Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

THIRTY-ONE

Bash

Charlotte was pretending to be asleep again.

Bash stood motionless, waiting for her to roll over and let him know she was awake. But she kept her back to him and her hands tucked beneath her chin.

After two days of observation in the hospital, she’d only been home for four days. Bash understood he had to give her gentle gloves for her recovery. She might be okay physically now, but was deeply hurt by her sister’s betrayal.

Prince sensed her sadness and stayed by Charlotte’s side, sleeping next to her every night. As the sound of motorcycles grew closer, he hurriedly made his way back through the house. To avoid disturbing her, he shut the door and joined Axel and Chains outside by the garage.

“Give me good news.” He said as a way of greeting.

The club had been working non-stop, and he needed something good to tell Charlotte so she wouldn’t be afraid to step out of the house again.

“They’re gone,” Axel announced.

“Dead?”

“Not yet. We found where they were hiding, but the place was empty. Harvey says he had no clue about Thorn’s plans, and it wasn’t his call. Not sure I believe anything that old coot says.”

Anger burned in the back of Bash’s throat. He needed to be there to take down that asshole Thorn, but he couldn’t leave Charlotte alone.

“So that’s it? We let them off Scot-fucking-free? He nearly drowned Charlotte! Another goddamn minute and she would be dead.”

“You too, my brother.” Added Chains.

“I don’t matter. But that bitch of a sister and the prick tried to shake my woman down for money. They left her to die. This won’t be brushed aside and forgotten. I want him fucking dead .”

“And you know that’s what’s gonna happen, Bash. We aren’t letting this go. He fucked with one of ours. He fucked with your old lady. You know we don’t forgive and forget.” Axel said grimly. “There’s a network of sources at our disposal. We’re tapped into CCTV along the freeway. The airport, train and bus stations. And we’ve hacked Thorn’s phone and bank account. We’re closing in. Chances are, he scuttled back to Alabama. Halfwits always think they’re safest on home turf. Ruin will travel wherever we need him to go. I’ve already spoken with Drifter, Atom, and Silver. They’re ready to finish the job. ”

“Hack Nora’s phone.”

“You want her dead, too?”

He thought about it. Bash wanted her gone. “Charlotte wouldn’t want that,” he decided. “But if she steps one toe back in Utah, my promise not to hurt her is off.”

His soft-hearted girl had forgiveness. Bash didn’t.

“How’s your woman?” asked Chains. “The old ladies wanted to come over. We put them off for now.”

“Let them come. She’s withdrawn right now.”

They spoke for a minute more when he heard.

“Bash?”

He spun around and saw her in the doorway. He was beside her in no time, and she practically glued herself to him. Trembling.

“I thought you’d left.”

Bash hugged her tight. “I’m right here, baby. Just talking to the boys out here so I didn’t wake you. You okay?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know where you were.”

“I’m going nowhere, darling,” he promised.

“How about you move your enormous head so I can hug your girl.” Said Chains, and Bash heard Charlotte chuckle. The first one he’d heard all week.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hi, babe. You feeling okay?” asked Axel. And she nodded. It was Chains who pulled her into a gentle hug. “You might not know it yet, babe, but since you’re hooked up to this guy, you’re one of us. Whatever you need, if Bash can’t get it for you, one of us will.”

“Thank you. Both of you. I know I haven’t said it yet, but you came for us, and I’m so grateful.”

Bash pulled her into his arms.

“It’s what we do.” Winked Axel.

“How about I grill burgers for dinner?” he asked her once they were alone.

“That sounds good. I could eat.” Thank fuck for that. If he had to force her to eat again, that would be unpleasant for them both.

They worked together in the kitchen. Charlotte was mixing the dressing for homemade coleslaw, and Bash made the burger patties for grilling out on the deck.

Bash kept sneaking looks at her to make sure Charlotte was okay. Every time she walked by him to grab something from the fridge, she playfully traced her fingers on his back.

Food prep was done, hands were washed, and just as Bash was about to grab some beers, Charlotte pressed against his back.

He smiled and turned his head. “Everything okay, baby?”

“I miss you,” she spoke into his back.

Bash’s lips turned up. “I’m right here.”

“No. I miss you , Benjamin.” Her hands slid under his shirt when he turned, caressing the ridges of his stomach.

“What do you miss, baby? My mouth?” he stroked it over her lips. “It’s yours. Do you miss my hands?” he found her braless breasts beneath her shirt, holding the tiny but perfect treasures in both hands. “They’re yours.” Bash raised Charlotte’s hand and pressed it against his firm shaft. “Or is it my cock you miss? Because you know who that belongs to, don’t you?”

She nodded, all shy.

“Tell me who this cock belongs to, Charlotte.”

If she kept squeezing what she owned, he was going to blow all over her fingers.

“It belongs to me.”

“What does?” He smirked, and her fingers shaped him in the best way.

She wasn’t a filthy-tongued bastard like he was, so when she gave him dirty words, Bash got off on it.

“This cock belongs to me, Ben. Will you please use it on me?”

“Because you asked so fucking sweetly.” He husked and nipped her lower lip with his teeth before he swept her up and deposited her on top of the table. Her shorts were ripped down her legs, revealing his gloriously bare girl. The rest of their clothes followed, and Bash was ready to fucking devour his woman, to reaffirm they were alive, with endless years together in front of them.

* * *

Charlotte

A vital spark ignited between them.

The air crackled with love, with lust, with their constant connection. Bash’s touch awakened her. In more ways than one. He’d been her catalyst to a better, more fulfilling life with the greatest love she could have ever imagined for herself.

