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“Well, at least you’re not selling coke to third graders.”
“Like a third grader could afford coke,” I retorted, making a small joke but Charlie wasn’t laughing. I withheld a sigh. This chick was all work and no play. Maybe that was a good thing, I realized. When Charlie was being a bitch, it made it easier to forget how much I wanted to taste her again.
She and I had unfinished business.
I knew the only way I was going to be able to get her out of my head was to fuck her but Charlie being a virgin complicated things.
I didn’t want to take her cherry — she deserved better than me.
But that prickly feeling returned with a vengeance at the idea of anyone but me touching her in that way and I was stymied by my own reaction.
Freshly irritated, I said, “Look, I’ve heard a few things about Davonte running shipments through a small strip club, a real shithole of a place, but that’s all I know.”
“What’s the club name?”
“Pussywillow.”
“Then, I say, let’s start there. We need to find a place to lay low until tonight. I might have an idea where we can crash.”
“Yeah? Where?”
“My friend’s father lost his job and the house went into foreclosure. They’ve since moved out of Detroit but I know the house is still empty. We can hide out there. No one will think to look there.”
But I had a different idea.
“Fuck that. We’ll freeze to death,” I told her. “I got cash. We’ll stay in a motel.”
“Are you crazy? Someone will see us,” she disagreed with a worried frown. “Davonte’s got eyes all over this town.”
“So, we’ll go where Davonte isn’t welcome.”
“Such as?”
“Davonte has enemies. He ain’t much liked by his rival, Terrance Johnson. Johnson owns a few gyms, bigger than McConnell’s and more spread out. He and Davonte have been at each other’s throats for years, cutting into each other’s territory.”
“Why don’t we go to Terrance and see if he wants in on this action,” she asked.
I shook my head. “Terrance is no better than Davonte. They’re both dogs, willing to eat their own mother to make a buck. I wouldn’t go nowhere near Terrance but I do know that Davonte will keep his guys out of Terrance’s territory.”
“So where does Terrance claim?”
“Downriver.”
She made a small face. “Are you sure we should go there?”
“We’ll be safer across enemy lines than sleeping with one eye open on Davonte’s stomping ground. It’s our best option at this point.”
I didn’t really want to mess around with Terrance Johnson any more than I wanted to be on Davonte’s hit list but I didn’t have many viable “would rathers” available so beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Charlie must’ve realized I was right because she quit protesting. It was easy enough to find a small, no-name motel that accepted cash and asked no questions and by that night, we were stuffed into a tiny shithole motel that wasn’t much to look at but it seemed clean enough.
At least clean enough by my standards.
Charlie…maybe not so much.
“One bed?” Charlie noted with distress, then looked to me with suspicion. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“I said, ‘I need a room’ tossed down some cash and he threw a key at me. I didn’t specify one bed,” I told her but I was eyeing that bed as if it were the enemy just as much as she was eyeing me. “Look, nothing will happen. I ain’t into deflowering virgins. I like my women more seasoned.”
Her cheeks flared with heat but she lifted her chin and said, “Good. Because I like my men more…civilized.”
“And how exactly would you know that?” I countered, amused by how quickly she got her dander up. “You don’t have a clue as to what kind of man you prefer between your thighs.”
Probably wrong choice of words.
Immediately, the memory of her sweet taste jumped to mind and I hardened like a goddamn stone.
I turned away as if irritated. “See? That’s the problem with virgins, yapping away about shit they know nothing about.”
“I might be a virgin but I know what kind of man I’m attracted to,” Charlie said to my back.
Her words stuck to my skin, causing a growl to erupt. I returned to face her.
Charlie’s breath hitched but she held her ground as if I didn’t cause the color to flare in her face, staining the porcelain skin a delicate pink.
“Yeah?” I asked, deceptively soft as I closed the distance between us. “And what kind of man would that be, princess?”
I towered over her but I could feel the energy between us crackle with raw electricity. She was as wild as she was mouthwatering.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice tremulous. “Stop it.”
I wasn’t in a habit of pushing where I wasn’t wanted when it came to women but I knew Charlie was talking shit.
She didn’t know what she wanted.
Her golden eyes dilated as I invaded her space, her soft lips parted almost in invitation, yet the words coming out of that mouth remained sharp.
