The Love You Hate: A Charge Man Novel (The Charge Men Series Book 1)

by Rachel Robinson

  Now, to say it’s been a long time since I’ve had sexual contact is an understatement, but fuck do I instantly remember what I’ve been missing. With one hand on a tree next to me, I steady myself. A bird chirps in the distance, and if I close my eyes, I can hear the flicker of the flames in the distance. I don’t close them for long, because I want to watch her every move. Her big eyes flick up to meet mine and a twinge of longing hits. The urge to kiss her rises. To be inside her. Her tongue lashes out against my cock and her hand slides up and down, wet with spit.

  “Wow, okay,” I mutter, teeth grinding together. Presley smiles with her eyes as I cradle her head with one hand. “That feels amazing.” She pops me out of her mouth and laves my balls, and I try to catch my breath in between almost doubling over. My legs don’t want to work. This feeling right now, overtakes all survival instincts. It has me ignoring a possible forest fire ignited by the car crash. Even though I’m aware, I’m ignoring everything except my dick and her mouth, I can’t do anything to stop it.

  Licking up my balls and sliding my dick to the back of her throat one more time, she stands up, stepping backward toward a wide tree, pulling on my hand. “You’re hard. I’m wet. Let’s do this right now.” My balls tighten and my stomach flexes.

  Nerves bounce, and my stomach flips. It’s been a long time, but somehow that doesn’t worry me. Very little worries me in this moment and I realize it’s because I finally have freedom. Stalking toward her I lift her under her thighs and press her back against the tree trunk. If I was in my right mind, I’d have put something against it to protect her skin, but as it stands, I can’t pause long enough to consider anything rational. Presley laces her hands around my neck and presses her lips against mine aggressively.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I say, tone ragged. It sounds like a plea even though I didn’t ask for anything. “God, I want you.”

  “I’ve always wanted you,” she whispers back, moaning when I reach between our bodies and stroke her clit. A breeze cuts through, making the trees swish and prickles my skin. The sensation of the wind against skin that’s usually covered adds to the forbidden quality of this. Of her. She plants her lips on my neck and swirls her tongue at the same time as my fingers work over her. Presley moves her hips, squirming, seeking me out.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp in her ear. For the first time since I can remember, there’s nothing else rattling around in my mind.

  “Fuck me,” she says.

  Sliding into her, I press my hips to sink in as far as I can go. Her scream is muffled only when I put my mouth on hers, and fix my grip to hold under both of her thighs to give me better purchase to fuck her at the pace I decide. This isn’t going to last long, not when I’m stretched this thin and the longing for her has built up this long. Presley leans her head back on the tree as I pull her small body off and on my cock. I let her slide all the way off and then plunge all the way back. Her moaning turns into ragged pants, and her pussy grips me repeatedly as her orgasm crashes. Face, pure ecstasy, the vision of her coming on my dick is all it takes. I explode inside her, holding her thighs so I’m seated as deep as I can. My legs feel weak so I lean into her body, using the tree to steady myself.

  I don’t pull out. I stay inside her and kiss up her neck, to her ear, across her cheek until I find her lips. I prod them open in between her breathless inhales. “You’re mine,” I say. Thrusting into her to drive my words home. “Do you hear me?”

  A string of spit connects our mouths when I pull away, and the sight makes my cock jerk inside her. Her eyes flutter closed. “I hear you, but am I mine as in yours to protect, or like mine, mine?”

  Reaching between our bodies I stroke her nub while I’m still seated deeply. I smile when I feel her clench around my cock. “If I make you come again, you’re mine, mine.” There’s a faint smell of smoke in the air that brings me back to where we actually are, and the circumstances, but even that’s not enough to stop me, or her from caring. She leans back, letting her arms hang limply by her sides and closes her eyes. I’m still hard as fuck, throbbing inside. When I look down at our connected bodies, I see my come dripping, and intermingling with her slippery, pink cunt. It’s more vivid than any simulation—all-encompassing in a new way. I love this woman.

