Page 5 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 al l 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