves and longing.

“May I touch you?”

A soft smile graces Charlotte’s lips as she nods, permitting me to explore the depths of her pleasure. I let out a shaky breath, my fingers descending upon the warmth of her skin. They trace delicate patterns along her thighs, sending shivers of delight coursing through her body.

The hemline of her dress shifts as she squirms, inching higher until the edge of her panties peeks out from under the dark fabric.

I lean in closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers. “You’re safe with me.”

I begin to kneel between her legs, her knees part wider to accommodate my body. She watches intently as my fingers trace higher, brushing against her pussy through her panties.

The heat radiating from her core sears through the flimsy fabric, and I can feel her dampness beginning to soak through.

Slowly, teasingly, I apply gentle pressure with my fingertips, feeling the slickness of her arousal against my touch.

She gasps, her back arching instinctively, and I can’t help but moan at the sight before me.

With every stroke, every featherlight caress against her sensitive flesh, her body responds with a symphony of quivers and trembles. Her breath hitches in her throat as she clings to the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white.

I lean in closer, my hot breath ghosting over the fabric covering her most intimate part. “Do you want me to taste you?” The question hangs thick in the air. Charlotte nods eagerly, a wordless plea escaping her lips.

With measured control, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs, leaving her completely bare before me. The sight steals my breath—her slick, aching need shimmering in the low light.

My mouth waters. I lean in, tongue flicking out to taste her, slow and deliberate.

“What’s your safe word, Charlotte?” I ask her.

“Zip-line,” she repeats.

“Good girl.”

A low moan escapes Charlotte’s lips as soon as my tongue touches her delicate flesh, sending vibrations of pleasure coursing through her body. I delve deeper, savoring every delicious taste she offers. The tangy sweetness of her arousal fills my senses, intoxicating me further.

“The sounds you make, Charlotte… sweet like an angel’s voice.”

My fingers slip between her slick folds, exploring the wetness that coats her entrance.

I tease and stroke her swollen clit with increasing intensity, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her sensitive flesh.

Charlotte’s moans grow louder, echoing through the room as she loses herself in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her legs quivering as her orgasm builds. With each flick of my tongue and curl of my fingers, she edges closer to the precipice of release. I continue to push her higher, determined to take her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Her grip on the edge of the bed tightens, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her pleasure. I can sense her need for release. And with a final, deliberate stroke, I bring her to the brink.

“Give it to me, sweetheart. Let go.”

Charlotte cries out, a guttural sound that fills the air as a powerful orgasm crashes over her.

Her body convulses beneath me, muscles clenching and releasing in delicious waves of bliss.

I keep my touch gentle and steady, riding out the aftershocks until she finally collapses onto the bed, breathless and satiated.

As she lies there panting, a satisfied smile graces her lips. She reaches out for me. Her hands go to my fly, but I stop her.

“No.”

“No? But I thought?” Hurt and confusion on her pretty face.

“I’d love nothing more than to be inside you right now. I may regret this later, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you.”

“I don’t understand.”

I sit back on my heels, eyes locked on Charlotte’s flushed face.

Taking a steadying breath, I gather my thoughts.

“Charlotte, you deserve to be the center of attention tonight,” I say softly. “I don’t want anything in return.”

“What if I want you? What if I want to feel you inside me?”

“We have time for that, sweetheart. I meant it. Tonight, it’s about you.”

Charlotte reaches out and takes my hand in hers, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I’ve never had someone put me first like this.”

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her forehead. “You should have always been worshiped, Charlotte,” I say softly. “Just trust me and let go.”

And she does. I worship her body until she drifts off to sleep in my arms, satisfaction and exhaustion pulling her under.

Shifting her away from my body, I stalk to the bathroom.

When I return, Charlotte is sprawled out in the middle of the bed like a starfish, her arms and legs outstretched, taking up the space.

I shake my head, quietly laughing until my phone vibrates in my pocket. I retrieve it and find a text from V.

Good news, I found the guys you were looking for. Bad news, they were there with Ace.

Fuck, this just got more complicated than I thought.

I grab my phone and step outside to the balcony, shutting the door behind me. I dial V’s number, and he answers immediately.

“That didn’t take you long.”

“Tell me,” I order.

A shuffling noise comes from his end of the receiver. “Sorry, I was putting Leia down for the night. I traced back the bar’s video feed with the time you gave me. That brunette is smoking, by the way.”

“Not the fucking point, V.”

“Any who…Ace comes into the club about twenty minutes after you left and beelines for the VIP area. They don’t have cameras back there, but I did get them coming out together. The four guys and Ace looked pretty pissed.”

I lean against the balcony railing, my heart pounding with frustration. V’s words hang in the air, fueling my determination to uncover the truth.

“Did you see where they went?” I ask

“I didn’t, man. They headed out to the main lobby, and I lost them in the crowd.”

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “There’s something going on. Those guys drugged Charlotte and Minny, and then Ace shows up. There’s a connection there, and I have no idea why.”

“What about the girl? They seemed more interested in the brunette. Maybe she was their target.”

The thought of Charlotte being in their crosshairs put my teeth on edge. She came here on a whim, or so she said, so how could it be a coordinated attack if no one knew she was coming here? None of this makes sense.

“What’s her name? Maybe I can find something on her.”

I hesitate. Intruding on her privacy is the last thing I want to do, but if it will connect the dots and protect her, I have no other choice.

“She said her name was Charlotte. She’s staying with a friend here for a conference. First name is Minny.”

V’s keyboard clicks in the background. “Not much to go with, but I’ve done more with less. I have access to the hotel’s guest list.” He types quickly. Only the sound of the keyboard comes from his side of the call.

“Got it. Room five-zero-three?”

“That’s the one.”

“The room is registered to a Minerva Casey. There’s a second guest listed. Charlotte Myers. What can you tell me about her?”

“She lives in San Simeon, and she’s divorced. It’s recent. Ex was an abusive bastard.”

“Fucker,” V remarks. “Pulling up California divorce records...” He hums that fucking elevator music again. “One moment, please.” He mimics the voice of an automated call, the sound pissing me off more than the humming.

“Charlotte Myers, maiden name by the way, divorced a Terrance Roberts of Calabasas six months ago.” He types more.

Presley’s muffled words come through the receiver.

“Helping Thor, baby. I’ll be up to bed soon…

Presley says hi.” He pauses, “She does live in San Simeon. Looks like she purchased the place shortly after her divorce.”

“V, find me everything you can on Terrance Roberts,” I demand. “Especially that cocksucker’s address.”

“Looks like he’s got a record. Assault charges, restraining orders...this guy is a piece of work. None of them from her, though. I tried to see the settlement documents for her divorce, but they’re sealed. I could try their attorney’s office, but that will take a bit more time.”

I clench my fists, anger bubbling up within me. How dare he lay a hand on Charlotte? I swear under my breath, vowing to make him pay for what he’s done.

“Find out what you can, V.” I hang up the phone and lean against the balcony railing, my mind swirling with thoughts of revenge.

I turn to look at Charlotte’s sleeping form on my bed through the glass.

Her innocent face is turned to me while she sleeps.

I step back inside the room, quietly shutting the door behind me.

The moonlight spills into the room, casting a soft glow on her features. I approach her with caution as if she might shatter at the slightest touch. Gently, I brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, revealing the vulnerability etched on her face.

I can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness as I gaze down at her. How could anyone inflict harm on such a delicate soul? Anger courses through me, fueling my determination to bring justice to the man who hurt her. I promise myself that I won’t rest until I’ve made him pay for his sins.

They’ll all pay for touching her.