Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

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Bash

Bash felt a rush of approval bubble up in his throat.

“Anyway, that’s what I came to say. I should go now.” She remained motionless. Bash wouldn’t let it happen if she made a move toward the door. When he knifed out of the seat, her eyes got big, and she tilted her chin to look up at him.

“You are the tallest man on earth.” She remarked breathlessly. Blinking slowly.

And then she did something that made his head explode when she popped open her jeans’ button, unzipped them, and started pushing them down her gorgeous legs. Far from objecting, Bash would be thrilled by Charlotte giving him a striptease. He’d beg if he had to, but she’d made his tongue go dry, and now his heart triple-beat against his ribcage.

“Ah, god, that’s better. I can breathe again.” This was the same woman who got shy if she accidentally touched his hand while they shared food. And now she was wearing only a blouse and black briefs. The dirty bastard inside Bash lapped up the half-naked sight like he’d been sent an express gift from someone above who loved him.

Beautiful girl.

She was exquisite .

He licked his lower lip and tried to recall why he was a decent guy.

He was in so much trouble.

She was an oblivious cocktease, wiggling her ass to peel off the jeans. Bash was losing it, with blood pounding in his ears, ready to let out all the dirty thoughts he had about her.

“Where was I? Oh yes, I remember now. I was leaving.”

“You can’t leave while you’re smashed, Charlotte. Sit down.” He gave her a little nudge to put her ass on the edge of his bed. Then crouched down and started taking off her boots and the jeans hooked onto them.

“You could take me home on the bike. I want to do it so many times, it was so much fun.”

“I’ll take you out on the bike whenever you want to, but not tonight.”

“Boo, you’re no fun, Bash.” She pouted and ran her fingers through his hair. The pleasure and agony conflicted within him, unsure of his feelings for this version of her. He wanted her to touch him when she was stone-cold sober, when she was his scowling little darling.

The purity in her innocent eyes instantly aroused Bash. So many unspoken truths hung in the air between them.

He was ready to get real, be upfront and see what Charlotte thought about it.

If she ran away from him, he’d chase her.

Clearly, he’d allowed his psycho passion out of the box because he was almost licking his chops as he watched Charlotte wandering around his room, touching everything as she did. He’d have to take her to his house so she could roll on his couches and bed, get her scent on everything. On the third lap, she stumbled, and Bash shot forward to catch the little darling before she face-planted the floor.

She giggled at his save and grabbed onto his forearms. “Caught me.”

“Yeah, I did. You’re a little brat when you’re drunk.” He hummed and held her steady before he sat down and put her on his lap. “Stay where I put you, Charlotte,” Bash warned and watched her eyes haze over with lust. The heat was blatant and unmasked, and he was aware of the potential addiction it held.

“I’m hardly drunk,” she made a pft sound in his face but followed it by playing with his hair again, murmuring how soft it was. “You should do that more often,” she went on, rolling one fingertip to his smiling mouth. “This crooked smile is so cute, did you know that? Ugh, I bet strippers tell you all the time how hot and irresistible you are.”

They didn’t, but he wanted to hear more about her thoughts. He was downright greedy for them.

“Do you think I’m hot and irresistible?”

Charlotte groaned and laid her forehead on his shoulder. “I wish you didn’t look like you. I was fine before you looked like you,” she babbled.

Not fully understanding her drunk train of thought, Bash only hummed and gripped the side of her thigh. He was a man who knew when to keep his trap shut and let his lady do the talking.

“I never liked men.” She huffed as she played with his hair and beard. The bottom of Bash’s stomach fell out. If she was a lesbian, he would throw himself off the nearest roof. He couldn’t be half in love with a woman he had no chance with. But then she continued. “I wasn’t sexually attracted to anyone. There’s a word for it, but I can’t remember it now. Wow, my head is so fuzzy. Make the room stop spinning, Bash.” She said, groaning, and she fisted his shirt.

Despite his love for having her close, he didn’t want his sweet girl to suffer. His hand moved in a stroking motion around her nape. “You ate a pound of fucking cannabis, baby. You’re going to spin for a while.”

She made a noise of anguish, and Bash felt it in his chest.

He smoked weed but hadn’t tried edibles. He was baffled by her behavior. She was the most level-headed person he knew.

Weeks after Tomb and Nina resolved their marital issues, Bash recalled seeing the old ladies being uncharacteristically rowdy. It was discovered that they’d bought edibles and were high as kites. His brothers showed up quickly once they discovered what their wives were up to. Only Axel entered the room like a whirlwind, lifting Scarlett onto his shoulder and carrying her upstairs to her former bedroom.

