Page 32 of Gash (The Skulls #13)

Charlotte was so warm, and it felt so good to be warm. She opened her eyes, and frowned as she blinked sleep from her eyes. It had been over seven years since she had a good night’s sleep free of nightmares. She became aware of a rock hard body at her back with a thigh between hers.

That was something she’d never woken up to. Gash had been completely out of it the night they had slept together, and there hadn’t been any kind of snuggling like this.

Glancing behind her back, she saw that Gash was wrapped around her. His large body held her in place, not letting her move.

“Stop moving,” he said.

“You’re awake.”

“It’s hard to sleep, babe, with you moving around all crazy. Just go back to sleep.”

“You’re holding me!”

She yelled the words, shocked that he was holding her. It had been the best night’s sleep of her life, and now she knew why. Gash had been wrapped around her, and she couldn’t think of any other excuse as to why she slept so well.

“I’ve not slept like that in years, and it feels so damn good.”

She tried to wriggle again and came into contact with his dick. He was rock hard. Charlotte didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Moving on my dick is not exactly going to help the situation, babe. You’re turning me on, and I love a nice warm pussy in the morning.”

“I’m not yours.”

“You possess a nice pussy though. I bet if you let loose one time, you’d be soaking wet and begging for my cock.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah, I don’t want to shut up.”

The hand on her stomach moved down, and before she could stop him, he cupped her pussy between her thighs. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fight what you want, and give yourself a chance to have what you want.”

“I don’t want you.”

“You don’t? How long has it been since a man has touched this body, Charlotte?”

His hand slid beneath her night shirt and touched her intimately.

Charlotte couldn’t fight the arousal that rushed around her body.

“I feel how wet you are, babe. You’re soaking wet, and I’m not even touching the lips of your pussy. Open up for me, and I’ll show you what a good time is really all about.”

As he was talking, he’d already slid his hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. “Ah, there she is. You’re so wet, Charlotte. You’re coating my fingers.”

He kept teasing her pussy, and Charlotte, she couldn’t fight anymore. It had been over seven years since she was with a man, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Spreading her thighs, she moaned, and he pressed two fingers inside her as his thumb stroked over her clit. “That’s it, Charlotte, let go, and give me those cries.”

Moaning, she closed her eyes, and thrust her pelvis up against him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot. How did I not know this? I’d have taken you out for a test drive.”

It was like a bucket of cold water was thrown over her.

They had been together, and it had resulted in something that had sent her crazy. Slamming her elbow against his stomach, she jumped out of bed. Gash cursed, releasing her long enough so that she could get free.

“Don’t touch me.”

She was shaken to the core, and her body was on fire for his touch. Two completely different emotions, and it was sending her already sensitive mind haywire. This was not the way to handle the situation with Gash. He was back in her life for them both to kill Rebecca and Jeff. Then it would be finished between them with either him killing her, or them parting ways. She didn’t see any future between them. The moment his hands were on her, it had reminded her of how they had once been together, and that wasn’t going to happen again. Gash would destroy her, and he didn’t even have a clue of the kind of power he had over her. Only she remembered what happened between them.

“I’m sorry. You were hot for—”

“Don’t. Don’t be an asshole. Are we leaving today?”

she asked. The sooner she got this done, the happier she’d be.

“Yes. If we make good time.”

“I’ll get ready.”

She had no intention of lingering with him.

She grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe, and rushed into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she rested her elbows on her knees, and took several deep breaths.

Everything is okay.

Just breathe.

You’re alive.

You’re alive.

She chanted over and over in her head as tears filled her eyes.

You don’t need him.

You’re stronger than anyone.

In that moment, she didn’t feel strong. She was weak. One night he’d been back in her life, and she’d been ready to let him play with her. Charlotte couldn’t even blame him. She’d known he was drunk, but it didn’t stop it from hurting any less. It wasn’t going to happen. There was no way she was sleeping with him. She was stronger than that, and she wouldn’t give in to him.

“Charlotte,”

Gash said.

“Go away. I’m getting dressed.”

She wiped away the tears that she hadn’t realized had fallen. Standing up, she stared at her reflection, and was transported to a distant memory.

“It’s done,”

Jeff said.

“Done?”

Charlotte croaked out the word, holding the blanket up to her chin. “What’s done?”

“You don’t really think we’d let you carry his child, did you? It’s so stupid what you did, Charlotte. You were never supposed to be part of this, but I guess you just couldn’t help but stick your fucking nose in where it doesn’t belong.”

Jeff pressed his hand against her head, and leaned in close. “Now, you will pay.”

“You took my baby?”

she asked.

“You were going to fight us, Charlotte.”

She whimpered, and placed her hands on her stomach as she was overcome with a deep wave of sadness. “You killed it?”

“Yes. The baby you had, it’s now gone.”

Charlotte screamed. Reaching across to the pitcher of water, she slammed it against him. The pitcher smashed, and as she grabbed a shard of glass in her hand, not caring that it cut her deeply, she tried to attack him. Her body was not her own, and as she stood on the glass, pain shot between her thighs, and on her feet. She tried to attack him, slashing him with the makeshift blade.

