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When we dress for the day, my hands can’t seem to stay off her body.
“They’re going to think you’re keeping me here as some sort of sex slave if we don’t show our faces at some point today,” Charlie says, laughing as I nuzzle that spot behind her ear that drives her wild.
“I don’t care. Let them think what they want. Isn’t this supposed to be some kind of vacation or something?”
“If you consider hiding from the mafia and a crazy ex a vacation, then sure.”
“I’ll gladly take any alone time with you and call it whatever I want. Besides, I’m confident I can make you come at least twice more before we go out there.”
Charlie laughs and throws her arms around my neck.
“I’m sure you could, but I think four before breakfast is enough to tide us both over for a little while.”
After the most intense sex I’d ever had in my life, I had Charlie on all fours while I ate that sweet cunt from behind before driving deep inside her again. Fuck, remembering how my cock looked sliding in and out of her while wetness ran down her thighs is making things tight in my jeans again. I hold her tighter to my body so she can feel what she’s doing to me. Grabbing the back of her head, my mouth latches on to hers, kissing her deeply, needing her to understand that it will never be enough. No matter how many times we kiss or how many times I’m inside her, I’ll never get enough.
Her stomach rumbles, and she giggles, breaking the kiss.
“Okay, okay… let’s show Lucy and Jude signs of life and get you fed.”
“Sorry,” Charlie says as she straightens her clothes.
“Never be sorry, babe.” I bend and give her a quick kiss. “I love watching you eat all the meat,” I say, remembering when she blurted that out in the little diner when we were heading back to Shine from Texas.
“Oh my God, I was so nervous sitting next to you. I can’t believe that came out of my mouth.” Charlie covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.
Taking her hands in mine, I remove them and smile at her rosy cheeks.
“I thought it was adorable.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “You’re fucking adorable. I decided right then and there, I’d give you all the meat you could handle.” I throw her a wink and smile playfully.
She lets out a noise between a laugh and a growl, smacking my chest. “Perv.”
When I open the bedroom door to head to the kitchen, arguing is the first thing I hear.
“What the hell are you doing, woman? You don’t bake bacon. You fry it. Everyone knows that.”
“Listen here, you British asshole. Let’s leave the cooking to people who actually like their food to have flavor. Not that bland shit you try to pass off as anything other than paste.”
As we walk into the kitchen, the two loudmouths are standing in the middle of it with a baking tray between them, each trying to pull it out of the other’s grasp.
“She’s right,” Charlie chimes in from beside me. “It really is easier and tastes better the way Lucy does it.”
Jude gives Charlie a skeptical look but begrudgingly concedes, letting go of the pan.
“Fine,” he grouses. “Let her ruin breakfast.”
I chuckle as Jude walks past me and pat him on the shoulder. “Sometimes you just have to pick your battles, bud.”
He stops and stares at me for a moment. “Everything with that one is a battle,” he says, tilting his head toward the kitchen.
“It’s not like you don’t egg her on.”
“I know. There’s just something about her. It’s like something in me refuses to let her win.”
I don’t bother telling him she beats him at every turn. Shooting, poker, and now cooking. If anyone asked me, I’d say he likes the challenge, not that he’d ever admit it.
Watching Charlie and Lucy in the kitchen laughing and cooking has me thinking about having this every day. Now that the truth about what she was hiding and why isn’t a secret anymore, it’s like this boulder she had sitting on her shoulder has disappeared. We aren’t out of the woods yet, but these last two days, seeing laughter come easier and smiles coming more naturally makes me realize how heavy everything was weighing her down.
When this mess is taken care of, I’m not wasting any time. I want her in my bed every night, wearing my patch, and living in my house. Granted, I’ve been living at the clubhouse since I got back, but I want us to find a place of our own, away from any bunny drama and the late nights of partying. I want more mornings like this one.
