Finding Charity: Red Devils M.C. (10 page)

She decided that this was the right thing to do. She just hoped that Travis wasn’t too hurt by it when she told him.

“Hey, you still there? Is something wrong?” Travis asked, when she took too long to answer.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking. Sure we can go out tomorrow.” Charity said unenthusiastically.

“Wow that sounded a bit forced. You sure you’re okay? We can do it another night if you want.”

“No, tomorrow night is good. I just need to talk to you about something, and I’m a little nervous about it, that’s all.” She told him holding the phone to her ear.

“Okay, well if you’re sure tomorrows good. What time?” Travis asked.

“Umm…how about eight. That way I can cook something for Max and Tick before I leave.” Charity almost stumbled on Tick’s name. She was still thinking about never being able to touch him again after tonight. It made her heart ache, letting her know she was making the right choice. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself. 

“Great, well I’ll see you tomorrow night, and beautiful.”

“Yes.” She replied.

“Don’t worry too much about telling me whatever it is you need to tell me. I’m a big boy I can take it.” Travis told her.

“Yeah, okay.” She said before she hung up. She stood there looking out the window until Max came in from the other room.

“I thought we were going to play rummy?” He asked looking at her expectantly.

Smiling brightly, even though she felt like she was breaking apart inside, she took his hand. “We are. I’m going to win, too”

He smiled back telling her “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Before he dragged her into the living room. They played four hands before she got up to make dinner and Max was right it was a good thing she didn’t bet on it. That was more about her distraction than Max’s card shark abilities. When his father came in she’d felt almost desperate to get Max to bed.

She attacked the man in the hallway outside his son’s room when she exited. Of course, he’d been waiting outside Max’s door for her not in the living room or his bedroom. And his dick had been hard when she’d peeked before she’d jumped him. She had been so ready by the time they were in bed that she’d been soaked. It was the first time in her life that she could remember being a hair trigger. She’d needed him, and knowing that in the morning she would give him up forever had made her more needy than usual

Tick couldn’t believe the ridiculous argument he’d just had with Charity an hour ago. He’d almost felt murderous when she’d told him they were done. She’d actually told him that she’d be letting that yahoo take care of her needs from now on. Yeah that wasn’t fucking happening, he thought, walking the fence to check for damage a few hours later. He’d woke with her in his arms and felt like everything was finally right in his world and the next thing he knew she was insisting that they were done. Not fucking likely. When she’d told him that she was going out with the prat, he’d wanted to go out and find that little bastard and kill him. No way was he getting his hands on Charity. That just wasn’t fucking happening.

He didn’t give a flying fuck what they’d agreed to two weeks ago, he wasn’t giving her up. She was his now. That meant that she wasn’t going out with the prat again. He’d told her to call and cancel that date. It just wasn’t happening. He wouldn’t allow it.

Charity still felt conflicted about her decision to end things with Tick. He had not taken what she’d told him this morning very well at all. She’d expected some kind of protest, but not the enraged way that Tick had responded. If Max hadn’t been there she would have ended up tied to the bed with his fuzzy purple cuffs she was sure. He’d bit off a demand that she call Travis and tell him that she wasn’t going out with him. Then told her that they would discuss this when he got home. She wasn’t looking forward to that discussion.

She was only trying to protect her heart. He was the one who’d said they were just bed buddies. She realized now that he’d meant that they were casual until he was finished with her. It frankly pissed her off. He had no right to tell her they were just screwing around and then when she decided that she wanted to stop sleeping with, him he flipped his shit. He was a dick. She’d known that, but with the mind blowing sex over the last week, and the seemingly easy relationship between them she’d forgotten.

Max was the only reason she didn’t just leave and let the man stew in his own pot. Max didn’t deserve to be punished because she was angry with his father. She put the pot on the stove. She was making spaghetti for their dinner and the sauce needed to simmer for at least an hour. She was not very happy with Tick’s highhanded behavior, and if the big baby didn’t like it he could go to hell. She was going to go out with Travis, and see if she could start a healthy relationship with a man for once.

Tick came in two hours later, he glared at the kitchen table she’d set for him and Max. Max wasn’t happy that she was going on a date tonight either. She felt like the two of them were giving her the cold shoulder. Unwilling to wait another minute, she told him she was going upstairs to get ready. He really glared at her then. She didn’t give a damn. The man was acting like he owned her, but he was the one who’d said this was just a bit of fun.

She headed upstairs. She spent about thirty minutes figuring out what to wear. Settling out a yellow sundress, and some sling back heels. She headed into the shower still nervous about telling Travis about her fling with Tick.

Tick watched as Charity left the kitchen headed up stairs to get ready for her date, which she hadn’t canceled. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t going to allow her to go out with that prat. He wasn’t getting anywhere near her. What the hell was she thinking?

She wasn’t going out with that man again. The idea of that dickheads hands on her soft skin made him feel homicidal. He didn’t understand his possessiveness. It didn’t make sense that he was getting nuts over her wanting to go out with another man. Was it that he was hard all day until he walked into his room and stripped her each night, or was it just a normal male territorial thing?

Was it that he liked the way she seemed to smooth out their lives. He liked coming home to find a meal cooked and later after she read to Max, that he was able to take her to his room and strip her naked. He didn’t even consider that he could find another house mouse and be done with Charity’s brand of trouble. That wasn’t even an option. Even though he wasn’t in a relationship with her the sex was fantastic. Didn’t she know how rare explosive chemistry like theirs was?

His decision made he looked at Max who’d just finished eating. “You want to stay over at Connor’s tonight.”

“Sure,” Max said before he ran off to his room to get his overnight bag.

