Page 28 of Hot as Hell (Royal Bastards MC, Montreal, Canada #2)

Hearing Razor and Hemlock wrapping up about the things that happened, Charlie said goodnight and headed for the door, then upstairs, leaving Hemlock and Razor alone.

She needed time to settle her thoughts. There was no proof that Ashley or Crispen had thrown the brick through the window.

Just as there wasn’t any proof they had been sneaking around the condo weeks ago.

Or behind the tire being slashed. Nothing that had happened to the car or around the apartment could be traced back to them.

The diner wasn’t in the best of locations.

Whoever had been sneaking around the cars could have easily come back and broken the window to get back at Hemlock for shooting at them.

All of it could be wrapped up in a nice, neat package that said it was all a coincidence.

Not one piece of evidence led back to Ashley and Crispen.

If she took them out of the equation, all she had left would be the apartment, the break in at the hotel, and the scene at the library that had their smudgy fingerprints on. Those few things bugged her the most. She wondered what was the point.

Climbing the stairs, Charlie thought about the 1990s movie Single White Female .

It was about one roommate’s obsession with the other one to the point roommate one starts to pose as roommate two trying to become the roommate.

Shaking her head, Charlie went to lie down.

Clearly, she was grasping at straws trying to rationalize why Ashley had inserted herself into Charlie’s life. Single White Female, what ev!

She barely walked into the bedroom when Hemlock bounded into the room wrapping his arms around her. “What are you doing?”

“Taking control of this situation.” He smirked.

With her heart pulsing in her ears, she knew tonight would differ from before.

It was different because whether Hemlock admitted it or not; she had brought trouble to his door.

With her heart heavy, she knew come tomorrow she would start looking for somewhere else to live.

Not that Hemlock would ever ask her to move.

No, he was too much of a sweetheart to be mean.

She would have to be the one to take that first step.

With his arms wrapped around Charlie, Hemlock kicked the bedroom door closed.

Keeping her pressed tight against him, he moved them deeper in the room.

When she said his name, he silenced her with a deep, slow kiss.

Everything he wanted was her. The way she responded to him had sealed the deal for him.

Charlie tried telling him she was sorry for all the trouble, but Hemlock silenced her with another round of passionate kisses, a nudge of his tongue had Charlie melting into the kisses. Moving toward the bed, he caressed her neck with his mouth. His hands were already easing up her body.

With Hemlock pressed against her, Charlie could feel how much he wanted her.

Slipping out of his arms, she slipped out of her clothes, leaving her naked.

He loved the sight of her breasts as her breath hitched.

Her trim waist meeting the fullness of her hips had his mouth watering as his eyes traveled lower over her body.

Reaching out his fingers, he toyed with a lock of her long hair.

Leaning down, he moved his mouth over one rigid nipple and pulled on it with his teeth. Charlie moaned in pleasure. Walking her backwards, he pushed her down on the bed, then crawled over her.

“You’re still dressed.” Smiling, she reached between them to unbuckle his belt. Her hands tugged at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops of his jeans.

“I am. Are you helping me out of my clothes?”

“I am.” She loved the way he watched her so intently.

Rolling them over, he brought her on top of him.

“I think this would be easier for you.” Slipping out of his shirt, he watched as she leaned forward, ran her tongue over his nipples before scraping her teeth over them slowly.

She wanted him naked. Going up on her knees as she straddled him, she smiled as he shoved his jeans down.

Slipping off the bed, Charlie stood between his legs and tugged off his pants.

Licking her lips, she appreciated the full erection that his hand stroked.

Crawling back over him, she moved against him.

His hands went to her hips, lifting her, positioning the head of his erection at her entrance.

Easing down his cock, she ground against him.

He gripped her hips, pushing deeper into her sex.

“Sweetheart,” he gritted out. “You need to get moving.” Watching as she smiled down at him, Hemlock flipped them over, causing her to scream.

When she wiggled against him, trying to get him moving, he pinned her down. “My turn, sweetheart.”

“I really need you to get moving, babe.” Reaching out for his hands, Hemlock gripped hers as he started moving against her body.

If anyone said she withered, Charlie would have rolled her eyes.

But here she was, withering beneath him.

She felt him everywhere. She couldn’t get a clear thought in her head. There was a lot to say about begging.

Hemlock slid out of her, moving down her body, lavishing kisses and nipping down along her stomach to the apex of her sex.

He felt her hands tangle in his hair. Running his fingers through her folds, he nipped the inside of her thighs.

His tongue came close to her sex, then moved away.

She moved, trying to get him where she wanted him.

Then he flipped her over. He massaged her ass, moving his hands down her legs as he shoved them apart to accommodate his size. Pulling her up on her hands and knees, he plunged into her wet pussy, moaning deep in his throat at the feeling of her wrapping around his cock.

She arched her back, pressing hard against him.

He watched as she looked over her shoulder and watched him fuck her.

Her eyes locked on their bodies coming together made him harder.

When she slowed, he grabbed her hips and held her firmly against him while he grounded against her.

Hemlock felt her body tremble as she began moving roughly against him.

His mind went silent as they fell over the edge together.

When his body finally calmed, he collapsed with her on the bed.

Charlie tried to speak. Instead, she just rolled with Hemlock as he pulled her into his side. She had never felt so relaxed in her entire life. If he asked her, she would let him do anything he wanted at this point.

An hour later, Hemlock lay next to Charlie as she stared at the ceiling thinking about how Crispen and Ashley had managed to ruin yet something else in her life.

Rolling into a seated position on the side of the bed, Charlie’s emotions were getting the best of her.

Glancing back at Hemlock, she watched him sprawled out on the bed sleeping.

The light that filtered in from outside made him look angelic.

“Are you okay, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go downstairs and get a drink of water.”

“Mmmm-kay, don’t be too long.”

“I won’t.” Getting up, Charlie picked up her clothes from the floor and carried them with her as she left the bedroom. Standing in the hall she dressed quickly before quietly going downstairs.

She said she wouldn’t go. Promised she would keep her head. But there she was, sneaking out of the condo, heading for a showdown that was a long time coming.

Charlie had laid awake too long thinking about all the aggravation and upheaval Ashley and Crispen had caused her.

It made no sense to her, and she wanted answers.

She needed answers. Jack Nicholson’s words from an older movie ran through her head.

Something about wanting answers, needing answers, not being able to handle the truth.

She wasn’t exactly sure on the words just that his voice was the sound she was hearing in her head.

Maybe she had a head injury, and all of this was just a figment of her imagination. Stranger things had happened to people.