Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

NINE

Bash

Bash couldn’t help but notice Charlotte’s repeated eye roll as a woman walked by them.

The little jealous hisses she was trying to hide were making his cock so fucking hard. She had no idea what she was gifting him.

He was aware of his appearance and women often glanced at him. Sure, he hadn’t fallen out of the ugly tree, but it was also about the biker cut he wore. Women flocked to bikers like they thought they were handing out dick shaped candy. He barely noticed the attention, especially when sitting beside the woman who drove him crazy.

But it seemed his little darling didn’t like the women checking him out, and she’d unconsciously scooted closer. Now their thighs were touching. Letting those women know she was claiming him? he fucking wished.

Because she was nearer, he cupped a hand around her thigh, and her eyes snapped to his face.

“Are you being my protector, darling?” he smirked, watching her catch his meaning with a cute pink blush.

“Hardly.” She huffed. “I might have wide hips and some ass, but I’m lacking in muscles if anyone wanted to run off with you. I’d have to sit by and watch, maybe giving you a little wave.”

Oh shit. He went into territory Bash tried not to think about when he was around her, because hiding his boner was no joke. In the shower, he’d frequently imagine grabbing those amazing hips while stroking himself.

“Also, it’s not cool to stare.”

For fuck’s sake, how cute was she? Fucking delicious. Bash’s tongue got wet just thinking about licking her up and down.

Bash squeezed her thigh, letting her know he wasn’t following random women anywhere. Not unless Charlotte was the woman, and she wanted to shove him into a tiny closet and beg him to make her feel good.

“You’re a good girl for trying to protect me,” he stated and meant it, but he said it just to watch her eyes turn opaque at his praise.

Whether Charlotte realized it, she liked his praise.

And for Bash, that was a red rag to a horny bull.

It was his catnip, and he was dying to see how far she’d go for it.

Just as he was about to see how possessive Charlotte was, her phone rang and she looked annoyed.

“Probably a telemarketer,” she answered with a sweet “hello.” But then she had a total mood swing and jumped up, clutching the phone to her chest. “I need to take this,” she excused, walking a few feet away. Her side of the conversation was clear. She wasn’t thrilled to be talking to that person.

Bash’s protective instincts kicked in, making him want to grab the phone and find out who the hell was upsetting Charlotte.

“I told you no. Don’t call again,” she said, then she returned, sitting at his side. “Sorry about that.”

“Who upset you?” he demanded to know, his hand on her knee again. Charlotte would be a shit poker player because all her emotions were right there on her face. He wanted to fix whatever upset her.

“My sister.” She said. Some of his inner anger receded, knowing it wasn’t a man on the other end of that call. “I went no contact with her over a year ago. Now she dares to call to ask for money. It’s unfortunately the same old same old. Nora never changes, and I grew tired of feeling responsible for fixing her messes.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But you did the right thing for you.”

“You’re lucky you’re an only child.” She said, “But your biker friends are like brothers, aren’t they? That’s how it works in an MC?”

“It can be, yeah. Not all of us get along.”

“So, what happens if one of them does stupid stuff?”

“Normally, we just smack him in the head to straighten him out.”

“I’ll do that next time. How do I do a fist again?” she showed him with her thumb on the outside. Fuck him, she was too cute. He took a minute to teach her the right way to throw a punch. He’d be the slaying dragon in all her battles one day soon.

“Have you never been close to her?”

Charlotte shared some of their home life with Bash, explaining how she always had to look out for Nora.

“She met a guy and got in with the wrong crowd. I didn’t know that at first. When I saw some things they were up to, I tried to warn Nora, and she chose them over me. It’s been that way ever since. She says they’re her family. But they’re not good people, Bash. Her loser boyfriend, Thorn, probably made her hit me up for cash.”

“Do you want me to kill him?”

“Yes.” She laughed, assuming he was joking. Bash was not the har-har type, not about this. He would kill anyone who messed with Charlotte’s feelings. Upsetting her was not forgivable in his eyes.

“Umm, Bash, I want to confess something. And also apologize to you.”

