Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

TWENTY-FOUR

Charlotte

A lot of factors normally played into waking Lottie every morning.

Usually, it was her bladder, demanding attention.

Most often, Prince howled from the doorway, so disgruntled that his human servant wasn’t catering to his every whim.

Never once had a hand come through the sheets to touch her. She came out of sleep with her heart racing hard, and her eyes pinged open, in fight-or-flight mode, ready to face a murderer.

On reflection, she probably screamed too loudly. It was the type of noise you’d hear on a 911 call, but in her defense, she hadn’t expected to see someone’s head lying next to her.

With a startled shriek, Lottie snapped her eyes closed, as a violent shudder electrified straight down her spine. She could be forgiven for forgetting a man was in her bed last night. It wasn’t as though it was a weekly, or ever, occurrence. Bash emitted a manly chuckle.

Was her hair a mess? Who knew?

Morning breath? Not too bad.

But she was entirely naked in bed with a naked boy.

That naked boy was lying on his stomach. His head turned her way, and his hand was palmed warmly on her quivering belly, stroking upward until he was holding her left breast.

“You have to open your eyes eventually, Charlotte.”

As Lottie’s eyes fluttered open, she was met with Bash’s gaze.

He broke into a smile. “There’s my girl.”

“I forgot you were here.” She confessed, breathless at the gorgeous sight of him.

Whereas Lottie probably looked like she’d slept inside a restaurant dumpster, Bash was beautiful, with a little more stubble than last night.

“I figured that when you squealed.” He played with her nipple, and Lottie had to think around the blissful sparks. “We have a problem, Charlotte.” He said gravely, and her heart sank.

Oh, no. He was already regretting their night together. He was going to give her a zero out of ten, did not recommend. Wasn’t he?

With the death grip on the bedsheet to keep her modesty, not that it mattered since Bash was fondling her beneath it, she bravely asked. “What’s the problem?”

“Two, really.”

She popped up her eyebrow and waited for the answer.

“First, I hope you have coffee because I need one.”

Whew. That she could do. Lottie was a coffee snob. If she ever treated herself to new gadgets, they were always coffee adjacent.

“And the second problem?”

“I’m trapped underneath a woolly mammoth.” Lottie cracked up laughing. Sure enough, when she rose from the pillow, there was her Prince, lying the full length on Bash’s back.

“When did that happen?” she giggled, unable to restrain it.

“About an hour ago. I didn’t want to wake you. I think he’s trying to suffocate me, Charlotte.”

The goateed biker was freaking adorable.

And he looked so relaxed in her queen-sized bed with his sharp, beautiful eyes watching her.

“He likes you, Bash. I don’t have any other data to base it on since he’s never sprawled across me in bed.”

“He’s jealous and wants to murder me.”

She giggled again, turning on her side to face him.

“You look cute.” It was the wrong thing to say because Bash tweaked her nipple, and she shrieked.

“Woman, you’re actively watching my slow slaughter, and you call me cute? I should spank you.”

“If you weren’t trapped under my beasty, you could.” She moaned as her nipple endured the pain once more. Then Lottie tapped the bed. “Come on, get off Bash. He doesn’t want to play cat and mouse. You won, my clever boy.”

Prince twitched his pointed ears, staring at her as he nuzzled the back of Bash’s head. Seeing her moody cat being so fond of someone was so bizarre.

But she couldn’t blame him, since she wanted to rub all over Bash, too. After more coaxing, the cat moved to the bottom of the bed to clean his paw.

“I saved your life. Now you owe me.”

She felt shy under his scrutiny, wishing to see into his thoughts.

“I’m not used to men in my bed.” She shared, randomly.

“Good.” He lunged forward to press his face into the side of her neck. His face scruff tickled and Lottie giggled. “You only need one man in your bed. I’m that man, Charlotte.”

She was weak and full of girlie endorphins. “Yeah, I got that.”

Prince was highly disgusted by their playful antics, and he swished his bushy tail, jumped down, and pranced out of the bedroom.

