Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
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 all 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 remembered that hair sliding down his body before she took his cock into her mouth.
Shaking away the dream, he took hold of her hand, locking their fingers together. Again, he didn’t know why he needed to hold her, only that he had to.
“So, who are you?” Steven asked.
“I’m Charlotte.”
“Well, Charlotte, I’m Steven, and I’m the guy you need if you want me to rock your world.”
“Her world is already rocking. Back off,” Gash said.
“You got dibs.”
“She’s mine.”
“Whatever, man, it’s your call. I’ll go back to my bike. Weather says it’s about to snow or some shit, and I don’t want my baby in trouble.”
Rolling his eyes, Gash made his way toward the clubhouse.
“He seemed nice.”
“He’s not.”
“I’m not your girl.”
“You’re not a club whore, Charlotte. Until further notice, you’re mine.”
They entered the clubhouse, and he wasn’t surprised to see kids running around the clubhouse. There was a time when this place was for men only. Now, it was just a family clubhouse, or at least, during the day it was. He spotted Blaine and Emily in the corner, talking. Their daughter would be in school along with Miles, Tabitha, Rachel, Anthony, and Sally. Sally was Whizz and Lacey’s adoptive daughter who was fifteen years old.
Angel came out of the kitchen with Markus walking behind her. Markus was Kelsey and Killer’s son.
“You’re back,” she said, the moment she spotted him.
She gave him a big hug, and he released Charlotte long enough to hug her back. Angel was exactly as her name suggested, an Angel. There was a time when he first got out of prison when he believed Angel was trying to break her wedding vows and fuck him. He’d been wrong, dead wrong. She wanted to be his friend, and that was all. Her love for Lash was strong, and she would never cheat.
“Angel, I’d like to introduce you to Charlotte.”
“Hey, Charlotte, it’s lovely to meet you,” Angel said, drawing the woman at his side into a hug. Angel just couldn’t help it. She saw the good in everyone, and at times it worried him that she was going to end up dead for it.
“Angel? Is that like a club name or something?” Charlotte asked.
Gash glared at her, but Angel laughed it off.
“You would think so, right? Nah, it’s my real name, and I’m not joking around.”
Charlotte was red. “I’m so sorry. I don’t really know much about the whole MC thing.”
“And yet you’re friends with Gash.”
“I wouldn’t call us friends.”
Angel smiled. “You’re the first person that I know who he’s invited here. That would make you his friend.”