Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

THIRTEEN

Bash

The meeting with the Murphys at The Den was brief.

Afterward, Bash and the boys hopped on their bikes and returned to the clubhouse. Axel split off from them and hooked up Scarlett, carrying his old lady into the back office. Chains sat at the bar talking to his old lady on the phone. Tomb’s wife was already at the club, so he went to play a game of pool with her.

Unwilling to watch everyone suck faces with each other, Bash headed down to their gym, changed into shorts and a muscle t-shirt, and did a chest workout for a while until his upper body burned with fatigue. Still, he felt good at the finish when he swiped a towel over his sweaty face.

His body was broken. Not physically. For forty, he was in the best shape of his life and intended to be for the foreseeable future. But with his sex drive, it wanted to own only one chestnut-haired beauty, with a sharp tongue and an addictive blush. His dick wouldn’t work for anyone else, even if he’d wanted to. Which he didn’t. But it fucking blew that he couldn’t have Charlotte in his bed right now.

She plagued his mind day and night.

When he gave a passing glance to the dancers on the stripper poles, all he saw was her shy face dancing for him, and it made his craving growl even more to own her.

Worse still, needing her was screwing with his concentration. Bash was completely lost when Axel turned to him for his opinion earlier, because he was too focused on Charlotte and how he could see her that night.

He was acting like a lovesick kid.

The truth was, he was addicted to being around that woman.

Her laugh was a song. Her intellect was a bedtime story.

If she’d been a puzzle, Bash would have broken her open to see how she worked, just like he did with engines.

He’d experienced countless pleasures over the years. Kinky, vanilla, everything in between. But sitting next to her and sharing sandwiches, eating those cookies she baked especially for his sweet tooth, and listening to her cat stories was about the best time Bash ever had.

As good as all that was, he needed more.

It wasn’t anything he could avoid.

Not that he’d tried to. The second he clapped eyes on Charlotte, Bash was determined to have her. But with any cautiously constructed plans, he couldn’t have known she wouldn’t feel that instant pull like he had.

He needed his fingerprints all over her little pristine body, and it was slowly driving Bash mad not to have her in his life, in the ways he craved to have her.

By his side. In his bed. On his lap. Eating lunch at a clubhouse bench in the backyard or cuddling into his ribs during a cookout bonfire. Relying on him. Needing him for everything. Having her on the back of his bike only once hadn’t been enough. That sacred spot was reserved for women like her, and he couldn’t wait any longer to feel Charlotte’s arms latched around him as she rode backpack style.

When all the present-day brothers were still single, they’d sit around drinking whiskey in the backyard after a hard graft and speculate about who would take the plunge first and offer a woman his property patch. They considered it a joke, being staunch bachelors. Anyone in an MC will tell you that a biker is inundated with pussy every night.

And then, one by one, starting with Chains, Bash watched his brothers falling for their old ladies, and now those women wore property patches.

He’d never wanted it. He didn’t oppose it, but didn’t expect it to happen.

But for weeks now, he’d skim his gaze over her incredible body and wonder what she’d look like wearing only his Property of Bash patch on the back of a custom made cut and nothing else. Fuck , those images did a number on him. It was all he could think about, and most days, he had to jerk off to cool down.

Seeing Charlotte in a property cut, made especially for her, would be something he couldn’t recover from. It would be the beginning of everything.

And on that insane, complicated thought, Bash pulled a grey hoodie on and then slipped back into his cut. Wearing it on clubhouse grounds was mandatory. But it was also a badge of honor. He was hungry and ready to devour a plate of whatever Denver had cooked on the grill earlier, if anything was left.

But then his phone started ringing, and Bash got annoyed when he saw it was the prospect at the gates.

“What is it, probie?”

“Yo, Bash. You need to come outside. There’s a drunk chick here insisting we let her inside.”

Packs of women would try to sneak in on non-party nights, so Bash rolled his eyes. He was about to tell those idiot prospects to deal with it, but then Dillion spoke. “She says she knows you.”

It was clear to Bash that something was off. He didn’t date long enough to have a woman stalking at his door. It had to be a sweet bottom wannabe trying to gain entry.

“Do your job and send them away, probie.”

“You got it, boss,” Dillion said, but then, in the background, he heard. “You tell Benjamin to come to this gate right now, or I swear I will put some whoop-ass on you, little boy, the likes of which you won’t recover from. And I know how to set bones but also how to break them.”

That voice was unmistakable.

