ASH: Westside Skulls Motorcycle Club: (Westside Skulls MC Romance Book 4)

by Cooke, Jessie

  But tonight, she was going to do her best to put all of that on a shelf and enjoy their first real date in over five years. Back when they were together every Friday night was “date night.” They made no other plans, refused invitations, and they went out, just the two of them. Sometimes they did a movie, sometimes a play. Sometimes they did nothing more than take a drive, or go out to Long Island and make love on the beach. They tried new restaurants, took carriage rides, walks in the park, and watched the sunset. At the end of the night, though, it never mattered where they had gone or what they had done...it had always been about being together and being in love. Tonight, he’d asked if she wanted to see a movie and have dinner, but the excitement she felt came from knowing he was trying to recreate “date night” and it made her love him even more.

  Ash knocked on the door of the trailer at exactly seven p.m. Charlie opened it and threw her arms around his neck. Ash looked touched, but surprised. “What’s all this about?”

  “You and Mack! I’m so happy you’re getting back together.” Ash looked over his little sister’s shoulder at Mack. She shook her head, trying to convey to him that Charlie hadn’t gotten that idea from her. Ash held his sister back, kissed her on the cheek, and said:

  “I’m glad you’re happy, kid. It’s been a long time coming.”

  “You too,” she said, and then looking at Mack, “and you. You’ve both been miserable for way too long. You belong together. We can finally be the family that we were supposed to be...it’s just too bad Daddy didn’t live to see this.”

  “Charlie...” Mack started.

  “Dad can see,” Ash said, interrupting Mack. “He knows we’re happy...all of us.”

  “You think so?” Charlie asked him.

  He smiled gently at her. “I know so, kid. Now, we have to get going or we’ll be late for the movie.”

  Charlie hugged him again. Mack almost had tears just watching them. She loved that all the crap they’d both been through over the past month had at least brought them back together. Charlie had been turning into her mother before Asher III passed away. Being in California with Ash had brought her back down to earth. “Okay,” she said, looking at Mack. “Have fun and make him buy you the lobster. Come Monday he’ll be a very wealthy man.”

  Mack laughed and grabbed her jacket off the back of the little couch. “Thanks for the tip,” she told Charlie, giving her a little hug as she passed. She and Ash walked out to his bike and he handed her a helmet before sliding on. She slipped on behind him. It had been a long time since she’d been on a bike with him. She loved it. She loved molding her front to his back and holding on to him around his waist. He made her feel safe, and the ride on the bike was always exhilarating.

  “Dinner first?” he asked.

  “Sure, I thought we were running late for the movie.”

  She felt him chuckle. “I just told Charlie that so we could get out of there.” Mack shook her head as Ash started up the bike. She shuddered at the feel of the vibrations between her legs and the feeling of being pressed into his big, warm body. She held on and hugged into him for the fifteen minutes it took to get to the restaurant. It was a teppanyaki-style Japanese food restaurant and she found out once they were inside that Ash had made reservations. They were taken straight to their table and seated with six other people around a tabletop stove where the chef would cook for them as they watched.

  Their chef was personable, and funny, and he made one hell of a volcano out of an onion. The food was amazing and while they ate, they talked about things Charlie had said, and Ash told stories about some of the funny things that had happened in the club; and everything that had caused them drama or angst was temporarily forgotten. Mack was happier and more relaxed than she’d been in years and for just a little while it was easy to imagine that no time at all had passed between them.

  After dinner they rode the bike to the cinema and even though they were both stuffed with the rich Japanese food, Ash insisted on buying popcorn and huge boxes of candy for them both. They carried them into the theater, found a seat, and as soon as they were settled, Ash slipped his arm around her shoulders like he used to.

  The movie was a scary one and Mack was happy about that too. It gave her an excuse to clutch onto him and snuggle in close. Afterwards, if she had to answer questions about the movie plot, she’d fail miserably, but she wouldn’t care. Once again, it was just about the experience of spending time with the love of her life.

  Ash drove slowly back to the club, just giving them both a chance to enjoy the warm, beautiful night. The moon was full and the stars were visible in the sky. When they got to the clubhouse Ash parked his bike in front of it and waited for her to get off before he shut off the bike. She pulled off her helmet and he licked his lips and said, “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to spend an entire evening with you and not take you into a bathroom or a closet and ravish that gorgeous body?”

  She smiled and said, “I think I might...since I feel the same way about you.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “Yeah.”

  Still sitting on the bike, he pulled her to him and she leaned down until their lips met. Ash kissed her softly at first, but the kiss quickly turned hot and passionate and his hands began to roam her body. The sounds of another bike drew her out of the kiss and she asked, “Can we take this somewhere a little more...private?”