Bash’s eyebrow winged up, curious at the change of tone. Now, his little darling was looking embarrassed and bashful. Fuck. He wished she was full of Bash.

And now he was thinking about himself in the third person. He had to get a hold of his burning feelings.

“When I first met all you guys, the Diablos people, I was so curt with you.”

“You were ice cold, darling,” he chuckled, remembering those early days fondly. It had only made her more desirable in his eyes. He was still touching her knee. He saw it as a positive thing. “But I liked it. You took care of two of my brothers, so you could have told me to fuck off, and I still wouldn’t have minded.”

She blushed. “Yeah, well. I didn’t know we were going to become friends.”

Friends . That word cut him like a fucking blade to the torso.

And he wasn’t having any part of it.

But she went on before he could let his sweet nurse know that. “Anyway, there was a reason behind my attitude. I saw you all in your gang, wearing your matching outfits. “

“Charlotte…” Bash snickered.

“I know, I know, they’re not a uniform. Casey already educated me on that long ago. I thought…” she whittled her teeth on her lip, and Bash swore he wanted to bring her into his lap and lick that lip to make it all better. He noticed everything about her, so he saw the pulse in her neck quicken.

“I made the wrong judgment that you were all like the guys my sister is with. And that’s why I was so mean—to you, especially. But we’re friends now, and I needed to tell you I was sorry for judging you and the others so harshly. Axel and his wife even brought boxes of cakes and cookies to thank the staff.” She brushed a wisp of escaped hair from her ponytail away from her cheek.

If she mentioned them being friends once more, Bash would rip their bench apart using only his hands.

By making her comfortable being around him, she’d gotten too comfortable and jammed his ass into the friendzone. And no fucking man with a working dick wanted in that zone. Now he knew he had to take this to the next phase before she offered him a friendship bracelet and sleepovers to watch Patrick Swayze movies.

Once again, Bash wondered if it was worth it to chase a woman who threw up emotional roadblocks at every turn, but as soon as that thought formed, another raced after it, reminding him he’d never felt this strongly before.

And it wasn’t the cliché of wanting what he couldn’t have.

Getting his dick wet every night no longer interested him. He wanted everything else that came with a relationship.

For instance, if she were his woman, he’d pull her onto his lap and cuddle her close to let her know her worries were unnecessary. Lots of folks had a negative opinion of the Diablos.

They were far from saintly, and that was the ugly truth. They’d done awful shit and would do more in the future if it came up.

It was a tough world out there, and Bash had joined the Diablos to make things better, following their rules.

Charlotte’s opinion was warranted.

He wasn’t sure if her sister’s friends were better or worse than the Diablos. But one thing was for sure - he’d protect her no matter what.

He wanted to be the wall at her back, the protection at her front. And once he got past all her shields, he would corrupt his little darling nurse.

“Will you accept my apology, Ben?”

Shit. Real naming him did a number on Bash’s dick. He wanted to hear her screaming it or sighing it into his mouth after fucking ten orgasms out of her.

“I will. On one condition…”

Charlotte frowned, and Bash smirked at her trepidation.

He bet her innocent mind was producing all kinds of dirty conditions.

Not today. But he would one day.

“What’s that?”

“Come to the club cookout next week.”

Phase two was going to be slowly introducing Charlotte into his world.

Before she could refuse, he interjected. “It’s the only way I can accept your apology, darling. You judged me and my boys, didn’t you? My feelings are hurt. This will wipe the slate clean.” Bash was so full of shit he had to bite his cheek to stop from grinning.

“Fine. But don’t think I don’t know what you just did, Ben Laurent.” She knocked his thigh with hers.

A burning started in Bash’s lower abdomen. Lust so strong, he nearly groaned aloud.

He remembered when the club started making money, and all members got a fat check. The satisfaction of having Charlotte agree to attend the club event outweighed the payout.

Phase two, he thought, as he watched her take a slow sip from a bottle of orange juice, was in motion. And he couldn’t wait to get her to that place where they were together.