by Olivia Jones
“Tell me about it. I want to know everything about you.”
Liam looked into my eyes, searching for my true intentions.
“You don't have to—”
Liam interrupted, “My father left when I was six years old. My mother couldn't handle working and taking care of me all by herself—she turned to alcohol.”
My heart sank. I imagined little Liam with his mom holding a bottle of liquor. But his story didn't stop there, it got worse.
Liam took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “It was my birthday and my mom told me she was going to get me a chocolate cake when she got off work. I waited all night until she finally crashed through the front door at eleven P.M.” Liam stared off into space, continuing his story. “She stank of alcohol but I thought she still might of bought my cake. When I asked my mom about it, something inside her snapped. She grabbed the closest empty beer bottle and smashed it against my face.”
I gasped and tears welled up in my eyes. How could someone ever treat their child that way?
Liam closed his eyes again. “The blow knocked me unconscious. I don't remember anything else until I woke up at the hospital. My mom was hanging over me, crying her eyes out. When the doctor got me alone, he asked me what happened: I told him I was climbing a tree and fell off.”
“Why did you cover for your mom?”
“I was just a kid. My mother was the only one who loved me. I would have done anything to protect her.”
I understood completely. When you're that young, you don't see the whole picture. Hell, it's hard to see the whole picture as an adult. I probably would have done the same thing as little Liam. I didn't want to pry any further but his story was so interesting. “What happened to you after that?”
“When am I going to learn something about you?” He smirked.
“I'll answer anything you want to know, but first you have to finish your story.”
Liam's eyes went dark again. “I was fourteen when I finally had enough of my mom. She tried to hit me with a bottle again, but this time I was older and stronger. I hit her square in the jaw and she dropped to the ground. I left that day and never looked back. John found me living on the streets a couple years later and took me to the MC. I've been there ever since and they're the only family I got.”
His story was heart-wrenching. I suddenly felt guilty for having two loving parents. Not everybody gets the same chances growing up. I truly am lucky.
Liam lifted me head by the chin. “Don't look so sad. Look at me now—all that's in the past now. I'm doing really great.” He rubbed his hands in excitement. “Now it's my turn.”
I had forgotten I agreed to answer any question he had.
“What's the real reason you stayed a virgin for so long.”
“But I told you, I was way too busy studying.”
“No that's an excuse. You could have taken an hour break to have sex with the line of guys at your door.”
I blushed. “I wish there was a line of guys outside my door.” I laughed. “There were a couple guys in high school that had a thing for me but I felt like I wasn't good enough for them. If they saw who I really was, they'd run away.”
“So why now? Why me?” he asked.
“I've never felt this instant connection with anyone before. I probably should have waited a little longer before sleeping with you, but I couldn't help myself.”
Liam ran his fingers through my hair. “You're irresistible. There's no way I could have waited any longer.”
Is he talking about me?
I turned away from Liam and he spooned me from behind, his flaccid penis pushing against my ass. His arms wrapped around me and he nuzzled the back of my neck with his nose. I felt so safe that I didn't want this moment to end.
I had been through so much that day. The sudden impact of everything I went through, hit me all at once. I was so exhausted.
Chapter 10
Liam
The sun pierced the blinds and hit my face, baking my skin until I awoke. My legs and arms were entangled with Charlotte's. I stared at her calm face while she slept. She looked so peaceful—so beautiful.
Why did a girl like Charlotte pick me? I was no good for her—damaged goods. I'd only end of corrupting her. The MC was no place for someone as smart as her. Charlotte was going places and I didn't want to bring her down.
I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. I didn't want to leave but I had to—it was the only way to keep her safe. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone off the nightstand. I found my jeans sprawled out on the floor. I quietly put my legs through and raised them up, buckling the belt.
Charlotte shifted in bed. I froze for a second and she opened her eyes. Fuck! This is not how I wanted her to see me.
“Good morning, lover,” she said, rubbing her eyes. Charlotte's gaze went down to my jeans. “Going somewhere?”
I knew I couldn't leave her. She was perfect in very way. “I was just going to make a call to John to see if everything was okay yet.”