  Ash grinned and looked over at his brothers, three of them who were climbing off their bikes. “Hey, guys, it bother you to watch me kiss my old lady?”

  They all laughed and one older guy said, “Boy, in my day, we’d consummate that relationship right there on the bike.”

  Ash laughed. “Oh yeah?”

  “Don’t get any ideas,” Mack said with a laugh.

  “You think the old days were so much better? I could consummate right here.”

  “No, you can’t,” Mack whispered with another giggle.

  “I’ll consummate all over every one of these bikes as a matter of fact,” he said, ignoring her.

  His friends laughed and started egging him on. “Whip out that little east coast dick, boy, and show us how you consummate,” the older guy said with a laugh.

  “Ash...” He ignored her again and said:

  “Fuck, JT, you know everything is bigger and better in New York City.”

  “I think we should ask his old lady,” one of the guys said with a laugh. Ash finally looked at her and seeing she was embarrassed by the conversation, he tried to cut it short.

  “Nah, leave her out of it.”

  Mack smiled and said, “A lady never gives away secrets from the bedroom anyways. Even if those secrets are huge. Come on, old man...you’ve got some work to do upstairs.” Ash laughed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. They left the parking lot and went inside to a chorus of smart remarks and catcalls. Ash held her around the waist until they were upstairs and then on the landing he spun her around to face him and said:

  “Damn, baby, you handled that like a champ.”

  She smiled again and said, “You forget that I grew up with you and Sledge as my BFFs. I’m no shrinking violet. I can handle my own.”

  “Mm, that’s hot.”

  “Make you horny, does it?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  She slid her hand down his body and cupped the front of his jeans. He was hard as a rock already. She gave it a squeeze and said, “Me too. But before we go handle this...I have a question.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Am I your old lady?”

  “Do you want to be?” She nodded, and he smiled. “Good...Now, let’s go to your room so I can take this monster out and play with it.”

  29

  Once they were inside his room, Ash closed the door and grabbed hold of Mack again. God, he loved the way she felt in his arms. He could hardly believe that he’d gone so long without her. There was a time when he was convinced that he’d stop breathing and die of suffocation if anyone ever to
ok her away from him. The only positive that came from living without her for five years was that it proved to him he was strong enough to start over if he wanted to. He started a whole new life when he left New York and he could start a whole new life again if he had to...a new life with Mack.

  He pressed his lips to hers again and let his tongue ease into her mouth. He loved kissing her. She always tasted so sweet. He swept his tongue around her mouth, tasting every part of her. Their tongues would tangle up every now and then, jockeying for position, pushing and pulling at each other. He used the side of his teeth to scrape her tongue and then nibble at her lips. He brought his tongue out and she sighed lustfully as he used it to lick her lips. He loved how her body went soft and she became pliable when he kissed or touched her. He loved that after all the time between them, they were still so good together.

  He turned her around and walked her backwards to the bed, the whole time kissing from her lips to her neck and back up again. Once he felt her body was against the bed, he lowered her down onto it. He gave her another kiss, and he could swear the earth trembled underneath his feet. Then he stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, loving the way her hazel eyes filled with desire as they took in every part of his body. Once he was fully undressed he reached down and pulled up the sundress she was wearing. She raised her arms and he pulled it off over her head, and then he pushed her bra up and out of her way...gasping out loud when her beautiful breasts fell out.

  He kissed first one and then the other, right on the tip of the hardened nipple. Then he licked each one and sucked the left one into his mouth. He sucked her gently but firmly at the same time, marking his territory and making new memories. She moaned with each swirl of his tongue. He loved making her feel good, making her shudder, making her scream out his name. He moved his mouth down to her belly and kissed her there, letting his tongue trace slow circles down toward where her panties covered that beautiful, sweet treasure he craved. He kissed the silk that covered her mound and then moved his face lower, inhaling her scent in the place where her panties were soaked through. He ran his tongue along the upper part of her thigh and just under the elastic of the panties. She gasped and arched her back up off the bed. He moved his face over and did the same on the other side, and that time she moaned. Finally, he sat up slightly, put his fingers on either side of her panties and slowly dragged them down her silky thighs, over her knees, her hard calves and off her feet. He tossed them onto the floor and wasting no time, buried his face into her pussy.