“Hold on to me, Charlotte, and I’ll stop the room from spinning.”

“See.” She jabbed him in the ribs, her face nuzzling his hoodie. “You say lovely things. Why do you have to be the first person I’m attracted to? It’s so complicated.”

If she’d shot his ass full of bullets, Bash would have been less stunned as his smile grew. Fucking finally, she admitted it.

She settled into his chest after she caressed his hair and beard some more.

“Why is it complicated, darling?”

“Because I thought you were in a dangerous gang like Nora’s Thorn, but you’re not bad, Bash.” She giggled and flopped over his arm, swinging her legs over the chair. “Bad Bash. Bad, bad, Bash, watch out, ladies, he has a gorgeous face that will make your tummy feel funny. But you can’t look at him too long because his face is perfect. And all you think about is kissing him and tasting his lips.”

Bash wasn’t complaining about her confessions. It was more than he could have hoped for.

He was on fire, and so fucking turned on.

She had secretly wanted to kiss him.

For minutes, he luxuriated in having her snuggled into him while she babbled incoherently about her shit night. Also forbidding him to play with strippers—her words. All the while, Bash soothed his girl through the worst of her high comedown. When she said the dizziness was better, she purred into his neck as he rubbed her upper back with circles.

More declarations came out of her perfect lips.

She said she loved spending time with him and couldn’t wait to see him each day.

“I think I’m addicted to you, Bash.” Her sweet sigh made Bash nearly burst. He knew she was stoned, and he shouldn’t take advantage.

He wouldn’t .

But his blood was burning to take her taste into his mouth.

Ah, fuck it.

He was no saint. Couldn’t even pretend to be one.

With a growl, as Charlotte teased the fuck out of him by licking her lower lip, he crushed her mouth, swallowing her gasp of surprise. But then she did the sweetest thing ever, and she melted and gave in to his kiss. Inviting him in by opening her mouth, she raked her nails through his hair and mewled, arching into his body, stretching for more.

If what she said was true and his little darling hadn’t been sexually attracted to anyone until him, then he was going to show her what a kiss could do. She might be high now, but he was about to send her head into the fucking clouds as he pushed his tongue into her waiting mouth and then sucked on hers. The sounds she made had his dick harder than a spike. Bash knew he couldn’t take it further—even as his body disagreed. But kissing her was the best damn thing he’d ever waited for.

Sometimes cravings don’t live up to the hype.

The first beer.

The first time staying out past curfew.

Dating a cheerleader.

Getting head for the first time hadn’t been as good as his younger self had thought. The chick had nearly bitten his dick off with her braces.

But kissing Charlotte was a dream come true.

“So fucking sweet.” He groaned into her lips, going deeper, tasting her as fast as he could, just like a glutton would with a piece of cake. As he slowed down, barely touching her tongue with little licks, she was like a wild thing, obsessed with kissing and wanting more and more.

Bash was here and very willing to provide.

Eventually, their kissing came to a natural stop. Bash peppered smaller kisses to her wet lips and nearly came in his sweatpants when he watched her lick her lips like she was savoring the taste of cotton candy, her eyes all unfocused and dreamy.

“I’ll remind you of every word you’ve said when you’re sober tomorrow.” He warned.

They’d crossed into an unknown terrain with infinite possibilities on the other side, so he wasn’t letting his little nurse shy away from him now.

“Psh. I have a fantastic memory.” She jabbed him, then let her head flop on his shoulder. “I knew Bash would kiss like a god. He’s too perfect; he can’t be real.” She talked like she didn’t even realize she was sitting on him, with his taste lingering in her mouth.

His raging cock was all too real, and so was his thudding heart. He was completely infatuated with her, on the verge of serenading her with Barry White’s lyrics.

Bash was this side of desperate to be her scratching post. To let Charlotte play with him like her favorite toy. But there was a shred of decency in him not to do that while she was intoxicated. Fuck his fucking decency . He groaned in agony.

“This is the best dream yet,” she purred, rubbing her face on his goatee. “So real.”

“Little darling,” he chuckled, waiting until she looked him in the eyes. “I am real, and this is real. You’re grinding on my dick.”

She slowly blinked. “Hmm. I rarely do that in my dreams. But it feels perfect to have Bash all to myself.”

The top of his skull burned with the scrape of her nails. Jesus , this woman was killing him. He’d schemed to play dirty tricks and use all his ingenuity to get her to fall for him. He didn’t know she was already there. What a dumbass for not realizing it earlier.

