HIS SWEETNESS (WOUNDED SOULS Book 1) Page 7

  Cupping her beautiful face in my hands, I brushed away the few tears that had escaped down her cheeks.

  “Charlotte, my daughter is my life. Please, please, Sweetness, don’t push me away by making me choose,” I implored, desperate for her to realise her questioning my parenting skills and loyalty to my club was hurting me.

  “I’m so stupid, so stupid,” she chanted over and over.

  I could see she was far too hard on herself, but before I could say anything more, Charlie laid her lips on mine, her tears mingling with the kiss.

  “Deck, I know this. I know you are a great father. I see it every day I look at your amazing child. I adore her, I do. Even before I met you, Shiloh held a special place in my heart.” Sucking in a gulp of air, she continued, “I’m so jealous of Julie’s curves and the confidence she has in herself. I mean, her breasts are spectacular while mine are still in the teenage girl stages.”

  Okay, now she was babbling, and it was kind of cute, except the reference to her body. Couldn’t she see my dick was hard as a rock every single time I caught sight of her?

  “I have never had sex, and you are the first man to kiss me. And I have never been able to give myself any pleasure—yeah, I have a vibrator, but using it was a disaster, so I put it in the bottom drawer and haven’t used it since.”

  She stopped suddenly, realising how much she had let loose. I was fucking rapt about what she had admitted. And a bit pissed off, too. I didn’t like hearing her put herself down.

  Quickly, I made a decision.

  In one quick movement, I stood up with Charlie in my arms. Ignoring her shriek of surprise as I lifted her over my shoulder, I weaved my way around the scattered couches, chairs, and people.

  “Deck,” Charlie shouted, but I quieted her with a soft slap to her delicious bum.

  “Shush, woman.”

  Looking around, I found Julie standing next to Darth. Taking notice that they seemed to be arguing, I shouted, “Vegas,” above the music. It wasn’t too loud, but it took a few seconds for her to hear me after I’d shouted out to her once more. As her eyes found me, the look of annoyance with Darth was replaced with amusement as she saw Charlie over my shoulder.

  “I got Squirt,” she reassured me without me even having to ask.

  See, Charlie? Family, I thought to myself, but she didn’t need any more lecturing on the subject. My point was well and truly made.

  “Thanks, hon. Leave her bath and story for me, okay?”

  “You bet, handsome,” she answered, ignoring Darth’s heated look and growl.

  Interesting, I thought but only briefly. Charlie’s squirming body brought me back to the now.

  “You want another spanking?” I asked her as I rubbed a hand over her tight rump.

  “I think so,” was her very quiet response.

  “Oh, Sweetness, I like that. I do, but tonight, I think we will stay a bit vanilla, okay? Make our way up to the kinkier stuff.”

  “Kinky?” she squeaked. “Like Christian kinky?”

  Halting my steps, I tightened my grip on her backside. “Who the fuck is Christian?” I asked with a growl.

  Charlie put her hands on my jean-covered arse and pushed herself up, twisting her head to look at me.

  “Fifty Shades’ Christian Grey.”

  Oh, the movie. I was satisfied I wasn’t going to have to kill anyone tonight, but she wasn’t going to watch that movie ever again.

  Reining in my jealousy, I continued on my way to my bedroom. Sharing with Shiloh meant my room was a double. We had constructed a wall so her room was separate to mine so she could sleep if I had my lamp on or the TV on low.

  But I had another room further down the hallway that I used when I needed sex. I never fucked in Shiloh’s and my suite. So I sort of surprised myself when I entered the suite instead of the smaller room, proving to me that Charlie was it—the one—my happy place, and, hopefully, so much more than that.

  The time for deep thoughts was over for the time being. I wanted to hear this woman scream my name. No interruptions, and no fucking clothes. No zips digging into my cock.

  Before letting her down from my shoulder, I reached up and released the zipper of Charlie’s skirt. Then I tossed her on the bed. Not letting any thought process of hers stop me, I quickly removed her heels and then tugged her skirt down her thighs and off her.