Charlotte came out of the memory, and shivered. Nurses had rushed into the room, strapping her down. The next time she came to, Jeff had been gone, along with her baby, and she had tried to kill herself. After trying to end her life three times, she was committed to a psychiatric hospital where she spent the next five years trying to ease the pain in her heart by using every chance she had to take her own life. It was only when a good doctor finally got through that she started to fight. It was ironic. Gash got out of prison at the same time that she got out of a hospital. She wasn’t the same woman who entered that hospital, and for the past two years she had tried to make a life for herself.

Gash coming back into her life had given her the best kind of medicine that he didn’t even realize he was offering. He gave her a chance at revenge, at killing the man and woman who did this to her.

Staring at her reflection, she wiped away the last of her tears.

You can do this.

She pictured Jeff Wright in her mind, and how damn smug he thought he was. Coming back from her business trip to discover that Gash had been falsely accused of rape and murder, she’d been about to get in touch to tell them the truth about Gash. Charlotte had heard the date that Gash was supposed to have raped Rebecca then murdered her boyfriend. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t him because that night, Gash was with her, making love, giving her a baby that was later torn from her. Gash would have known she’d be able to help him because when he woke up the next morning, he’d seen her.

Charlotte had been his alibi, and he’d known it, which was why he came after her. He didn’t know what they did, what they made together, nor what was taken from her. Gash had known he’d been at the apartment that night with her, and that was all.

Getting dressed, Charlotte tied her hair back and made her way out to the kitchen. Gash was at her stove cooking pancakes, or better yet, he was burning them.

“What are you doing?”

“Cooking breakfast.”

“We can eat on the road.”

She grabbed her purse and jacket.

“I’m sorry about this morning in your bed,” he said.

“You’re apologizing?”

“I’ve never taken something that wasn’t offered before in my life. I’m ashamed of myself, and even though we were once friends, and now I consider you—I don’t know what I consider you—it’s still wrong.”

His apology took her by surprise.

“Okay, wow, I accept.”

“Good.”

He dumped the pan into the sink, and moved toward her. She couldn’t look away as he pulled his Skulls leather cut onto his shoulders, and ran fingers through his hair. He really was a good looking man, and one that always affected her.

Think about Jeff.

She and Gash were never going to have a relationship. Too much crap had passed for that to ever work.

****

It took several hours to get to Fort Wills, and they made a couple of stops for eating, and toilet breaks. Gash loved having Charlotte on the back of his bike. He made her wear a helmet, and she clenched him tightly as they rode. Part of him was tempted to make the trip last longer just to have her wrapped around him a bit more, but he didn’t do it. Pulling into The Skulls clubhouse, he saw several brothers repairing their bikes, and a couple of the club whores having a smoke.

Pulling up next to Steven, he waited for Charlotte to climb off his bike, and when she was about to fall into a heap, Steven kept her upright.

“It’s all right, baby,”

Steven said.

Climbing off his bike, he was about to move Steven out of the way when the brother took Charlotte’s helmet off for her. In the process, her hair was pulled out, and Gash couldn’t look away as she ran fingers through it. The brown of her hair, and the strands fanning out, triggered a memory. He remembered that hair sliding down his body before she took his cock into her mouth.

Shaking away the dream, he took hold of her hand, locking their fingers together. Again, he didn’t know why he needed to hold her, only that he had to.

“So, who are you?”

Steven asked.

“I’m Charlotte.”

“Well, Charlotte, I’m Steven, and I’m the guy you need if you want me to rock your world.”

“Her world is already rocking. Back off,”

Gash said.

“You got dibs.”

“She’s mine.”

“Whatever, man, it’s your call. I’ll go back to my bike. Weather says it’s about to snow or some shit, and I don’t want my baby in trouble.”

Rolling his eyes, Gash made his way toward the clubhouse.

“He seemed nice.”

“He’s not.”

“I’m not your girl.”

“You’re not a club whore, Charlotte. Until further notice, you’re mine.”

They entered the clubhouse, and he wasn’t surprised to see kids running around the clubhouse. There was a time when this place was for men only. Now, it was just a family clubhouse, or at least, during the day it was. He spotted Blaine and Emily in the corner, talking. Their daughter would be in school along with Miles, Tabitha, Rachel, Anthony, and Sally. Sally was Whizz and Lacey’s adoptive daughter who was fifteen years old.

Angel came out of the kitchen with Markus walking behind her. Markus was Kelsey and Killer’s son.

“You’re back,”

she said, the moment she spotted him.

She gave him a big hug, and he released Charlotte long enough to hug her back. Angel was exactly as her name suggested, an Angel. There was a time when he first got out of prison when he believed Angel was trying to break her wedding vows and fuck him. He’d been wrong, dead wrong. She wanted to be his friend, and that was all. Her love for Lash was strong, and she would never cheat.

“Angel, I’d like to introduce you to Charlotte.”

“Hey, Charlotte, it’s lovely to meet you,”

Angel said, drawing the woman at his side into a hug. Angel just couldn’t help it. She saw the good in everyone, and at times it worried him that she was going to end up dead for it.