Her knees grew weak as she wrapped both legs around Bash’s trim waist, and a shaky feeling spread throughout her entire body.

He’d been so patient and caring with her for days, making her tumble deeper into love with him.

He was sweet.

And so tender.

Comforting her every night, easing her troubled mind and soothing her from the nightmares of losing him.

Bash’s touch between her thighs made her breathless as she braced herself on the table.

He played with her, and Charlotte moaned, begging him.

She had it bad for Bash. So bad. There was no life without him.

How did people cope with overwhelming feelings?

Every breath, thought, and heartbeat was all Bash.

Her man.

Her savior.

Her everything.

“Ben, please. I ache all over.”

It was his catalyst, like she’d tossed gasoline onto his fire as he growled against her pussy and started devouring her like he was sitting at the last supper table. Slurping her with precision, flicking viciously over her clit, until the bud grew hard and needy, and her fingers fisted into Bash’s hair, hoping she didn’t rip it out at the roots. But oh, well, there were always casualties in a heat this sexual. His hair would grow back.

Lottie loved it when Bash took control of her body.

He was an expert on what she enjoyed. Her hands worked over his skin, touching, owning, leaving her scratches behind so Bash would never forget her.

Lottie’s pulse pattered to an uneven beat.

Bash pulled her backside to the edge of the table, splitting her legs for him to fit between.

Their love drummed a sound through her ears.

A relentless attraction.

He tasted like he smelled, like sin and dreamy affection. And she couldn’t get enough.

The fear of losing him haunted her every waking moment, and she doubted she would ever recover from it.

Bash’s gentle mouth calmed her frantic actions as she grabbed, took, and ate his kiss.

“We have all the time in the world, little darling,” he assured. Kiss after kiss.

She was all over him, reassuring herself with a touch that her man was real and he was okay. Running her greedy hands over his long torso, he grunted her name.

“Enough now. I can’t take more teasing,” he groaned at the end of his patience and fisted Lottie’s ponytail to reel her in.

Her eyes were half-lidded. She was mindlessly panting. A fever burned under her skin. One that could only be sated by one man with addictive eyes.

Bash’s gaze stayed focused between her legs while he toyed with her. She knew she was wet. She could hear it when he thrust two fingers inside and then stroked that wetness over his long cock, grunting while he did.

He was a dream.

A dirty, delicious, all hers dream.

“What are you waiting for, Benjamin?”

He was treating her softly like he expected her to break. They’ve had rougher sex than this, and that’s exactly what she needed right now. The out-of-control boyfriend who used her body like his own toy.

She felt the tip of him anchor to her entrance, and she nearly wept with relief.

“I’m waiting for my little darling to ask nicely to be fucked by the man who adores her.”

Boom went her heart.

And Lottie had no hesitation as she wrapped one arm around Bash’s shoulders.

“Please, will my gorgeous boyfriend, who I love so much, fuck me so deep, and so hard?”

His smirk was so damn corrupt, it turned her on and made her even wetter.

One shunt of his hips and Bash found his way inside her, his marking heat so thick that Lottie almost choked on her arousal. Slowly, he started to thrust.

The force of Bash’s pelvic shifts made her muscles jolt. Lottie was on fire with his look of unguarded love, and she arched her hips into him.

Their lovemaking was frantic and perfect. She touched him all over, encouraging her man to take what he needed from her body as she rimmed the base of his cock, to feel how desperately he fucked her.

He was bare inside her, skin-to-skin, and she loved it.

She knew that this was a novel experience for both of them. Bash never had sex without using a condom. And something they only did once together.

The risks were minimal.

The pleasure was indescribable.

The desire was hard to ignore when they generated this much passion between them.

Despite his smooth, whiskey voice, his teeth remained tightly clenched. “You’ve created a monster letting me fuck you bare, Charlotte.”

He was all up in her ear, talking and screwing, making the table groan under the strain. Making Lottie go wild and leaving nail marks all over his torso. “You take my bare fuck so good ,” he praised. Her climax climbed. “So fucking tight . You’re making such a sexy wet mess, Charlotte.”

Skin against skin.

A scrape of teeth.

The heavy pressure of him was all over her. Relentless . Gasping for air, she fought through the intensity of what Bash was giving her.

His body worshipped.

His hoarse, dirty words exploded her passion.

Every thrust kindled a spark that only the next thrust could satisfy. If Lottie had needed an affirmation of life, this was it.

She had no inhibitions in his kitchen, possibly never again.

What they shared was pure magic, born from a love she’d never envisioned existed in her lifetime.

“Take it,” he growled. A slight shudder rolled under his skin when Lottie sank her teeth into his pec muscle.

When she came, her vision blurred. She only remembered crying his name, telling Bash how much she loved him. Only losing the thickness inside her made her open her eyes to see his glorious shaft in his hand, stroking out the last of his climax on her pussy and lower abdomen.

When he was finished, their breaths gasping, he grabbed her close, and Lottie latched on with arms and legs like a spider monkey.

“Christ. Thought my heart was gonna burst. You take me so perfectly.”

“I love you. I love you so much, Ben.”

“Ah, little darling. I fucking love you, too.”

Only the gurgling hunger of her stomach broke into their love-filled bubble, and Bash chuckled, pulling away to look at her. “I better clean my girl up so I can feed her. Stay there.” He instructed in the dominant voice she loved him using. Since Lottie’s legs wouldn’t work, she was happy to obey and watched him walk around the kitchen.

Naked. Gorgeous. All hers.

“We need to clean this table. Like a lot.” Her face burned.

Bash only laughed and grabbed for the paper towels.