Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

NINETEEN

Charlotte

“Kiss me, Charlotte.”

Lottie answered Bash’s demand by leaning into his unyielding body and gently pressing her lips to his. She was still baffled about why she enjoyed how he demanded affection from her. Her body snapped to attention each time, begging to obey and please him.

The kiss started slowly, his lips tenderly tempting hers, savoring the moment.

Gentle yet assertive .

Giving her no doubt that Bash was in control of her mouth. Entirely .

She hummed against those soft lips. Then, she angled her head to the right as Bash’s incredible tongue slipped inside her mouth, taking control, and he emitted a groan so sexy her fingers dug into his veined forearms so she didn’t wither to the floor.

Bash was amazing at kissing.

Was it possible to become addicted to someone’s mouth?

If she was on better terms with Toni, she’d ask her the question. But right now, she was keeping her distance despite Toni’s efforts to make amends.

His hand held the side of her face possessively, keeping her mouth hostage under the skill of his tongue as he tangled it around hers. Lottie moaned into Bash’s mouth and rode her hands up the front of his chest, unable to resist touching him.

Another addiction, she realized. Touching him was stimulating, and he never stopped her curious fingers.

His mouth pressed against hers urgently. Demanding . Using his thumbs on her jawline so her mouth opened wider.

He acted starved, with bites and licks that almost curled her poker-straight hair in a ponytail. It was as if kissing her was the sole thought occupying his mind throughout the day. Lottie inched nearer until her stomach grazed his crotch, and the breath was ripped out of her, feeling how powerful he was.

Arousal hit her from all corners.

That buzz of attraction was ever growing. Turned on by her boyfriend, she didn’t even know who she was anymore.

Fused at the hips, he touched the front of her neck in a dominant move, causing her to shudder with anticipation before he wound her ponytail around his hand.

“I dream of this hair.” He husked against her lips. “Using it like a rope while I take this mouth, so I can seduce these innocent lips into wrapping around my cock.”

Oh, wow. When Bash said those hot words, she imagined it all, and damn, it made her even more turned on, thinking he’d take control of her actions. And how good at it he’d be.

He tugged on her ponytail and slanted her head, kissing down the column of her throat.

Plundered . It was the only word for it.

It was charged, risky, and filled with enticing promises.

With a rapid heartbeat, she moved away from him when their kiss eventually slowed, trying to catch her breath. Recalling their location outside of the Diablos’ entryway.

Even before that, when she’d heard his black Dodge outside her house, she’d felt the overwhelming need for his mouth. She acted impulsively and caught Bash off guard by jumping into his arms.

He collected her in his car because she’d insisted she couldn’t go to a cookout empty-handed. She’d carefully placed a jumbo container of devilled eggs on the back seat. Her secret ingredient was finely chopped jalapenos and chive mayo mixed with the yolks. They were always a big hit when she took them to work potlucks.

Now, all Lottie wanted was to be alone with this man and kiss him until her lips were numb. The idea of walking inside and being social for however long, while she felt twisted up inside, wasn’t appealing at all.

“Kissing you is the sexiest thing in the world.” He shared, his voice all rough and heavy with longing. She was learning to pick up his cues better, and how he looked at her was not masked. Bash wanted to be alone with her, too.

“We could always drop off the devilled eggs and skip out…” she suggested, hoping he’d say yes—a little scared he’d say yes.

As horny as he was making her feel, Lottie wasn’t sure yet if she was ready to jump on a massive biker cock and lose her virginity. And Bash wasn’t pushing her. She used to think guys had manly tantrums if they didn’t get enough sex, but he was so sweet and patient, and she loved him even more for it. She liked him even more for it. Liked .

“Ah, baby. You don’t know how badly I want that. But I want you at my club. Do you understand? I want you to see it’s not as bad as you imagine.”

Lottie nodded. She couldn’t put it off forever. And deep down, she knew the Diablos were nothing like Thorn’s gang. Bash made it clear what kind of man he was.

He was overloading her awakened hormonal system, replacing everything she’d known with feelings of longing that only his mouth and hands could appease.

His head stayed close until she could look at the deepening color of his irises. Such a handsome man. She could gaze at him endlessly, without wanting to tear her eyes away.

“I don’t know what you see in me, Ben. I’m odd. But I sure love kissing you.” When his eyes flashed darker, she realized what she’d said and burned all over as he pressed his chest to hers. “ Bash . I meant to say Bash!”

“If you wanna be odd, then be fucking odd, darling. I’m still gonna be into you. I’m still gonna drag you into dark corners and feel you up and make you moan.”

He had the upper hand in every aspect of their relationship.

And truth be told, she preferred it that way.

Every time Bash took control or shoved into her comfort zone, she grew warm and sticky inside and softened for him, anticipating what he would say or do next.

The man had no filter, and she secretly loved it.

Say my real name when you want fucking .

She heard it repeated in her head and realized that’s what Bash was doing. He was waiting for her to tell him when she wanted it.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it across the door. I’ll fuck you in the back seat of my car.” He growled against Lottie’s neck and then stepped back, but hooked up her hand to keep her close.

Lottie laughed airily and tugged on his hand, reminding him about the eggs in his car. “I can’t help having eyeballs, Be… Bash .”

His gaze snapped to hers when she nearly slipped with his name again, and something syrupy unfurled in the lowest region of her abdomen, where all her sexual appetites were waking up and listening only to his command.

“You can’t help having a sexy little body, either. Let’s head inside before I devour it.”

Thank goodness for Bash’s crude tongue. It kept her mind so discombobulated that she didn’t worry about being nervous when introducing her to many faces. The man at her side had already swept the nerves out of her and replaced them with a savage longing for him.