Charlotte’s words repeated in his mind, and he was feral for the answer. Basking in her skin’s softness, he brushed his thumb against her mouth, pulling the lower lip down to touch the inner wetness.

“Is that what you want, Charlotte? To have me all to yourself?”

She flashed him a serene smile and leaned in until their foreheads touched. She’d started pawing at his chest and neck, trying to get at his skin. Bash groaned and shoved her hand up into his hoodie. Rubbing his belly seemed to make her happy, but it made him want her even more when she scratched his abs.

“Answer me like a good girl.”

“Ugh, I like that. Why do I like that so much? Bash’s good girl. It’s like this thirst in my throat I can’t quench.” Her head lolled on his shoulder, and her hand stilled on his stomach.

She wanted to be his good girl.

Dream. Coming. Fucking. True.

Bash grunted and pressed his face into the side of Charlotte’s honey-scented neck, scraping his teeth only a little, not even to mark—not yet. But she gasped and reared her head back, blinking slowly.

“Did you bite me?”

“Do you want me to?”

She hesitated, nothing but burning lust looking out of those hazel eyes, and Bash realized how lucky he was to be the one seeing it happen as she nibbled cutely on her lip, before nodding her head shyly.

He’d leave his teeth marks all over her silken skin if she asked him nicely.

His girl was a gift.

If only she’d given him these confessions months ago.

But they didn’t stop coming.

While stoned and cuddled in Bash’s arms, Charlotte told him the sweetest secrets to make him the happiest fucking man on earth.

It was too bad if she thought she was dreaming or talking to herself. He wasn’t forgetting a word of it.

“Little darling, tell me again how you want to keep me.” He coaxed diabolically.

“You are wicked.” She poked, chuckling coyly. But she shared all her fantasies and private thoughts, and Bash soaked in each one like the greediest monster.

It might have been an hour. She’d grown quieter, and Bash knew he should put Charlotte to bed; it was late, and he wasn’t driving her home tonight. But he couldn’t let her free from his arms yet. She felt incredible bundled into him.

She’d shared so much with him.

Everything he’d remind her of tomorrow. There was no hiding from it now he had her truth. He was fucking happy, even if she had come to him in a way she might regret.

He would own the body, soul, skin, and bones of Charlotte Martin. He would own her desires and make them happen. There would be no crevice of her innocent mind he wouldn’t know personally.

And he couldn’t wait.

When she mumbled his name, he reminded her she wasn’t alone by stroking her back to clasp her nape.

Eventually, she’d gone up on her knees so she could straddle his lap. Now they were groin to groin, and Bash hadn’t been aware he could stay hard for so long. He was a medical marvel.

“I’ve got you. You’re in my hands now, darling. Your body, mind, and heart are all safe.” Bash didn’t want to freak out Charlotte by bringing up anything serious tonight, especially since she let her guard down. He’d keep it for the morning. “Wanna know what’s on my mind? How crazy happy I am that you came to me tonight?”

She nodded, all cute, and he smiled, running his thumb against the edge of her pointed chin. And when she sighed contently and then nestled closer, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder, her tits rubbing against Bash’s front, he felt a stirring of satisfaction in his chest. That noise of frustration he’d been enduring for months suddenly was silent because he had Charlotte against his body. Meant to be there.

“I’m considering how quickly I could make you whimper from a little over-the-clothes touching. And I’d give every dollar I have to know how you sound when you come for me.” Her breath stuttered, and then she purred like a little cat and rubbed her face on his shirt, her fingers digging into his back. A mix of frustration and excitement in the sound as Bash lazily continued to caress her. It was an addiction touching her. He knew this latest version of Charlotte was all to do with what she’d taken tonight. The effects of that combo had loosened her up to a degree even he couldn’t have hoped for.

Was he a bastard for encouraging it? Sure was. But would he stop himself from going too far? If she kept grinding on him in the way she was, he couldn’t say how strong his morals would continue to be. At best, they were crumbling at the edges. And at worst, he was a degenerate aching to lap up her moans and cries.

“Can you imagine that?”

They’d been platonic all this time.

In Charlotte’s mind, they were only friends. Not Bash’s, but he was willingly pushing the boundaries. Breaking down the walls she’d erected almost on sight. Breaking through those walls with stroking affection was dangerous territory, but he couldn’t hold himself at a distance.

She was a compulsion of the highest caliber, and he’d been offered unlimited access.