“I’m guessing you must be sore, so I will resist fucking you, baby,” Bash stated, just like that, no filter in sight, making Lottie blush to the high heavens. Because yeah, she was tender as hell between her legs, like she’d straddled a submarine all night. “Though I want to be inside you again. But I need a kiss. Give me this mouth, Charlotte.” He demanded.

Of course, she gave him it. She nearly head butted him in her haste to kiss him good morning. When Bash groaned, he fisted a hand in the side of her hair and swept into her mouth with his tongue, giving Lottie the type of morning kiss she’d only ever read about.

Right away, the pleasure depended utterly on him.

She chased it, ached for it.

Just like a cellist would monitor the conductor and follow his lead, she responded to Bash’s sinful signals as he intensified the kiss, delicately biting, causing her to let out a soft whimper into Bash’s mouth.

Last night had been more than incredible.

Bash had taken such good care of her before, during and especially after.

A biker in her bed, what a way to wake up, she thought. But now that biker was in her mouth, doing wicked things around her tongue, and Lottie drowned in him.

Until recently, Lottie was ruled by her analytical mind. No decision in her life has ever been made spontaneously. In the last weeks, that version of Lottie had all but disappeared. She reacted now and relied on emotional impulse. It was uncertain if her former self was taking a much-deserved break or if she had retired permanently.

He tasted like dark chocolate. Like spilled sin and wrong yet good for you decisions.

Bash took with dominance and overpowered Lottie with his signature seductiveness.

His kiss conquered.

Stamped a claim all over her.

Falling into him was as quick as falling into a black hole.

But then, like fate wanted to Bash-block, his phone rang, and he cursed, snatching it from the nightstand to look at the screen.

“Sorry, baby, gotta take this.” Then he answered, “Yeah? Can it wait? I’m about twenty minutes away. Yeah, fine. I’ll let you know. Later.” Then he hung up.

Because of the late hour, nearly nine a.m., practically mid-afternoon for Lottie, she reckoned he was already late for work. When Bash looked her way, his pupils were dilating to suffocate the color from his irises.

“Something important?”

“Not as important as you, but it’s a job I need to get to soon.”

There was silence as Bash toyed with the ends of her hair.

“This morning after thing is awkward, isn’t it?” she huffed. “I need to use the toilet, but I’m not wearing anything. How do people just bounce out of bed buck naked?”

Bash’s attempt to prove his hotness was a success as he uncovered and rolled out of bed.

Absolutely gloriously naked.

Standing there like his cock wasn’t at face level with her burning cheeks, so brazen for staring at the weapon that was pounding inside her hours ago. If she could walk today, it would be a miracle.

“You are shameless,” she chuckled, half hiding her face.

The air was both lacking and smothering. And Lottie was avoiding the inevitable, because who wouldn’t want to be naked in front of this man? He’d worshipped her body like he couldn’t get enough.

“Come on, baby, climb out of bed. Show me your stunning body.”

Lottie was mortified, dying to pee, and sexually frazzled.

Going easy on her shyness, he went to use the bathroom. She heard him wash his hands before strolling back. Still comfortably naked.

He pulled on his clothes, and she watched, entertained. Masculinity rolled off him in poised waves. Bash had proven to be a seduction wizard even when pulling up his jeans — going commando — and covering up his perfectly bare ass.

Everything about the man was a disruption.

One Lottie welcomed with open arms.

“Charlotte, you’re starting something you can’t finish,” he caught her.

Before she knew it, he pulled back the covers and yanked her into his arms, bride style.

“ Fuck it . I can’t put my dick in you, but I can let my mouth apologize to your sore little pussy. Let’s get in the shower, woman.”

Shower? With him? Naked ?

She was going to pass away.

She hoped her tombstone declared how thoroughly satisfied she’d been at the end.

“But… you’re already dressed.” She nibbled on her thumbnail, eyeing him.

“Then you can undress me.”

Oh. Yeah. She loved that idea.

And that’s what they did.

Showering with Bash was checked off a bucket list she recently made up. He was attentive as he was careful with her, but every stroke of his soapy hands built a frothy need inside, and when he dropped to his knees to apologize between her thighs, as he told her he would, she was wrecked .

No longer a virgin, and she’d also experienced shower shenanigans with a biker.

There was no topping this week, Lottie was certain.