  “I love this skirt, Sweetness. The sexy way your arse moves in it. The way it clings to those fucking beautiful, sexy thighs.” Keeping my voice low and seductive, I went about making my woman hum with pleasure.

  My eyes bugged when I saw the sexy thigh-high stockings and garter belt.

  “Oh, baby, what have we here?” I ran my hands from her stocking clad sexy feet up over her calves and made my way over her slim, toned calves. The silkiness of the stockings only made the journey up her legs even sexier.

  Her legs were spectacular. Oh, Jesus, her legs wrapped around my waist was a reality I needed as soon as possible, but I had to take this slow. Her innocence and lack of experience in this area not only turned me the fuck on, but it also made me wary.

  Slow, I reminded myself.

  So I ran my hand up her beautiful legs, watching her reaction—watching her for the permission to go higher.

  “Your pace, Sweetness. Tell me what you want,” I murmured, not able to take my eyes from her face. She stole my breath. She was giving me purpose again. Yes, I had my daughter, but a man needed that one special reason, that one purpose to get up in the morning, that one reason to forget his own name every time she walked into a room.

  My purpose was lying on my bed, biting her lip as a red blush covered her cheeks as she fought her embarrassment.

  “Tell me now, or I will stop,” I said. I wanted her to talk to me about this stuff. I got that she was a virgin, but I wanted her completely comfortable with me, with us—in and out of bed.

  “No, don’t stop.” Her plea came out in a shout, causing me to smile wickedly at her.

  “Charlie, all in, remember?” I whispered softly.

  I watched with fascination as the emotions played across her face. They told me what she was thinking without the words. Then finally, I saw the look I wanted so desperately.

  Submission.

  “Touch me, Deck. Touch me where no one else has,” she begged.

  I nearly came in my pants, and when her small shaking hand took mine, placing it on her panty-covered mound, I felt pre-cum leaking from my tip. Oh, fuck me.

  I pressed my hand harder against her heat. Taking a finger, I slipped it under the edge of her panties and found her folds. Her bare folds. Fuck, she waxed her pussy bare. Oh, fuck yes.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus, Charlie, you are hot and wet,” I said, growling the words. I slipped my finger up and down her slit. I wasn’t lying—her pussy was slick with cream and hot, so fucking hot—all this from a few words and my hands on her legs. I was happy as fuck and eager to see what else turned her on. The fucking possibilities were endless.

  I added another finger. Her body bowed off the bed, her keen cry echoing off the walls of my room. Leaning up, I captured her lips, desperate to claim her moans. It was a kiss of lovers and never had a kiss meant so much to me. My tongue came out to duel with hers. Her kissing was getting more adventurous, demanding, and I was only too happy to give her everything.

  Climbing over her body, I kept one hand on the bed, helping to keep most of my weight off her. The other hand still fingered her tight heat. When I added a third finger, I felt it. Her inner-wall clamped down on them, sucking them in deep.

  Ripping her mouth from mine in a gasp, Charlie’s eyes widened, almost comically, as she tried to fight what was happening to her for the first time.

  “Deck, no, no, no, no more,” she begged, but her body continued to writhe and bow beneath mine, pushing my fingers deeper.

  “Yes, baby, let it go. Come on my fingers, baby,” I practically begged her. I needed her release more than she did, I think. Taking her mouth aga
in, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, rougher than I’d intended to, but fuck, I was on edge. My dick was about to embarrass me. I wanted to rip my jeans off and thrust into her until my balls were flat against her rosebud. But I didn’t. This was for Charlie. Mine was coming, but until then, I needed a little more.

  I held myself up mostly by an ab crunch and quickly tore off my black tee. I wanted to feel her even if it was just through her blouse.

  Charlie instantly cupped my shoulders with her tiny hands. Well, they were tiny compared to mine. I liked that she was small, delicate, although she was taller than most women, which I definitely liked.

  When my mouth returned to hers, our lips once again did a seductive dance. It was so erotic just to kiss while my fingers were inside her pussy, and she was grinding up against me like she needed me more than water.

