Page 23 of Gash (The Skulls #13)

them open, and continued to stroke inside her, in and

out.

Charlotte moaned, thrusting up against

his hands.

“ I want you to come for me,

baby, and scream my name.”

Flicking her clit, he repeated the action

over and over again, working her harder. He added a third finger

into her pussy, and sucked her nub into his mouth, sawing it with

his teeth.

“ Yes, Gash,

yes.”

“ That’s right, come for

me.”

He wanted her nice and soaking wet

before he fucked her. Seconds later she screamed his name as she

came, pushing herself down onto his fingers.

“ So good.” She yelled the

words, and they echoed around the room.

Gash didn’t give her the chance to get

over her orgasm before he was sliding inside her. He’d quickly

placed a condom over his dick, even as his hands were shaking. This

was different. The demons from their past were gone, and they only

had each other.

Slamming the last few inches inside

her, he stared into her eyes, filling her body with his dick. “Do

you feel me?”

“ Yes.”

“ This is how it’s always

going to be between us. You belong to me, and you were always

supposed to be mine.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“ Don’t cry.”

“ You’re saying the most

beautiful things when you’re supposed to be fucking me,” she

said.

“ I’m making up for lost

time.” He turned them suddenly, and had her straddling him.

Capturing her hips, he showed her exactly what he wanted. Charlotte

gripped his shoulders and slowly started to ease up and down his

dick.

Moving his hands up her body, he

cupped her tits, running his thumbs across the hardened tips. “Look

at you, baby, you look so fucking perfect.”

He slammed up inside her as she thrust

down onto his cock.

“ Yes, fuck, yes,” he said.

“Ride me, beautiful, take what you want.”

She rode up and down his cock,

and he

watched her, loving every single second of having his woman in his

arms.

H e turned her over, and started to thrust

his cock deep into her, going harder still.

“ Gash,” she said, screaming

his name.

“ I know, baby, this is how it’s

always going to be.” He rode her harder than before, wanting to

brand her pussy so that it would only ever want his cock. It was

sick and insane considering how many other women he’d been with,

but Charlotte was all his, and he wasn’t going to give her up, not

ever. Charlotte belonged to him and no one else.

Pulling out of her,

he started to thrust

inside her. She gripped him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around

her, holding her close. Gripping her ass, he claimed her lips,

slowing his pace so that he was making love to her, stretching her

pussy wider with his cock.

She cried out, moaned his name, and

thrust her hips up to meet him.

“ Do you feel that, Char?”

he asked. “I’m deep inside you, and your pussy knows what it wants,

what it needs.”

“ I need you,

Gash.”

“ Yes, baby, fuck. I love

you.” He didn’t need to hear the words from her lips. He knew what

her body was trying to say, and what she wouldn’t let it

say.

Gash would love her for the rest of his

life. She consumed his thoughts, tore him apart, and made him whole

again. This was the woman he’d really been in love with the whole

time. Seeing her again, being around her had made him see what he

wanted out of life. He wanted a change to be with her, to love her,

to show her what being his woman really meant. She helped him to

breathe again.

Reaching between them, he stroked her

clit as he fucked her pussy, riding her hard and deep.

With a few strokes she came apart in

his arms, and her pussy clamped around him. Gash gave himself over

to the pleasure, finding his peak, and hurtling over it as he

filled the condom with his cum.

This was his world now, Charlotte was

his everything, and he intended to keep it that way.

****

Charlotte rubbed at her eyes to

see sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. Gash held her

tightly to him with one arm beneath her head, and the other cupping

her breast. Glancing up, she saw he was indeed still asleep. She

had kept him busy into the early hours of the morning, both of them

making up for lost time. When she had finally fallen asleep, she’d dreamt

of Rebecca and Jeff. Those two had died in a way that terrified

her. Someone was after Gash, and she couldn’t shake the feeling

that it was going to come and bite them all in the ass.

Staring into his face, she slowly

traced the curve of his cheek.

“ I love you,” she said. It was

easier to say the words when he couldn’t actually hear them. She

had loved him from the first moment she saw him. Was she wrong to

love him? Why shouldn’t she just give into her feelings? They both

wanted each other, and when he told her that he loved her, she

believed him.

Sliding out from beneath him, she

stared down at her nakedness, and quickly grabbed his shirt and

shorts. Pushing her feet into socks, she tucked some hair behind

her ear, and went in search of a bathroom.

“ Who are you?”

She turned to see a brown haired woman

coming out of a room, carrying a small baby in her arms.

“ Erm, I’m

Charlotte.”

“ Oh, okay, that’s fine. I’m

Tate, Murphy’s old lady, and Tiny’s daughter.”