  Presley grinds against my fingers, and the walls of her pussy move around me, sending more electric pleasure from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. “I’m coming,” she says, voice low this time as she works for it.

  I don’t thrust into her like I want to, I just fill her with my hard cock, and pull her hips closer with my free hand as she comes apart once again, her body going limp in my hands as she grips me in waves. Her face is relaxed and her lips shine red and wet. When I lean in to kiss her, I’m shocked by her cool lips. Everything else is burning. For her. For this life we’re starting. For all the years I lost by not understanding what life is truly about. As Presley wraps herself around me, locking her ankles around my waist, I get it.

  It all makes sense, and every decision I made to get to this point was because I was being led here. To her. A match so worthy, I knew deep down, before I was willing to admit it to myself because it changed me down to soul level. Presley didn’t change me, she showed me who I really was. Sure, I am, or I was, a Charge Man who vowed to guard with my life, but that was only until I ran across the life that made mine worth living in a vibrant, new way.

  Gently I draw from her body and let her feet touch the ground. She smiles wide, shaking her head. “That was worth the wait.”

  My chest heaves. “You can say that again.”

  “What goes in hard and dry and comes out soft and wet?” Presley says, licking her lips.

  “Don’t,” I reply, smirking and shaking a finger. “Don’t you dare ruin this high.”

  She runs her tongue across the front of her teeth. “Gum,” Presley drawls, in a sexy tone that hits me straight in the dick.

  Stooping, I pick up the shirt she was wearing and put it over her head. “That wasn’t your worst joke, but not your best.”

  “Sounds like I have a long time to test out my best jokes on you, huh?” She watches the cum run down her legs, and the sight makes me want to beat on my chest. “I have more if you want.”

  “No,” I say, pressing a kiss on the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. “I do want to thank you for the best sex of my life. Shocking it happened in… nature, with our burning bodies in the background, but nothing else would be as fitting.” Her face falls, but just for a moment.

  There’s a white van near the crash and Coldren rolled bodies over to the scene and put them there. He promised he was borrowing bodies from the morgue on our base and that no one would be harmed, and I stopped asking questions after that. Both of us have had blood drawn recently per his instructions. He wanted to make sure to fake it as much as possible. I’m not sure why I was honest with him, why I told him it didn’t work, but it was the best decision I’ve ever made. After the bodies he placed are scorched enough for his tastes, he returns to the van and pulls out a large duffel bag. He tosses it into the woods. It’s our go-bag. “What’s in there?” she asks from behind me. I pull on the underwear to cover myself at least fractionally.

  “Everything we need for a new life.”

  “I can’t believe he’s helping us.” She puts her hand on my ribcage, and I flinch. “This tattoo. I had a dream about it.”

  There’s no need to tell her information that could potentially be dangerous. “Yeah, you’re going to have to learn how to tattoo so you can cover it up.”

  “You want me to tattoo you?” Presley sounds shocked.

  “Out of all the things I’ve asked of you today, and what you’re witnessing right now you’re worried about putting a little ink in my skin?” Her fingers rub over the skin there as she tells me how bad she was in art class. The fact that she’s cool and calm right now is a testament to the type of woman that is required to hold my attention. �
��Stay here,” I mutter. “I mean that. As your bodyguard, I’m ordering you to stay here while I go grab that bag.”

  “Your come is dripping down my leg. You’re more than my bodyguard.”

  Turning to glance at her over my shoulder, I eye her up and down once. “That’s what she said.”

  Presley scowls, and I leave her with a laugh as I jog toward the bag. Our new passports. All of the paperwork that make us legal. Coldren informed me he would set us up right, and do right by me. For being honest. For giving him another chance to get it right. Grabbing the bag, I retreat back to where Presley is waiting and find a key fob and a map.

  “Ready, Bonnie?” I point at the map. “Our car is here. And we are here.” I tap a remote spot, nearby. At least we won’t have long to traipse in the woods without clothes.

