Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

TWENTY-ONE

Charlotte

It was sometime later, when Denver arrived, she was finally finished, and Dillion’s arm was stitched and bandaged. The bikers scattered when they saw she knew her stuff. Only Bash and Axel remained with the other prospect—whose name she forgot.

“Shit, look at you, probie, being taken care of by the best,” he remarked. She snapped off the apron and balled it up to throw in the trash can. “Everything okay here, Lottie?”

Lottie was still half salty with that biker, but she’d be civil. “Yes, he needed forty stitches. I’ve given him antibiotics from your supplies. Make sure he takes the entire course and changes the dressing regularly, or that arm will need amputating.”

“What?” Dillion jack-knifed to a sitting position, his eyes growing wide.

Both Lottie and Denver laughed.

“She’s yanking your chain, probie.”

“Oh, thank fuck. I need my arm, babe.”

She started for the door where Bash was waiting, but Denver gently caught her arm. “Thanks for this, Lottie. You took care of one of ours. It means a lot.”

“It’s no problem.”

“And what else?” Bash said, staring so severely that Lottie shivered from how attractive he was. His question was directed at Denver. Bash’s closest friend let out a small laugh before directing his gaze towards her.

“And I’m sorry for blackmailing you into letting me take this stuff. I never would have ratted you out.” Denver’s eyes gave Lottie a coherent message - he would do whatever it takes. And after being around the men here, she understood that, weirdly.

“Apology accepted.”

“He’s not gonna do that shit again, are you, Denver?” advised Bash, in his oh-so-seriously, pantie-melting rough voice.

“Nope.” He smirked, kinda meaning it.

“I appreciate that,” she told him. “If you’d asked me first, I could have connected you with a medical supply company. It’s like Costco, only cheaper and tax deductible, practically free, which is your preferred price.” She said, tongue-in-cheek. Denver laughed. Bash didn’t.

He was already advancing into the room to take her hand. “Are you finished here?”

“Yeah, unless Dillion wants that amputation now?”

“Hell no.” The guy jumped off the table. “Thanks, Bash’s nurse. I owe you big time.”

She expected Bash to take her home after the excitement, but he led her to his room through the hallways and stairwell.

Lottie’s stomach muscles tightened like a vise, and every hair on her body rose, anticipating his next move. While he unlocked the door, he put her in front of him. With his free hand, he latched onto her ponytail, and zips of pleasure went down Lottie’s arms.

“Say nothing yet, baby. I’m hanging on by a thread.” He issued a fiery warning.

He encouraged her into the room, flipped on a light, locking them into his club bedroom.

The air was palpable, whipping heat around them like a typhoon.

She remained static, her heart banging out of her chest, and her pussy was aching for the attention of only one man. The intensity of his gaze was so fiery that it was a wonder his bedroom didn’t catch fire.

Bash shrugged out of his club vest, placing it on a hook on the back of the door.

Of course, she remembered this room, where it all started for them, yet nothing held her attention like he did.

Bash exuded an incredibly masculine energy. His captivating appearance caused every part of her body to ache from only a glimpse. From his tousled brown hair to the shadowed tattoos on his skin. The thick silver rings on almost every finger, including his thumb, thrilled her. His well-worn jeans hugged his perfectly sculpted rear end like a work of art.

That man had an ass worth posting about on social media.

“Do you realize how fucking incredible you were taking care of the probie?” His pride in her made emotion bubble in her stomach. But he wasn’t finished with his praise. “I watched you that day saving the boy’s life on the roadside, and I was so turned on by you, I could have punched through the road to get at you, but I couldn’t do anything then. But I can now. Take off your clothes, Charlotte.”

He spoke his demand in a thick and unmistakable timber.

Lottie’s thighs tingled, and she had the urge to rub them together like a stick insect because of what he was doing to her.

“I want to watch you undress for me, baby. But if you need me to do it for you…”

Didn’t that boost her confidence?

Overwhelmed with exhilaration.

She was desired.

She was wanted .

Bash was completely into her and he didn’t even try to hide it.

She was nothing but erratic breaths and sexual longing as she toed off her sandals and snapped open the buttons of her prim white shorts. Bash didn’t miss a thing as his eyelids fell to half-mast. It was exciting to have him watching her.

“That’s right, my good girl.”

His praise spirited right between her legs, and her clit frantically pulsed, craving his fingers to make the ache stop.

Bash hadn’t missed her reaction as she stepped out of her shorts. “You like that, don’t you? Being my good girl.”

“I think I do, yeah.”

He smirked in return and came forward. Before he reached her, Lottie whipped the t-shirt over her head, leaving her only in a cute turquoise bra and panties set, decorated in delicate flowers around the edges.

The way Bash’s stare flamed, you would have thought she was a lingerie model flaunting her seductive lace.

His breathing increased, similar to Lottie’s.

She couldn’t stand the distance any longer. “Will you touch me now? Please .”

Bash charged at Lottie like a bull, grabbing her around the waist.

“I’m thirteen years older than you, little darling, yet I know this body was made to be mine.” He expressed so much confidence in his gruff way.

She couldn’t disagree. Not when he was the only man she felt this way about.

“The first time I saw you,” Bash said. One hand rolled up between her aching breasts, and he latched those fingers around her throat like a rope. “You stole the breath out of me. You took charge of the situation and then handled a bunch of asshole bikers like kindergarteners. And there I was, gaping at you like my whole fucking life just changed.”