  “Oh, God, Deck, something is—”

  Hold on, baby, it’s going to blow your mind. I urged her silently as I increased the pressure on her clit. Then Charlie detonated.

  “Deck.” The scream that left her mouth was something I would never forget. Ever. Her grip on my shoulders was painful, especially after my few rounds in the ring with Creed earlier. That prick was strong and had a lot of aggression to release.

  My concentration centred back on my woman as she reached up and brought my lips back down to hers. The kiss she laid on me was the hottest fucking kiss I’d ever had. There was no real rhythm to it—just raw, innocent passion from a woman in the middle of her first ever orgasm.

  Oh, Christ in heaven, my cock was going to explode, I was sure of it—my balls, too—as my fingers got the fuck squeezed out them by the hottest sweetest pussy.

  Then suddenly, without warning, I felt Charlie’s hands touch my pecs over my flat nipples, and she bloody tweaked them.

  Tweaked my nipples.

  The sensations zinging through my body had no words to describe them. Everything went on instant alert. My cock didn’t just twitch—the motherfucker fucking roared.

  “Oh, my God,” I ground out as I rocked my hard cock into Charlie’s pubis.

  And God help me, I came in my jeans with a mighty groan of my own.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Wrecked.

  Ruined.

  Mine!

  11

  CHARLOTTE

  Something changes when you experience your first orgasm. Why I’d waited until I was twenty-four to have one was beyond me. Orgasms were the bomb! And I knew for sure I wanted lots more.

  With Deck.

  I was sitting at my desk in my tiny little office, looking out the window and watching the students play while thinking on and off about Deck. Lunch had come and gone… well, for them since my lunch had consisted of a bottle of water. My grumbling tummy was going off every few minutes, reminding me of the extra payment that had to be made to my family.

  But despite that, I was in the best mood possible. Deck wanted to date me. Well, I had said that to him, and he had answered in the only way Deck could.

  “Not fucking dating you, Sweetness—claiming you.”

  At the time, I had been shocked. You didn’t claim a person. But apparently, in Deck’s world, you did. I suppose I could have kicked up a fuss, and by all standards of the modern woman, I really should have, but I really, really liked the idea of the rough, hard, sexy, and loving single daddy claiming me.

  I could feel my smile growing even wider as I thought about Deck and our conversation last night after our make-out session and after we bathed and read to Shiloh together.

  “So, are you my boyfriend and I’m your girlfriend?” Even as I said the words, I felt like an idiot.

  “You’re my woman, Charlie, and I’m your man. This isn’t high school, and we aren’t playing, babe. I want to see where this takes us, to see if it’s heading where I know I want it to.” His no-nonsense reply, I was learning quickly, was how Deck lived his life. No bullshit. No regrets. No crap.

  I knew where he wanted to go, and my mind was starting to understand it. But my heart, which had taken a fair old beating over the years, still needed to be reassured.

  “It’s so quick, Deck. Are you sure?” I hated that I sounded so needy, so unsure of myself. But Deck just smiled at me.

  “Never been surer of anything in my life. I promise you, Sweetness, I’m so fucking sure about us.”

  So here I was, twenty-four years old, and I had a man, a fairly pathetic-paying job—which I loved in spite of that fact—and a little girl who was fast becoming a part of my heart. Okay, I had a crapload of debt and a piece of shit car, although it now had a new battery and two new tyres, thanks to Deck and his club’s mechanics shop. I had a cat that sort of liked me, a horrible place to live, and I was still a virgin. The thought made me grimace.

  What if I sucked at sex? I mean, I was bad at masturbation. I had never managed to make myself come during the few times I had tried. Last night with Deck had shown me that I didn’t even get close by myself. But with Deck? Good gravy! He was a master, and I wanted so much more.

  Last night, I thought we might go further. I mean, he took off his shirt, and I was pretty sure he enjoyed it when I played with his nipples briefly—I know I did. After that, though, he stopped, gently cleaned me up, and dressed me. He gave me the sweetest kiss and then led me out to the main room where we gathered Shiloh and spent the rest of the night with her.