Even if his brain hadn’t recognized it, his gut would have because it flooded with lust, and he barked into the phone. “Make sure she doesn’t leave, and don’t lay a fucking finger on her, or you’re dead meat.”

“I wasn’t gonna touch her,” scoffed Dillion, amused. “She crazy.”

“I am not crazy. You’re crazy.” He heard his girl say as Bash hung up, tossed his phone on the bed, and bolted through the clubhouse. It probably took him twenty seconds to walk to the gates, controlled by electronics and constantly guarded by a guy.

He couldn’t think of why Charlotte would be at his club.

Not when she stuck steadfastly to her rules of only engaging with him in neutral territory. But he was elated when he signaled Dillion to open the gate, and there she was.

Holy fuck . His nurse was here, swaying gently on her heels while holding onto the fence.

“Finally.” She huffed, glaring at him. “I’ve been waiting here for over an hour.”

Shit, just hearing Charlotte’s sugary voice made Bash rock hard. Her presence made every muscle in his body go stiff. There was little room to focus on anything but the screaming need for fast relief, preferably from Charlotte’s hands or sweet lips.

She’d come to him.

Whatever her drunken reason, she was here for him. And that alone was enough to tip Bash over the edge.

Bash cocked an eyebrow at the prospect, ready to rearrange the little shit’s face if he’d left Charlotte standing out here unguarded for an hour. But Dillion grinned and shook his head. “Three minutes, tops, boss.”

“An hour, at least.” She insisted. “Don’t listen to this little boy. He’s a known liar. Everyone says so.”

Dillion chuckled at her accusation and mouthed, “She crazy.”

Fuck, she was so sexily hammered. Bash smirked and stepped forward to slide an arm around Charlotte’s waist.

“Come inside, little darling.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do.” She hiccupped, leaning into him, light as a feather. “This boy said he didn’t know me, but I said I knew you ! I should rearrange his face.”

“You can later.” Chuckled Bash even as Charlotte pulled a face at the probie.

“Tell him you know me, Ben. Go on, tell him.”

“I know you, baby.”

“See.” she pointed, all smug at the prospect. And then she got even cuter by sticking her tongue out at him.

“How did you get here, darling?”

“I was in a cab.”

Shit. Bash frowned because it was a decent drive from town to the clubhouse. “By yourself?”

“Yep. Toni ditched me for a guy, and I needed some words with you, so here I am.”

Some words? This he had to hear. His lips twitched around the edges at her chastising tone. Approaching the doorway, he tapped in the code and steered Charlotte through first, but he grabbed her hand once inside. A lot of his brothers were married, but a lot weren’t, and he’d gouge out their eyes if they licked their chops when they got an eyeful of Charlotte in her tits-hugging shirt. If she’d rejected his hand, he was going to throw her over his shoulder, but she squeezed his fingers and it settled a beastly feeling inside of his torso.

Intent on leading her to the stairwell and up to the second floor where the primary patched brothers’ bedrooms were located, she pulled on his hand, and he stopped.

“Wait. I want to have a look.” She said, leaning deeper into his ribs. Bash understood it had more to do with how much hard liquor she’d drunk and not because she wanted to cuddle up to him. It didn’t stop him from enjoying her closeness.

“You could have come anytime. It was your choice not to.”

She swiveled her head and squinted at him. Bash bit the inside of his cheek and wondered how many of him she saw.

“Don’t you start that, Benjamin Laurent.”

Fuck . Full naming him? She even pulled her hand away to poke him in the chest, but then slid her fingers back into his. Only his mother used his full name, and she was happy living in New Mexico with his stepfather, so he hadn’t heard it in person for months.

“Oh, I know her. She cuts my hair.” Proclaimed Charlotte, not at all quiet, and she started waving at Nina, sitting on Tomb’s lap. Tomb gave a grin and a chin lift. Nina called back, “Hey, sweetie.”

“This place is so big,” she said, her eyes everywhere while leaning on him. “I didn’t know it would look so neat. It’s so cute, Bash.”

Cute. She thought his clubhouse was cute.

“Is Casey here?”

“Not tonight.”

“Aww, bummer, I know her. Did I tell you I’ve had some drinks, Bash? My stomach is so full. I had some drinks and then so many shots because Toni pissed me off.” Every other word she said ran into each other, but Bash caught the gist of what she was saying.

“Why did she piss you off?”

“She says I’m boring and no fun, and I need to bounce on a bunch of dicks, and then I won’t be boring anymore. I ate some edibles, but I don’t think they were real because I feel great. Maybe I’m immune.”

