The Skulls, 13
Seven years ago, Gash was sent to prison on false rape and murder charges. He put the club first, but now it’s time for him to get his revenge. There’s one woman from his past who may have all the answers: Charlotte. But is she also to blame for his imprisonment?
From the first moment Charlotte saw Gash, she fell in love with him. He was a hardened biker, but she saw something inside him that touched her heart. Now time has damaged both of them, and neither is the same. As they dig deeper into the past, Gash realizes Charlotte is not guilty and was hurt, too, by his enemies. Revenge matters even more now, for her sake, and now that Charlotte is in his life, he’s not going to let her go.
When their enemy’s identity is revealed, will Gash risk Charlotte’s life, or will he let Master go to protect the woman he loves?
Charlotte was so warm, and it felt so good to be warm. She opened her eyes, and frowned as she blinked sleep from her eyes. It had been over seven years since she had a good night’s sleep free of nightmares. She became aware of a rock hard body at her back with a thigh between hers.
That was something she’d never woken up to. Gash had been completely out of it the night they had slept together, and there hadn’t been any kind of snuggling like this.
Glancing behind her back, she saw that Gash was wrapped around her. His large body held her in place, not letting her move.
“Stop moving,” he said.
“It’s hard to sleep, babe, with you moving around all crazy. Just go back to sleep.”
“You’re holding me!” She yelled the words, shocked that he was holding her. It had been the best night’s sleep of her life, and now she knew why. Gash had been wrapped around her, and she couldn’t think of any other excuse as to why she slept so well.
“I’ve not slept like that in years, and it feels so damn good.”
She tried to wriggle again and came into contact with his dick. He was rock hard. Charlotte didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Moving on my dick is not exactly going to help the situation, babe. You’re turning me on, and I love a nice warm pussy in the morning.”
“I’m not yours.”
“You possess a nice pussy though. I bet if you let loose one time, you’d be soaking wet and begging for my cock.”
“Nah, I don’t want to shut up.” The hand on her stomach moved down, and before she could stop him, he cupped her pussy between her thighs. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fight what you want, and give yourself a chance to have what you want.”
“I don’t want you.”
“You don’t? How long has it been since a man has touched this body, Charlotte?” His hand slid beneath her night shirt and touched her intimately.
Charlotte couldn’t fight the arousal that rushed around her body.
“I feel how wet you are, babe. You’re soaking wet, and I’m not even touching the lips of your pussy. Open up for me, and I’ll show you what a good time is really all about.” As he was talking, he’d already slid his hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. “Ah, there she is. You’re so wet, Charlotte. You’re coating my fingers.” He kept teasing her pussy, and Charlotte, she couldn’t fight anymore. It had been over seven years since she was with a man, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Spreading her thighs, she moaned, and he pressed two fingers inside her as his thumb stroked over her clit. “That’s it, Charlotte, let go, and give me those cries.”
Moaning, she closed her eyes, and thrust her pelvis up against him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot. How did I not know this? I’d have taken you out for a test drive.”