  Frustrated with everything, I grabbed my water and took another gulp, hoping it would fill my stomach until I could get home and grab something little to eat.

  Moving my gaze back outside, I watched the children play until the bell rang.

  “Excuse me.”

  I turned around and saw the school’s receptionist. Violet was eighty if she was a day, and quite possibly, the nicest lady ever born. She was like everyone’s perfect grandmother or favourite spinster aunt. She made up for all Mrs Fum’s—Thank you, Shiloh—meanness.

  “Yes, Violet. Can I help you?”

  “I’m sorry to interrupt, Ms Jackson, but you have a phone call on the main line. I thought I would come tell you in person so you-know-who doesn’t hear about it,” Violet informed me, the sly grin on her face making me laugh.

  “Thank you, Violet. I will take it in here.”

  “Line five, lovey.” Then she took her leave, shuffling back up the corridor.

  Poor thing will take ten minutes to get back to her desk, I thought absently as I picked up the receiver from the desk and pushed the blinking button.

  “Ms Jackson speaking.”

  The voice that greeted me on the other end made my blood run cold.

  “Charlotte Victoria.”

  My head spun.

  How did she find me?

  My hand went straight to my stomach and touched the scar through my thin blouse. I always had the same reaction every time I heard one of their voices.

  Feeling the blood drain from my face, I tried hard to make my mouth form a word. Any word. Fuck off would be appropriate right now. Where was Squirt when I needed her? Her words were perfect to use right about now.

  “Charlotte. Charlotte, oh, for heaven’s sake, you idiot, answer me.” The hated voice berated me from thousands of kilometres away.

  “What do you want, Mother.” I didn’t recognise my voice. It sounded like I had been eating gravel.

  “Well, it speaks,” my mother said, snarling at me. That was all she had ever done. Snarled. Called me an idiot or any other insult she could muster. But idiot was her go-to insult. And stupid—she used that one a lot, too. And it. I was nothing to her.

  “You are two payments behind. I’m going to insist they get paid by the end of business hours tomorrow, or I’m putting it in my solicitor’s hands. Again.”

  “Tomorrow is impossible,” I protested. How was I going to come up with an extra thousand in twenty-four hours? “I paid a six hundred dollar payment today. Surely, you can wait a few more days. It’s not like you need the money.”

  And it was true. My
mother and father were rich. Disgustingly so, in fact.

  “Not my problem, Ms Jackson.” She spat out my last name. Three years ago, I had decided to change my name legally to my maternal grandmother’s maiden name. My mother had objected but couldn’t do anything about it. I didn’t want to share any name with them ever again. And as I’d loved my grandmother more than I had ever loved anyone else, I chose her maiden name. Something my mother had never touched with her vileness.

  “Please, don’t do this to me. I’m so close to paying it off,” I begged. Damn, I was still begging this woman, who brought me to my knees and not in a good way.

  I could feel the chill from her through the line, her hatred so palpable I could almost choke on it.

  “Tomorrow at five, not a second later.”

  The slamming of the phone almost hurt my ears she had slammed it that hard.

  Staring at the receiver in my hand, I felt an overwhelming feeling of helplessness overcome me. How was I going to do this? I looked at my watch and saw that I had twenty-seven hours and forty minutes to come up with one thousand dollars.

  It hit me hard. My grandmother’s watch. My mother had to know I still had it, and she hated that I did, hated that my grandmother had given it to me and to not her.

  I fingered the delicate timepiece and knew what I was going to end up doing—just as my mother knew I would.

  Angrily wiping the tears away, I pushed away from my desk and tossed my water bottle into the recycle bin.

  I didn’t have any other classes for the day, which was a very good thing because, before I lost the last possession my beautiful granny had given me, I needed to get busy trying to raise the money.

  Quickly, I started formulating a plan in my head. It admittedly wasn’t the best plan, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, as my granny always used to tell me.