Shit, not only drunk, but his girl was high, too?

Bash interrupted her by cradling Charlotte’s face. “How many edibles, baby?”

“Um, like fifty.” She said, and Bash nearly died on the spot. She was a nurse and must know not to do that shit, but then she giggled and almost head-butted his chest. “Four. But I feel good, like I could fly. Do you think I could fly, Bash? I bet I would beat you at flying.”

“What’s wrong with your chick, Bash?” asked the VP, approaching from the games room. His arm was around Monroe’s shoulder, and two of her sisters towed at Chains’ other side. It wasn’t unusual to see the girls around. They’d taken to Chains like a big brother protector.

“She’s high as a fucking kite,” Bash said, tightness in his throat, and he hooked up her hand again even as Charlotte tilted into his shoulder and whispered, not so quietly. “Oh my god, does he have three wives? Do bikers do that? You better not have three wives, Ben.”

Monroe burst out laughing, and her sisters pulled disgusted faces in unison.

“That’s our cue to find popcorn. We’ll be in the kitchen.” One of them said, and they dashed away.

“He’s only my hubby,” Monroe told Charlotte and introduced herself.

“Oops. My bad. I’m just learning about bikers. There’s so much stuff online. Have you seen? Fan clubs and blog posts are talking about these guys. Ruin is their favorite.”

“Of course, that moody psycho is,” griped Chains, and he shared a look with Bash, silently asking if Charlotte was okay by jutting his chin her way. Bash answered with a nod.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you a coffee.”

“I don’t want a coffee. I want to scold you! Now I remember why I came. You distracted me.”

“I know.” He appeased, half-laughing, and started the walk to the stairwell.

“You were at a strip club, Bash. I saw you! Did you bring strippers home?” While scowling and poking him, she rambled with a soulful gaze and her eyebrows furrowed, causing a stirring feeling in his stomach.

She’d seen him earlier heading to their meeting and figured he was there for a stripper fun time? And now she’d tracked him down in a little jealous rage.

Bash couldn’t hold back his grin.

Charlotte scowled deeper, and he thought of five ways to get her to smile at him. All of those ways involved his tongue on her body.

“Come with me,” he said, guiding her. They took the stairs along the hallway, where Bash pushed open his door.

“Is this your bedroom?”

“Yeah, only when I stay at the club.”

“But you have a house?” she asked, staying close to him. As Bash closed the door above her head, she glanced at the simple room. All that was in the room was a bed, a dresser, and an armchair. It was somewhere to stay overnight when he didn’t feel like riding home, especially if they had late meetings. Sweet bottoms and the house mouse ensured the entire club was kept clean. Bash wasn’t the neatest person; he dropped clothes where he took them off and left dishes on the counter at home, but the sweet bottoms had always taken care of the patched brothers’ properties. Especially since Scarlett started a cleaning service so they could earn a paycheck.

“Yeah, darling, I have a house.” One she refused invitations to.

Another little huff came from her, and Bash smiled. She smelled incredible. Like musk and temptation. The infamous forbidden fruit. He resisted dipping his nose into her glossy hair and inhaling her.

“I bet you take all the strippers there, don’t you?”

He was fighting his hard-on with all of his will. Standing so close, if she brushed against him again, she would feel what her proximity did to him.

Charlotte wasn’t doing anything but existing, and Bash was balancing his sanity, jonesing for her in the worst way.

Fuck it . Bash leaned down and pressed his nose to the beating pulse on her neck. Hearing how she gasped, he inhaled her scent. The battering of his heart matched that of his growing cock.

So that he didn’t scare her away, Bash put his ass in the chair. Not that Charlotte noticed; she’d turned her back to him, waving her hands.

“And another thing…”

What was the first thing? He wondered with a smile.

Damn, he loved seeing wasted Charlotte.

She was letting rip with her unfiltered thoughts and loose tongue, and he wanted all of her so he didn’t interrupt.

“You can’t be hanging around strippers, okay?” she spun around and then slapped a hand on her forehead. “Woo, head rush. Yeah, anyway. No strippers for you, Benjamin. You’re my friend, not theirs. I disapprove, and I hated seeing you going in there knowing gorgeous women would flock to you like… like, what flocks?” she gestured a dismissive hand in the air. “They’d be all over you, is what I mean. Oh, gosh, is it hot? Did you turn on the heat?”

She was staking a claim on him. Did she realize that?