Oh.

OH.

“You’re in that same place as me now, aren’t you, little darling?” he husked, a smile striking his features. His fingers made a necklace around her throat.

“Yeah, I’m there now, too.” She answered truthfully. “I just like to take my time.”

Bash chuckled. Before she knew it, he’d thrown her down on the bed with a bounce and a surprised squeal from her lips.

“You’re about to experience what my mouth can do. It’s my turn to take my time.” Bash nuzzled his mouth into the side of her neck, scraping with his teeth until she wanted to writhe underneath him. “I really want you to beg.”

Her head felt light, her body was heavy with lust. Begging she could do. She was about to beg like a frantic animal.

She’d never stood a chance against him. While Bash may have been ready for a relationship before her, Lottie was ready now.

Lottie most likely wouldn’t have admitted her feelings for him if it was up to her. She would have remained friends with him, enduring the suffering of unrequited longing until he found someone new.

Something deep inside her reacted to Bash in a way that felt so carnal, so real. A part of her soul was yawning awake and begging him to keep her.

It sounded ridiculous, especially for a woman who couldn’t wax poetically. She didn’t even know if she possessed a romantic side yet, but she was willing to jump in with both feet if it meant she kept feeling these incredible, pulsing sensations whenever Bash touched her.

A tsunami-like wave of arousal surged through her veins. It was so strong that it robbed her of sanity.

She not only wanted him. She needed him.

How was he naturally dominant in making her lose her mind with the slightest touch? As his lips roamed across her cheek to find her mouth for a fast, over-too-soon kiss, then that wicked mouth moved down her chest, she stroked her fingers through his hair and trembled.

“Need to warm my girl up first.” He claimed, raising his head to take her mouth possessively, forcing his tongue inside until Lottie moaned in ecstasy.

Get her warm? Was the biker insane? Couldn’t he tell she was almost combusting?

But then his hand slid into her panties, and she dissolved into a moaning wreck as soon as his seeking fingers focused on her clit, and started strumming with precise movements.

Lottie’s hips bucked, and she whimpered into his mouth, pleading for more.

She was plenty ‘warm’ in moments as she rushed to a climax so powerful she thought she might have broken her back. She had to pull away from Bash’s mouth mid-moan.

After days of experiencing a preview of sex, she craved it even more. The more he tormented her with his mouth and hands, she thought she might turn into a nymphomaniac.

Shaking with remnants of an orgasm, she focused on Bash, who was watching her, and whispered against his mouth, “Please. Again?”

Bash jack-knifed to his feet but didn’t go far, and he used her ankles to yank Lottie to the edge of the bed, where he leaned in and buried his nose against the crotch of her underwear.

She nearly died on the spot. Attempting to crush his head by snapping her thighs closed, but he forced them wider, to run his nose up and down the dampened crotch. Sniffing her.

Oh heavens above, she was dying as every inch of skin became pink.

“Fuck, Charlotte. You are incredible. Look at you spread open for me. My sweet begging girl, this is the way I’ve needed to taste you.”

He yanked her underwear off and jammed them into his back pocket.

“Beautiful girl.” He dropped to his knees like he was going to worship. Lottie angled up to her elbows so she could see him better. When he traced a fingertip along her slit, then brought that finger to his lips, he groaned. “This perfect pussy is going to get to know my mouth, baby. I’m gonna need it often.” Oh, please .

Regarding sexual experience, Lottie trailed behind Bash, but she knew what she wanted, and it was him all over her.

She yearned to map her hands over the hot valleys and dips on that perfect specimen of a man. And to make him grunt noises the same way he ripped sounds out of her.

She wanted to kiss him until she died from lack of oxygen, and then to come back to life so she could see how masculine his skin tasted.

Lottie was insatiable for him.

He’d been the perfect boyfriend for weeks.

Attentive.

Caring.

And downright seductive.

Now Lottie needed him to be the dirtiest.

“About to be, baby.” He told her, and she realized, in her hazy lust, that she had spoken her fantasy aloud. “I’m gonna take my good girl for a walk on the filthy side.”

He showed her how by keeping her legs forced open with his hands, he blew air over her mound, gave it the tiniest lick along her slit, and then… ohhh , Lottie moaned like she thought they did in porn films when Bash—the sweetest, kindest man on earth—ate her pussy like a starved, unhinged man.

He was lewd with it, lashing his tongue from side to side until he edged into her lips, and then he licked some more, seeking her screaming clit—throbbing for the attention. He didn’t make her wait before he latched his mouth on like a demon and sucked.

Oh, god, he sucked so hard.

Lottie bent forward, one hand fisted into Bash’s hair, and tumbled into a tailspin with building pleasure she’d never felt before. Why hadn’t she anticipated how wonderful oral sex would feel?

Made better with the way he rasped filthy words against her sex while he ate her and grunted sex-like noises.

“Beautiful pussy.”

“Drown me, baby.”

“Let me have it, Charlotte. That orgasm you’re holding onto belongs to me. I want it now .”

His words absorbed into Lottie’s skin and occupied every crevice with mushy satisfaction.

Those last words were pressed against her aching center as Bash rode two long fingers into her and curled them in a way that destroyed her.

Lottie instantly flatlined.