  “Let’s do it, Clyde.” The white van pulls away, and if we’re lucky he will be the last person we ever see from our former lives. Presley eyes the flames licking up in the distance. “Though I suppose this is more of a Thelma and Louise situation.”

  “Hey,” I say, drawing her gaze to mine. “I love you.”

  She melts, green eyes warming, and lips pulling up in the corner. “Not that kind you hate?”

  “Never.” Not anymore, at least.

  “I love you, too.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Presley

  I’m on top of him, and can’t catch my breath—my chest heaving as I breathe through my mouth. His hands are folded behind his head—obeying my orders, but his eyes are alight with mirth and longing. “Are you going to let me finish yet or what?”

  I tip my head side to side, weighing the options. “I’m not sure I want to let you yet. I might want one more orgasm.” My core clenches agreeing with me.

  “Greedy girl,” he rasps, thrusting his hips up to create friction. “We’re going to be late to our own party.”

  “I think everyone would agree that catching up on our sex life is more important than being on time to the ribbon-cutting.” Reaching up, I adjust the wig I’m wearing today. I tried it on to see if it really did conceal my identity enough to have photos taken. It doesn’t, but it was also an opportunity for role-play I couldn’t pass up. We’re taking over Lexington Pharmaceuticals. Coldren really set us up. Not only are we set financially for life, he made sure to give me the reins to things that are important to us. I might be Hayley Parker now, but I’m still Presley Lexington and my father never changed. He wanted me to run it. Do you know why? My mother got to him. She wrote him a letter every single day for a year after her breakthrough. She told him about the enlightened, happy life she’s living, and he converted. I’m not sure if he did it for her, or if he really wants to be a person on the straight and narrow. His final act as a stone-cold man was to rid the world of Grant Barringer. I read his obituary three days after Nate and I got married. It was ruled an accident, but I read through the lines. Michael Lexington found out what happened.

  My hands slip off Nate’s slippery pecs as I grind down on his massive dick. He wants to control the pace, but I won’t let him and he knows it. He slams his eyes shut, and grunts out in frustration. “Fine, fine,” I moan, “come with me.”

  Lifting myself up, I ride him, circling my hips at a furious pace. It won’t take him long because I’ve been teasing him off and on for the past thirty minutes. His hands snake from my breasts, to my waist and as he comes he pulls me all the way onto him. His guttural, throaty sounds of longing, bring me to the brink and my fourth orgasm hits with fury. My legs tingle, and my stomach seems to turn to jelly before the bursts of nirvana take over my body. Warm and cold. Nate pumps into me as I come because he knows I like it when he keeps thrusting when I come. I collapse onto his chest and breathe heavily. I can hear his heartbeat against my cheek, a steady, lulling noise that might be the only thing that gives me complete peace.

  “Now we have to get ready,” I say, rising and lowering as his chest moves. “I guess you like me as a blonde,” I say, tugging on the ends of the wig.

  “Why do blondes need to have orgasms?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?”

  He laughs. Oh, this must be tragic. “So they know when to stop having sex.”

  I roll my eyes, and fall off him, cradling my apex where he’s leaking out of me as I waddle-walk to the bathroom on the other side of our room. Our cabin is beautiful. It’s not a mansion, it’s not a shack, it’s the perfect house for us. It’s hidden away in a mountain town a little nicer than Gold Hawke.

  “I’m definitely not blonde,” I call back. “That was four in a row!”

  He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I take off the wig and turn on the shower. “You are not blonde for sure. I can’t wait to hear your speech today.”

  “I can’t believe it’s mine. I’m going to make it all right. Finally. Everyone is going to have the medication they need regardless of circumstance. We’re going to save a million Felix’s. Maybe even a billion.”