“Angel? Is that like a club name or something?”

Charlotte asked.

Gash glared at her, but Angel laughed it off.

“You would think so, right? Nah, it’s my real name, and I’m not joking around.”

Charlotte was red. “I’m so sorry. I don’t really know much about the whole MC thing.”

“And yet you’re friends with Gash.”

“I wouldn’t call us friends.”

Angel smiled. “You’re the first person that I know who he’s invited here. That would make you his friend.”

“You’re back already?”

Lash asked, coming up behind Angel. He held her hip and reached out to shake his hand.

“Yeah. Lash, this is Charlotte. Charlotte, this is our new Prez, Lash.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You’re the one he’s been looking for? The one who helped put him in jail.”

Charlotte tensed. “No. I’m not.”

“Leave it, Lash. She had nothing to do with it.”

“And you believe her.”

“Yeah, I do. Charlotte has never had a reason to lie to me, and I believe that.”

Lash glared at her for a few seconds, and Angel patted his chest. “I believe it as well.”

Once Angel talked, Lash listened. It was kind of a miracle to witness actually. Gash wished he’d been at the club to see the two fall for each other. The way the others talked about it, it had been something awesome to watch. Instead, he only watched them together.

“Did you hear the good news?”

Lash asked.

“Good news?”

“I’m pregnant,”

Angel said, placing her hand over her stomach. “I finally convinced him Anthony needed a play friend.”

“Anthony’s at school now,”

Gash said.

“I know, but I’d like to think he wants a little brother or sister.”

The smile dropped from Angel’s face. “What if he doesn’t want a brother or sister? What if he hates us?”

Lash shook his head, cupping her cheek. “No. I’ll talk with Anthony, and he’ll love us having a big family. Why wouldn’t he? He’s always around Tabitha, Miles, and the others.”

Angel sighed. “You’re right. We’re expanding our family.”

“Do you know where Whizz is?”

Gash asked.

He could be around Angel all day. She helped to ease the bitterness inside him, and make him forget his need for revenge. He didn’t want to ever forget what he planned for the two people who put him in prison. It was his mission to end them, and he was going to do it while laughing.

“Whizz is at home. Since they adopted Sally, they spend a little more time at their own place. Lacey doesn’t want to force the MC onto Sally, and to give the girl a somewhat normal life,”

Angel said.

“Sally’s at school.”

“Whizz has set up this nerd station in one of his rooms at his place. Several screens, internet, and all that shit that makes him a certified nerd.”

Gash chuckled. A lot of people wouldn’t believe that Whizz was not only a computer geek, but he was also one tough asshole. He had a lot of respect for Whizz, especially as the man had survived some of the worst kind of torture that he had ever heard about.

“Then I guess we’re paying Whizz a visit.”

He grabbed Charlotte’s hand and headed out of the club.

As he was leaving Killer was walking into the club.

They shook hands and slapped each other on the back.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you so soon,”

Killer said.

“What can I say? You just can’t get rid of me.”

“Tell me about it. Can’t stay, about to head out.”

Gash made the introductions with Killer and Charlotte. “Where’s Kelsey?”

“She’s at work.”

Kelsey worked as a dental nurse, and had returned to work not long ago. “I’m here to pick up Markus.”

“Angel has him inside.”

“Great.”

They said their goodbyes and headed back toward his bike.

“I have to say I’m shocked,”

Charlotte said.

“About what?”

“Your MC life. I thought it was drugs, booze, and sex.”

Gash laughed. “Well, it’s got the sex and the booze. It’s also about being a family. The Skulls, they’re my real brothers and family.”

“What happened to your real brother?”

she asked.

“My brother?”

“Yesterday, you mentioned a brother.”

Gash released a sigh. “I’ll talk to you about that another time. I’ve not seen him in years, well over a decade. He’s probably dead.”

“And you don’t care about that?”

“My brother was an asshole, Charlotte. Believe me, he’s better off dead, otherwise he’d have hurt every single person he could get his hands on.”

Charlotte frowned. “How do you know that?”

Gash sighed. “Can I just promise that I’ll tell you soon? I want to get to Whizz.”

She nodded. “Sure. You’re not obligated to share anything with me.”

She placed the helmet on her head, and he swung his leg over the bike. Charlotte climbed on behind him and held him tightly.

Gash liked the way she held onto him.

Starting up his bike, he rode out of the clubhouse, all the time aware of her pussy pressing against his back. When he got out of prison, he’d fucked every single club whore, and then he’d gone around them again, wearing out all the women. He loved sex, but with Charlotte, it was something more.

Thinking back to this morning when he had his fingers inside her pussy, he’d been desperate for her to find pleasure. Usually he didn’t give a fuck about whether the women got off or not. With Charlotte, it meant more.

Get over it.

She’s not the one for you.

You’re using her to find peace.

Her legs tightened around him, and he gritted his teeth. There wasn’t going to be anything between them other than two people looking for revenge. He could do this, and place Charlotte in a little box for him to deal with.