Charlotte rolled around, the sheets becoming taut, conforming to her perfect skin. My pants got tighter. How could she have such an effect on me.
“I'll be right back.”
“Don't be too long.” She smiled. I needed a photo of her happy face to look at whenever I wanted to.
I went outside and almost collapsed against the closed door, my heart beating in my chest. I didn't want to leave Charlotte. I was scared—terrified because things were moving so quickly. I'd never felt this way about a girl before. This was undiscovered territory.
I think I'm in love.
I pulled out my phone and called John.
“Where are you, Liam?” John asked quickly.
“A motel.”
“Thank God you're safe.”
“What about Hudson and Bryce?”
“They're fine. Hudson took a bullet to the shoulder but he's going to be fine. I have the doc working on him now.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good to hear.”
The memory of Wyatt came flooding back to me. I'd been so caught up with Charlotte that I forgot all about it. My throat closed up and I choked on tears. “Wyatt was a good man,” I told John.
I could hear John on the other end trying to hold it together. “He was family and he'll be missed.” After a moment of silence. “Is the girl all right?”
“She's a little shaken up but fine. How are we going to strike back at the Russians?”
“Not over the phone, Liam, we'll talk later today at the MC.”
He was right. I shouldn't be talking about business on the phone. You never know who's listening. “See you soon.”
Now I needed to figure out what to do with Charlotte. Could we really be happy together? I hoped so.
I went back into the hotel room and the bed was empty, the sheets strewn about. The shower was running and steam escaped through the open bathroom door. I stepped softly along the carpet, taking off my jeans as I sneaked into the bathroom. The dense fog barely gave any visibility. I could see the outline of Charlotte behind the glass shower door—her figure was a sight to behold. Every curve of her body begged to be touched—worshiped.
I opened the shower door and crept inside. Charlotte didn't notice me as she washed her hair. I wiped the suds out of her eyes and she smiled at me.
“I was hoping you'd come in.”
“How could I resist?”
I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her to me. Our lips collided with a bang. Charlotte moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.
The way she cried out turned me on so much. My erection was pressed against her belly, pulsing with desire. The warm water soothed my skin.
“Last night couldn't have been more perfect,” she whispered.
“I want you so badly,” I replied. I tugged on her hair, tilting her head back so I could kiss her throat.
Charlotte put my hands on my chest and pushed me away.
Did she not want me?
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p; “I want to make you feel good,” she said with a devilish grin. Charlotte got down on her knees in front of me.
Holy shit!
Charlotte grasped my shaft with both hands. She kissed my tip, lightly flicking her tongue against it. She looked into my eyes and opened wide before shoving my length into her mouth. I groaned as she wrapped her lips around my manliness. My breathing quickened and Charlotte pushed me in and out.
I brushed her soaking wet hair out of her face and held it into a ponytail behind her head. She gripped my hardness with one hand and stroked as she went down on me.
I thought she had never been with a man before. Where did she learn to do this?
Charlotte sucked on me hard and then pulled my erection out. It was my turn to pleasure her. I tried to lift Charlotte by the arms but she wasn't done yet. Not even close.
She ran her tongue all the way down from the tip to the base. A shiver ran down my spine as she put me back in her mouth. “Please Charlotte, I'm so close. You need to stop.”
She ignored anything I said and kept going. The pleasure felt so good, I didn't want to argue anymore.
“Oh Charlotte!” I yelled as I unloaded inside her mouth. Charlotte's head bobbed up and down on me, swallowing all my semen.
Holy fuck! That's so sexy.
Charlotte pulled me out and wiped my seed that was dribbling from the corner of her lips. My knees could barely hold me up. I fell down next to Charlotte on the shower floor. The water cascaded off both of us as I held her against my chest.
“Did you like that?” she asked innocently.
“I thought you told me you'd never done that with a guy before?”
“Never have.” She smiled.
“You're damn good.”
Charlotte beamed with pride. “You taste so good.”
“Will you be my old lady?” I asked.
Charlotte lifted her head from my chest. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It's a term we use for girlfriends.”
“You mean like one of those girls walking around the MC.”
I nodded.
“No thanks, Liam.”