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten how my foot feels buried in your nuts?”
I chuckled in spite of the imminent danger of never being able to father kids. “Oh, I remember. Perhaps you’ve already forgotten how my mouth feels against your clit?”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
The reluctant admission plucked at my ability to simply tease. A hunger ripped into my guts, fierce as fuck, and I needed to taste her or I would die.
Her back against the dingy wall, her neck craning to hold my stare, I dipped to take her mouth.
Jesus, had sugar ever tasted so sweet?
Her tongue sought mine in a delicate invitation and I didn’t hesitate.
Hoisting her onto my hips, I pressed her hard against the wall, sealing my mouth to hers.
She tasted of wild honey and untamed dreams.
I groaned, grinding my rock-hard cock against the softness of her mound.
She shuddered helplessly in my arms but the sound coming from her lovely throat was just as hungry as mine.
Maybe a motel room had been a bad idea after all.
I wanted to throw Charlie down on that bed and obliterate her virginity, take what I knew in my bones belonged to me.
I wanted to sear my name into her memory so that no matter where she went, I would follow.
It was pure insanity.
I’d fucking lost my mind in a short span of time.
It was Charlie.
All Charlie.
I’d gone thirty-five years without losing my head to a woman but locking eyes with this little firecracker had unsealed something wickedly intense and I couldn’t seem to fight it.
Panic at my own loss of control roughened my voice as I broke the kiss, my hands clutching her plump ass as if my life depended on it. “Who the fuck are you, woman? And why can’t I get enough?”
Charlie, her eyes clouded with a sensual haze, could only shake her head, equally tilted by the nuclear energy between us. “I…”
“Fuck that. Don’t answer. I don’t think I want to know,” I cut her off, my tongue in her mouth, tasting, needing, demanding. I gave her little option but to submit as she softened in my arms.
I struggled against the cocooning heat, insulating us against the world, against the consequences.
Stop. She’s a goddamn virgin.
Don’t take her cherry.
Nothing will ever be the same.
But just the thought of being the first to breach those milky white thighs, to part those strawberry gold curls and sink into that soft womanly flesh…it was more than I could stand.
My thoughts swam, there was no more blood flow to my brain.
My cock was harder than it’d ever been before, as if preparing for the most epic moment of its life.
And those desperate mewling noises as Charlie clung to m
e, the heat of her pussy right at my groin…it was more than I could handle.
Charlie could protest that I wasn’t the man she wanted but her body said otherwise.
And I was about to prove it to her.
Chapter 16
Charlie
Damon infiltrated my every sense.
The smell of his skin, sharp and masculine, created a hunger in the pit of my belly that I couldn’t stop.
The feel of his lips devouring mine left me mindless.
The taste of his tongue inside my mouth fed a fire I desperately craved yet had never experienced.
But my head was screaming, NOT HIM.
Not a fighter.
Not a thick-headed thug.
And yet, I wasn’t ready to make him stop.
I was wet, slippery, needy.
Pathetic.
That last word rang through my brain, squashing my arousal. “Damon! No…” I wrenched my mouth away from his, pushing against him and struggling to get out of his arms, desperate words flowing from my lips. “I don’t want to do this with you,” I cried.
My rejection punctured the haze clouding his eyes and he dropped me unceremoniously. His gaze narrowed, taking in how breathless I remained, how flushed my skin was, and his lip curled with derision. “You sure about that, sweetheart? I can smell how wet your pussy is from here.”
I blushed hard but I held my ground. “You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet. You should write for Hallmark.” I wiped his kisses away from my mouth, my heart still thundering. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested?”
“Stop looking at me like that, then.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to fucking ignore everything you’re saying and just bend you over this bed.”
Oh God. Was I really sending those signals? The warning tingle in my belly suggested he was right. There was something about being in his arms…felt like…safety.
Which was patently ridiculous.
Safe with Damon?
I’d probably be safer sleeping with Davonte.
But it was more than that.
Damon ignited feelings I didn’t want.
All that hard muscle pressed against me, towering over me, the thought of him being the first to touch me, to break me apart…I suppressed a knowing shudder, afraid he would easily see right through me.
“Just keep your mitts to yourself,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t tremble. “I mean it.”
I expected Damon to rage.
