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“Sweet dreams for my sweet girl.”
I left, closing the door until it clicked, leaning against the wall to catch my breath.
Charlotte was dangerous. To my heart. My club. My entire fucking existence.
Didn’t matter. I’d do anything for her, and it was far too late to change my mind.
Chapter 8 Mack
“Hey, honey. Here’sthat glass of iced tea you wanted.”
Valan stood next to Charlotte, his hungry, predatory gaze roaming over her in possessive appreciation. He didn’t hide his attraction. The shit he was pulling right now was almost nauseating and it pissed me off.
Valan didn’t do fuck all unless it benefitted him personally. I’d already had him in my office three times in the last week for his bullshit, including busting up his room again in a rage and drinking too damn much. I didn’t like to censor my brothers. They didn’t need me to parent their asses.
But Valan? He pushed and pushed until I couldn’t take anymore.
Our friendship had been tested more times than I could count.
And now, here he was, trying to get his dick wet with Charlotte. I must have made a noise of frustration because her head turned my way. Her eyes locked on mine and a slow flush crept up the delicate skin of her neck, blooming in the apples of her cheeks.
Maybe she was thinkin’ of all the times I kissed her yesterday. I sure hoped so. I didn’t like to think of her wanting Valan or his attention. She deserved better.
When Valan grew bored, he’d go back to the club whores and break her heart. He wasn’t capable of being monogamous. Most of the guys weren’t from what I’d seen. The temptation and easy pussy were a constant around the Ravagers clubhouse. Valan saw a pretty face, but not who she was beyond that.
I couldn’t deny Charlotte was beautiful. Honestly, she made my cock hard whenever she entered the room, but I wasn’t playin’ games. A young single mother like that needed a man who could be reliable, who didn’t have more time in prison than her daughter had been alive. Hell, she deserved a better man than Valanorme. Neither of us could give her the stability, love, or faithfulness she desired.
Yeah, I was making assumptions, and perhaps that was shitty, but I knew girls like Charlotte. Pretty, intelligent, and motivated with a career. She’d want more kids at some point too. And she was a great mother. Sophie was adorable.
But that wasn’t what Valan offered. And shit, it wasn’t what I could give her either.
No, we both wanted to sink between her sexy thighs and fuck her until she screamed our name.
Wasn’t hard to imagine how she’d feel, and my palms itched with the need to caress her skin, molding my hands to her plump ass as I gave her all the pleasure she was missin’.
I had to be at least fifteen years older than Charlotte, way too fuckin’ old to think about her like I was doin’. Some women enjoyed older men, and if she weren’t raising a kid, I’d walk over and show her much I knew about makin’ her body sing in all the right ways. I’d prove to her that last night was more than a few kisses and flirty words.