Lottie didn’t yet have a soda in her hand when she gasped loudly, thankful for the heavy rock music pumping through wall speakers, so no one else caught it. She latched onto Bash’s bare arm, where the Henley was pushed up his muscular tatted forearm, with the ribbon of veins on the underside, and she shook him for his attention.

She stared across the room like she was seeing things.

“Bash. Bash! Omg. Omg ! Be cool.” She whispered when he dipped his head to her mouth. “Don’t look now, but The Rory Kidd is over there.”

She had loved Rory Kidd’s music for as long as she could remember. The woman had a voice gifted by the angels, because she could sing any genre of music, and make it sound as though she was singing to you personally.

At her side, her boyfriend chuckled and handed Lottie a glass of Pepsi, with a lot of ice clinking against the glass and a black straw stuck in the top. Still, all her concentration was watching the woman in the flowery maxi dress sitting with her biker husband, who looked as sullen and scary as a man could be. But Rory Kidd smiled lovingly as she played with the biker’s fingers.

“I told you Aurora was married to Ruin, yeah? And I told you about the antics of their teacup pig,” reminded an amused Bash.

Lottie was too busy hyperventilating to take notice of his masculine logic. Pft, who had time for that when she was having a fangirl moment?

“Hearing that you know her and seeing her with my eyeballs are two different things, Bash.” She breathed, unable to contain the electric excitement zipping around her chest. “I think I’m sweating. Have I turned red?”

“I think I want to know why you don’t get this excited over me, little darling,” he smirked, tapping a fingertip on the edge of her nose.

“Hey, I get plenty excited for you in a different way. But this is Rory Kidd. I’ve loved her music for ages. You’ve seen all my CDs! I even collected the limited edition ones her record company put out last year, even though she’s been retired a long time.”

“I know, little darling,” he flashed that sinful smirk again, and she tuned back into Bash’s frequency, shuddering when he slid a hand to hold her low on the hip. “Do you wanna meet her?”

“Meet her?” she shrieked, wide-eyed, nerves bumping all over Lottie. “Like in person? With my face?”

“Baby.” He chuckled and tapped a kiss on her lips. “You are fucking adorable. Yes, in person, that’s how it usually goes. You can’t be any worse than Casey, who screamed right in Rory’s face when she met her.”

“Oh, god. I have to be cooler than that then.” She heaved in a calming breath and took the longest sip of the soda. “Is she nice? I’m sure she is. You can tell with some famous people that they’re as nice as you want them to be.” She gibbered.

Yep. Rory Kidd was even lovelier in person when Bash nearly carried her across the room so Lottie could meet her musical idol. It felt like a dream, and Lottie floated on air.

Most everyone was outside because of the sunny day. The grill had been fired up, and the smells of charred meat permeated the air. And a bounce house was set up for the kids attending with their families. But one by one, more of the bikers’ wives drifted over to Lottie and Rory Kidd. There was Scarlett, Monroe, and Casey, who she thankfully knew more than the others. Then Kylie and Kelly came over, and last, Nina. Bash rose to his feet and dipped his head to kiss her. Lottie took it shyly, feeling her cheeks heat.

“I’m gonna leave you with the girls while I grab you a plate of everything. You good with that?”

“Of course,” she smiled gratefully and tugged on his collar to kiss him again. Bash’s eyes darkened, and he put his mouth on her ear. “My good girl.” Then, to the other biker, he said, “You wanna escape with me, Ruin?”

Ruin grunted. He hadn’t said a word since Lottie had sat down, but he was watchful, especially over his wife. The guy was about as intense as it came. “Are you okay, beauty?”

“Yeah, love. Get some food. You didn’t eat earlier.”

Ruin frowned. “I’ll be back soon. What will you do if you need me?”

“I will scream Jesse! at the top of my lungs,” Rory Kidd chuckled and wasn’t shy when she smacked a kiss on her husband. “I promise I’m fine.”

“She’s fine, Ruin.” Piped Scarlett, wearing the cutest cut-off shorts and red sandals to match her fire-red hair. “Or you could stay and gossip with us.”

Ruin rose to his feet and kissed Rory again. Then, with Bash, they both strode off toward the back of the building.

“Whoa, your husband is intense, if you don’t mind me saying,” Lottie remarked, and Rory beamed.

It was Nina who said. “Girl, you have seen nothing yet, so stick around; you’ll see intense in abundance.”

“He’s mad at me because I forgot my property patch.” Explained Rory and Lottie’s brow creased with confusion.

“What’s that?”

“When we’re at these things, the guys like us to wear a Property Of patch, so other men know we’re taken and don’t hit on us.” Said Monroe, and that’s when Lottie noticed all the women, apart from Rory Kidd, were wearing similar leather vests to what the guys wore. Each one was a different color. The patches on the back said which man they belonged to.

“Mine is pink.” Stated Rory, “But it doesn’t go with my dress, so Jesse is scowling.”

“No one would dare even look at you, Rory. They know he’d spoon their eyes out.” Informed Kylie, holding a glass of clear liquid. The woman had a riot of tight curled hair bouncing on her shoulders and was wearing hot pink nail varnish.

All the biker’s wives were incredibly gorgeous.

“I told him this rock he put on my finger was enough claiming, but you know how he is.” Lottie got the impression she loved her husband’s passion.

In her chest, she felt a pinch of envy.

Not for another biker, but for what those women wore.

They’d been claimed. They belonged to someone.

As archaic as it was, it felt like they were part of something huge.

An unbreakable partnership.

And Lottie experienced a twinge of envy, wondering if Bash would want her to wear his Property Of patch. Or if another woman before her already had worn it.

Was it a reusable patch?

But it was wild to even think about it right now.

They weren’t there yet .