  A sadness lights Nate’s eyes every time we talk about his cousin. The thing with our new life is that we couldn’t take anyone from the old one with us. Today will mark the first time we’ll be in the public eye with the opportunity of photos in the media. The possibility of someone from the past seeing us. What we’re doing is a big deal. If Michael Lexington was the enemy, Hayley Parker is the angel sent to right his wrongs. I have the ability to make things better. It will be a progression in fixing things over a long period of time, but I’m up for the task. I’ve found purpose in love and in life, and nothing can take it from me. Today will be risky, and we both went through a lot to make it happen. I touch my nose and wiggle it. It’s finally healed from the nose job that changed my whole facial aesthetic. Nate had a hard time looking at me for a few months, but he’s settled into the new normal.

  We shower together, and Nate spins me to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Coldren will be watching today,” he says. “We did everything he said to do before revealing ourselves.” Nate has colored contacts and a different color hair, but I’m the one who is most recognizable by the public so my transformation required… more. We did also buy a bakery in our new town, but found out quickly that I burned more bread than was feasible for business, so we hired a talented staff and visit almost daily because it reminds us of where we fell in love. A simple thing, but also not. Not many people can tie love to a certain place and time, but because we fought it for so long it was almost a chameleon-like transition. Nate was the person who he thought he needed to be for me, and I played a person who I thought would help me blend in, except that was the real version of me. With all of the pretenses stripped away, I was, to the core, a woman who wanted to help the world, with a list of shit she wanted to get done. Maybe it seemed stupid or trivial, but that was the beginning of me. Of this.

  “It’s going to be amazing. Try not to worry. This is part of it, we were always meant to eventually go back into society after enough time passed.”

  “Does it feel rushed though?” I ask, lacing my fingers through his to help rinse the soap away. “Too obvious?” There are conspiracy theories that we didn’t die. I had to stop reading them on the internet after we bought the bakery because it was driving me mad, wondering if the next customer who walked in was there to harm Nate. My safety is of little importance at this point. Nate’s always been good. He never had a bad streak. It does break me a little bit that he doesn’t have his family any longer. He tells me not to worry about him, that he’s been apart from them for so long while he was a Charge Man that it’s not any different now. Except he has me, which is a gift. They think he’s dead, though. That’s a huge deal and I often worry about it. If he would have fallen in love with a normal woman who didn’t have a target on her back, he’d be able to have it all. That’s love. Wanting the human you love to have everything. Even if they don’t want it, because you know they deserve it.

  “It’s
been years, Pres,” Nate says, using my name in the confines of the shower just to get a rise out of me. “It’s time. It’s not rushed. If anything, we should have done this long ago. You’ve run this company for a long time, today you’re just coming out as the person responsible for the turnaround.”

  “There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’ll leave it alone,” I banter back. Spinning, I take his face in my hands. “I just want you to think I’m doing something great.”

  “You already are doing something great. You’re growing our son.” He presses his hands against the small bump on my lower stomach. “Nothing in this world makes me happier. You are a fantastic person. You’re saving lives and making them at the same time. Who can say that?”

  “After all the lives my father stole, it’s the least I can do.”

  “Don’t be a hero, babe.”

  “Why? I’m married to one. It’s only fair that I hold up my end of the deal.”

  He shakes his head. “I’m not a hero. I’m a regular guy who got lucky.” The fact he calls our life lucky still blows my mind. He gave up everything for me. Isn’t that the opposite of luck?

  I smile. “Far from regular.”

  “Fine, fine. I can do a lot of things well, but I’m not a hero.”

  I clasp my hands around his neck and let the hot water cascade around us as one form. “You’re my hero. You protected me.”

  “And you made it the most difficult challenge of my life.”

  Kissing his chest once, I lean back to meet his gaze. “Golly, I’m sorry to have been in the way. You’re a real force.”

  Chuckling, he cups my chin and kisses me. “This,” he says, letting his lips linger near mine. “This is the only force I want for the rest of my life.”

  ****

  The crowd is calm and patient as I wrap up my speech announcing all the new drugs Lexington is either making, distributing, or making better. I’m reading on a teleprompter, desperately trying not to touch the fucking wig one more time. “I hope that these meet the needs of the community, the country, and the world. Every person deserves the medication they need at a fair cost.”