Tick waited, then he walked Max over to Maria’s before heading back to the house. Maria and Colt had agreed that Max could stay with them tonight. So there wouldn’t be any interruptions to what he had planned. He walked up the stairs headed to the guest bathroom. He walked in without knocking. Charity was just stepping out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself.

“What are you doing in here?” She asked breathlessly. She was done, ha. She was so horny he could almost feel it. She looked at him with wide eyes. Her little nipples poked at the towel, making his cock twitch. They were far from done.

Charity knew that she was in trouble when she stepped out of the shower to find Tick in the bathroom. She knew that he didn’t want her to go out on this date, but she needed to protect her heart before she fell hopelessly in love with the man, and he broke her.

“You’re not going out with that dickhead,” He held out his cell phone. “Call him and tell him.” He demanded.

“Tick, I told you we have to end this. It isn’t going anywhere and I need to see if dating Travis will turn into something more. This…you and me it was a mistake. Go see a sweetbutt if you’re horny, one woman is just as good as another. I will not call him.” Charity told him.

Tick was livid. He was not happy that she was calling the last two weeks a mistake. He was so angry he had to take several calming breaths before speaking. When he finally managed it was between clenched teeth.

“Call him, now.” His voice vibrated with his anger. Charity didn’t reach for the phone making his head almost explode from the rage he felt.
His
. She was his.

Charity was shocked at how angry he was over her going out with Travis. Wasn’t he the one who’d sat her down and explained that they were casual so that she didn’t ‘Get confused about their relationship’, she thought.

“You’ll call him Charity, or I will. You’re not going out with that dickhead tonight, or any night in the near future.” Tick roared at her.

“You can’t say we’re casual then freak out when I end it. You also can’t insist that I can’t see other men. This is no longer working for me. We are not dating, Tick. Hell, I’m not even sure what the hell we were, but I do know this. I’m done. And tonight I’m going out with Travis. Now ge-…” Charity’s tirade was cut off by Tick scooping her onto his shoulder without another word.

His hand smacking her ass, hard.

Making her yelp. “What the hell are you doing, Tick? Max is downstairs.”

“No, he’s not. I took him over to Colt’s, he’s staying the night. I’m the only man who’s going to be taking care of your needs, and if we need to be dating in order for you not to go out with the dickhead. Then fine we’re fucking dating, and it’s definitely fucking exclusive.” Tick set her down in his room near the bed.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind, Tick.” She screamed at him. Then he reached out snatching the towel off her. Then he held the phone out to her.

“Last chance, baby girl. Call him, or I will take care of it my way.” Tick’s voice was heavy with warning.

Charity ignored it. “No I will not call him. You’re the one who said this wasn’t a relationship!” She yelled her hands on her hips, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs.

The bastard better get the fuck over himself. She moved towards the towel he’d thrown on the bed. “Go find a sweetbutt to handle your cock. I don’t want the damned thing anymore!” She roared.

“Fuck that, baby girl. You want it so bad you can barely stand it.” He growled, the anger that filled him at her insistence that she was done with him, made him feel a little unhinged. He slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue invaded her mouth taking over. His hands tilted her head for better access. She fought him, her hands slamming into his chest, pushing at him.

After a moment though her hands were clutching at his shoulders instead. She was making those soft mewling sounds she always made when he touched her, making him harder than he was already. His hands began sliding over her body, cupping her tight ass, caressing her breasts, sliding across her soft belly. He wanted to own her.

Charity tried to resist his forceful assault on her mouth. It only took a moment for her brain to become fogged with passion, and she clutched him to her unable to help herself. She wasn’t done with him. No matter how she’d tried to delude herself, she still wanted him for as long as she could get him. Moaning, she allowed him to caress her. She was such a pushover when it came to him, she thought wearily. She wanted to protest, only the man melted her insides.

Tick moved his hands away from her body to remove his clothes. He needed to be inside her now, his brain roared. He didn’t care what she thought, she wasn’t going anywhere near that prat again. If he had to meet the man at the door buck naked to get his point across he would. His hands ripped his cut and shirt off. He pushed pants down kicking them off before laying back on the bed with her beneath him. She was moaning, her body arching into him.

His hands moved to position himself at her entrance. She was running her hands over his chest, her fingers pinching his nipples as her mouth caressed his neck. Fuck that felt good, he thought, his hands cupping her breasts, his own mouth taking a tight peak in, sucking it. He’d never really liked women playing with his nipples, but there was something about the way Charity did that move that set his dick on fire. He thrust his harden cock into her with a roar. Groaning as he began to take her in hard driving strokes.

His mouth still kissing over her breast and up to her mouth. He was like a wild animal, slamming his body into hers. She wiggled and moaned as he thrust her hands clutching his shoulders as he took her. She moaned, then climaxed around his invading member. He placed his finger at her clit working it gently as he thrust into her. She came a second time, her body gripping his. He didn’t stop working her into another frenzy, and by the time he finally roared her name as his own orgasm over took him she was completely limp from her own pleasure.

He slowly pulled himself free from her limp body. He lay beside her, with her head on his shoulder. She was asleep only moments later, making a deep satisfaction fill him. He lay there thinking. He should really get up and call that dickhead and tell him that he wouldn’t be taking his woman out tonight. She was too worn out from all the orgasms he’d given her, but then he thought of a better way to drive the point home that Charity belonged to him now. Smiling, he kissed his woman’s forehead before he got up, pulling on some sweat pants and went downstairs to wait.

Tick smiled grimly when he heard the knock on his door. He walked towards the door opening it to see Travis standing there. The man looked a bit startled to see him instead of Charity standing in his doorway.