She gave a little wave. “I was looking

for a toilet. I wasn’t sneaking.”

“ No problem at all. I can

show you where a bathroom is. Come on.”

She followed Tate down a long hall

toward a bathroom.

“ There’s one. I’ll stand here. If

you look in the little basket underneath the sink you’ll

find some

wrapped toothbrushes. There’s always a supply. They’re like

condoms.”

“ Okay,” she said, speaking

up loud enough so the woman could hear.

Charlotte washed her hands after using

the toilet, before hunting for a toothbrush. Once she had brushed

her teeth, she opened the door to find that Tate was still

there.

Before she could speak, her stomach

started to growl, letting anyone who was close know that she was in

fact hungry.

“ Come on, Angel’s probably

already up. She’s got a weird internal clock that makes it easy for

her to wake really early. I’ve even known her to bake bread in the

morning.”

Smiling, Charlotte waited for her to

lead the way.

“ You’re not very talkative,

are you?” Tate asked.

“ Erm, I don’t really know

what to say.” She pushed her hair off her shoulder, walking side by

side with the woman.

“ You don’t need to find something

to talk about. Just be yourself, and we’ll be good. I’m really easy

to get along with.”

“ She’s lying,” another

woman said, coming out of a room carrying a large packet of

breakfast sausage.

“ Fuck off,

Prue.”

“ You’re Charlotte?” Prue

asked.

“ Yeah, I am.”

“ Has Tate tried to kill you

yet?”

Charlotte looked at the woman

with the

young baby. Tate could kill someone?

“ No.”

“ Don’t worry. Tate won’t

actually kill you. She just has an attitude,” Prue said.

“ Don’t listen to her. She’s just

in a mood because she ended up with Zero.” Tate stuck her tongue

out and made gagging sounds.

Prue rolled her eyes, and all the time

they kept on moving toward the kitchen. Angel stood in the kitchen,

and the scent of bread filled the large room.

“ I got the sausage,” Prue

said. “I found Tate and Charlotte on the way back.”

Angel turned, smiling at both of them,

before rushing toward them, hugging them.

“ I’m going to feed my kid,”

Tate said, taking a seat at the table.

Charlotte turned away as Tate started

to nurse her child.

Another feminine sigh made her look toward

the door. Eva, Tiny’s old lady, came into the kitchen with Tabitha

and Miles walking behind her. Charlotte did remember some of the

women’s and kids’ names as Gash had shown her several pictures he

owned.

“ Angel, how do you do it?” Eva

said, collapsing down at the table.

“ It’s not my fault. This

time, this little person decided to wake me up.” Angel was heavily

pregnant, and from the beautiful smile on her face, she was already

in love. Charlotte looked away, knowing what it was like to have

those feelings of love, and wishing it was the start of something

more.

One day maybe she would know

that feeling again, but not right now.

“ You’re all lovey-dovey,” Tate

said.

“ Does anyone know what

happened with Lacey, Whizz, and Daisy?” Eva asked.

“ Lash made sure the parents

signed over on the adoption. Everything is going through,” Angel

said.

Lacey chose that moment to walk into the

kitchen. Her hair was bound on top of her head, and she wore a

white tank and shorts. Ink showed down her arms, as she was heavily

tattooed. “What’s going on?” Lacey asked. “Are we having a women’s

meeting?”

“ Nah, talking about you and

your new kid,” Tate said.

A squeal released from Lacey. “We have

already gone shopping. Sally and I are going to decorate her room

all pink, and I’ve already got Whizz ordering furniture. Once all

this crap blows over, I’ve got plans.” Lacey clapped her hands, and

Charlotte chuckled. The woman’s excitement was rubbing off on

her.

“ I’m glad,” Angel

said.

“ Tell me about it, those

fuckers weren’t fit to be parents,” Tate said.

“ Did you know they left her

at school?” Eva asked.

“ Yeah, Angel told me,

fucking bad news.”

“ You get used to it,” a dark

skinned woman said, walking into the kitchen. “I’m Sunshine. I

belong to Alex. He’s the least popular of all The Skulls.” Sunshine

shrugged.

“ We all love Uncle Alex,”

Tate said.

“ Anyway, I just wanted you to

know that you get used to the whole chaos that is the club. The

women, they’re all over, and it just jumps from one to the other.”

Sunshine chuckled.

“ I hope so.” Right now Charlotte

didn’t have a clue how she was going to get along with all of these

women. They

had their own little spots, their own little roles to play. She sat

at the table and simply observed them. More women and then men

entered. The kids ran in as well, and the whole scene before her

was that of a family.

“ Hey, baby,” Lash said,

moving behind Angel, and touching her stomach. Charlotte watched as