Bash was far from a squeaky-clean hero. If anything, he related more to a villain. And now he’d been presented with paradise on a lickable plate. Every devil on his shoulder shouted for him to take, take, take .

She’s yours. Take her. Own her .

“You’re so vocal. And dirty.” She whispered in a tone filled with shy awe.

“I’ll make it clear how much I want you, Charlotte. You’re a dream come true,” He replied with honesty. Every word was firm with the force of his desire. “You have no idea what noises I’ll make for you, little darling. Groaning your name like a chant when you wrap these sweet lips around my hopeful cock. Cursing to the ceiling as I jet my come in your fluttering pussy, and then groaning again, when I watch it run down your thighs, knowing how wet I’m making you.” Bash pressed against the hollow of her neck while peppering her skin with whisper kisses. “I won’t hold anything back now. Do you understand?”

“God, Bash. Yeah, I understand,” she moaned in return, color hitching a ride on the higher portion of her cheeks. Her legs clasped tighter on either side of his knees.

“All you need to do is ask, and I’ll show you,” he implied, urging her to give him the word. Though he knew he was close to losing control and he would fuck Charlotte only when she was in her sober mind. It didn’t stop him teasing her, though. And he rasped the most indecent things in her ear. She was so excited by his proposals that she rocked her hot core against his groin.

She puffed out air. “I need…” she stopped, like she couldn’t find the words or was hesitant to say what she needed from him.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” He demanded, getting his hands on her ass; she made Bash’s eyeballs roll into the back of his skull as she started pumping her hips against him, going through the motions of humping him. She was killing him in the best way.

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” She panted against his neck. “I ache, Benjamin.”

Fuck him . His name on her lips went right to his dick, and he decided right there she’d only use his real name when they were like this.

It was a bad idea to encourage her to grind on his thigh. She would hate his guts when she sobered up. But the compulsion felt like an electric shock.

Just once, his body was saying. Feel her come right now .

Bash dipped his mouth to her ear and rasped. “Can you picture me touching you, Charlotte? How good will it feel?”

She panted, the wheezing exhales sizzling the skin on his neck, her fingers all grasping at the hoodie.

“I want you to grind harder. Go on, it’s only us here. Nothing you say or do will ever be the wrong thing. You know it’ll feel good.”

She pitched back and forth with each moan escaping from her lips, discovering how good it felt to have his solid thigh grazing up her tight little clit. Fuck, he was jealous of his leg getting the rub.

“ That’s my good girl . Now I want you to concentrate on my hands on your ass, forcefully rocking you, giving your clit the friction it needs.”

It was dizzying to Bash how quickly she obeyed as if she were born to listen to his demands. If given half a chance, he’d put her body through many demands that would leave her sopping wet and exhausted.

Each roll of her hips became a little more unhinged in tempo, stronger than the last, and she panted so sweetly Bash was sure he would detonate.

“Benjamin. Please .” She stuttered, and it was almost his undoing as his brain trip wired and his hands fisted tighter on her plump ass, driving her to move faster on his willing body. She was as hungrily feral as he’d hoped she would be.

“Good girl. You are spectacular, Charlotte. Soak my leg right through your panties until you’re dripping and shaking.” His voice was only a whisper now as he felt how she slammed through a climax. He had to hold on to her hips, so she didn’t buck right off his lap.

Never had Bash been a woman’s sex toy to get off on, and he felt a strange bond toward Charlotte growing around them, fixing them together.

While she’d babbled all her thoughts and dreams of them being together, she’d reused the exact words several times.

Never done this before.

Haven’t done that before.

My first time .

His mouth lowered down to her ear, and he felt the settling shudder going through her body. Every reverberation of her bones trembled underneath Bash’s fingers, reacting to the slightest request. Perfect .

“Charlotte, are you a virgin?” he asked, not wanting the answer but craving her to say the words. He had no right to ache for her to be untouched in that way, that only his hands would ever wring pleasure from her core. But he wanted it anyway.

It didn’t matter, even if she wasn’t. Bash was well prepared to fuck every man she’d ever had out of her tight little cunt until all she knew was the shape of his cock.

She’d confessed already no one had ever made her come.

Charlotte could no longer claim that since the proof was a wet patch on her shorts. He nipped her ear before bringing her face up.

“I’m the oldest virgin in creation,” she complained, rolling her eyes like it was a bad thing.

Bash could only hear the relentless drumming of his heart and feel the rush of possessiveness bubbling up in his throat.

Mine .

His little darling would be all his.

And so would her virginity.