My heart dropped to the ground and broke apart into a million pieces.
“I won't be you're old lady but I'll be your girlfriend.”
“Good enough for me.” I took her in my arms and pressed my lips against hers. “You're all mine now,” I whispered in her ear.
“And you're mine,” she replied.
I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.
Chapter 11
Charlotte
I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Liam took me from behind. Liam grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.
How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.
“I'm going to come, Charlotte,” Liam moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.
I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But we barely knew each other—I didn't want to scare him away.
We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.
Sex is a lot of fun!
“Time to go now, Charlotte.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake salute.
Liam laughed and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Liam's Harley was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride and the vibrations between my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Liam touching me everywhere.
Liam handed me the bucket helmet and I hopped on the back of the motorcycle. I slipped my hands around his chest with ease. We weren't strangers anymore. Liam was my boyfriend now.
I wanted to say it out loud just to make this was all real.
My heart jumped with glee. I was no longer a freak—no longer a virgin.
We drove off and Liam stopped outside of my apartment.
“So this is where you live?”
“Yep, this home sweet home.”
“Any roommates?”
“I did but she moved out at the end of last semester.”
“Why don't you invite me inside?” Liam grinned.
The thought of Liam taking me on every surface of my apartment was a tantalizing image but I shook my head. “I would but I know what would happen if we were alone again. I just have to work on my anthro paper for a little bit.”
“You sure you're not going to run away.”
“I can't, my car is still at the MC.”
Liam smiled. “How about I pick you up in a few hours.”
“That would be perfect.”
Liam leaned over on his bike and planted a kiss on me cheek. He put his sunglasses back on started his Harley. The thunderous roar of the engine vibrated in my chest. I waved and exhaled as he drove away.
I went into my apartment and everything looked foreign. I had only been away for a day but it felt like an eternity. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge for something to eat—completely empty. I fixed myself a cup of tea instead and opened up my laptop to a blank Word document. I wanted to get down as much information as I could before I forgot. My notes from yesterday were pretty much useless.
Flashes of last night distracted me from my work. How could I get any work done when Liam was the only thing on my mind? I thought long and hard until the perfect title came to me:
A Pound of Flesh
Chapter Twelve
Liam
I rode back to the MC, thinking about my love for Charlotte. My entire existence was built around the MC. It was who I was. But my feelings were changing. I no longer desired to be the Vice President. If I could go somewhere safe with Charlotte and live the rest of my life in peace—no more bloodshed—then isn't that what I should do?
I found John, Hudson, and Bryce sitting around the Wheels of Ash oak table. Their faces were long but their eyes lit up when they spotted me. Bryce shook my hand as Hudson gave me a one-armed hug; a white shoulder-sling kept his arm close to his chest.
John stood up and put his hands on my arms. “I'm glad you're okay, Liam.”
“Me too,” I replied.
We sat down at our seats. Our club had become so small. I ached inside for the loss of Wyatt. He was like a brother to me.
Brotherhood. That's what this MC meant to me. I couldn't leave my brothers when they needed me most. I had to get revenge for Wyatt. I had to make sure the MC was whole before I got out.
John hit the gavel down. “We all want the Russians to pay but we need to think this through. We're hanging on by a string here. If we went against the Russians now, we'd all end up in body bags. As of right now, all the Russians involved in that deal are dead. Give me a chance to talk with some of the higher-ups in their organization. For all we know, Boris was doing this alone. Once I get more information, we can make an informed decision. Everyone agree, say Aye.”
Each one of us shouted, “Aye!”
“All opposed,” John said.
John brought the gavel down. “Onto the next order of business—the Vice President seat. All in favor of Liam becoming the Vice President of the Wheels of Ash, say Aye.”
What the hell!
Hudson nodded at me and grunted, “Aye.”
“Aye,” Bryce added.
John smiled at me and threw a white patch at my hands. I flipped it over and it said: V. President.
Everyone gave me a hug while I stood there dumbfounded. The one thing I wanted in the world was finally in my hands but I didn't fee
l complete. Charlotte wasn't by my side.
Chapter Thirteen
Charlotte