  She shuddered hard as he began to lick her softly. He knew her well, though, and he knew she didn’t like it soft for long. He licked her lightly just enough to get her twisting and moaning and rocking her hips and grinding her pussy into his face...and then he went to town. He started sucking and licking, letting his tongue flit in and out of her tight, wet opening, tasting every part of her. He nibbled at her clit and made her cry out and pull his hair. She wrapped her legs around his head like a vise, pushing his face in deeper so he’d move the stubble on his jaw around faster, nibble harder, suck more, lick passionately and finally, swirl his tongue around and around on top of her hard clit, putting pressure against it as he did...until she was screaming out his name in the throes of a violent orgasm that left her gasping for breath.

  When Ash pulled his head up and looked at her face it made his cock throb even harder. She looked so fucking sexy when she was post-orgasmic. Her cheeks were bright red. Her pretty hair was all over the place, even stuck in the light sheen of sweat across her brow. Her lipstick was gone and her bottom lip slightly swollen where she’d been biting down on it to keep from screaming too loudly. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

  She reached up for his face and pulled it down to her lips. She kissed him like she was starving, delving her tongue so far into his mouth that it almost felt like she was trying to find his tonsils. He bit and sucked at her lips, and the kiss went on and on until neither of them was able to breathe. They came up for air, but Ash didn’t move off her. He used one of his thighs to press her legs open and then without touching his cock with his hand, he found his mark and plunged into her. Her hips came up off the bed and his hands went to her waist as he began fucking her. Mack was grinding her pelvis into him and gripping onto his shoulders. Her back was arched and her head was pressed back into the pillow. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open in a little “O” that almost made him want to pull out of her pussy and shove his cock into her mouth, but he didn’t. He kept fucking her, sliding all the way out and then back in until their hips slammed together. She lifted her sexy legs and wrapped them around his body, gripping him tightly with her thighs and using her feet to push against his back, trying to take him deeper, and harder. He fucked her faster, his body on fire, hers the catalyst. He moved a hand up and took one of her nipples between his fingers. He pinched and pulled at it in time with the thrusts he was still making into her pussy. His whole body was tingling and he felt the orgasm beginning to take control. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened and he let out a long, loud groan just before he exploded inside her. Mack arched up off the bed even higher and dug her fingernails into his flesh as she came with him. As the seconds passed, Ash found himself wondering about their lives from there on out. There was no way he was letting her go again. No. Fucking. Way.

  * * *

  Ash, Mack, and Charlie flew to New York together on Sunday night and stayed at Mack’s apartment. On Monday morning Mack went to the office, and Ash and Charlie took a car to Allison’s attorney’s office in the heart of Manhattan. It was a luxury high-rise building and his office was on the fourth floor. They took the elevator up and Ash finally asked Charlie the question he’d been wondering about since they made this appointment. “Are you nervous about seeing her?” Charlie hadn’t seen her mother since their court date regarding her emancipation a month earlier. Allison only called when she was trying to manipulate her over the will, and the calls usually ended in an argument and tears. Today, Charlie was dressed casually in a denim skirt and a white button-down blouse. Her shoes were canvas sneakers and her hair was in a ponytail. Ash thought the outfit made her look cute, but way too young to be dealing with this mess. He knew that Allison was going to take one look at her and think of something insulting to say about how she looked like “poor white trash,” or something else he might have to punch his first woman over.

  “Not really,” Charlie said. “I wish things were different, but they’re not. We never fought before, but that was because I did exactly what she wanted me to do. I hung out with the popular kids. I dressed in the latest fashions. I treated anyone that didn’t have as much money as us like shit. Those were honestly the only things she ever noticed about me. Do you know that she once took away all my electronics for two weeks when I was thirteen because she found out that I’d been playing video games with the gardener’s son and the cook’s daughter? She told me that we had an ‘obligation’ to the community to carry ourselves a certain way and be seen with certain people. I told Dad, and I guess that was the first time I realized it.”

  “Realized what?” Ash thought he knew, because he’d made the same realization himself...but he didn’t want to put ideas in her head about the father they both missed and still loved unconditionally.

  “That he just wasn’t strong enough to stand up to her. He had so many good qualities, but he wasn’t strong...like you.” Ash’s heart swelled at the compliment, and he had so much respect for his little sister for realizing that just because their father wasn’t strong, it didn’t mean he wasn’t a good person and a good father in a lot of other ways. Ash put his arm around Charlie and turned them toward the conference room they were supposed to meet in.

  “I’m here for you, kid, no matter what.”

  “I know. I love you, Ash.” Her words took him by surprise and shook him up a little. The last time Charlie told him she loved him, she was ten years old and he was leaving her alone with the crazy woman they were on their way in to
see. He wished that he had a time machine. If he could go back, he’d do so many things differently.

  “I love you too, kid.” His voice cracked, and Charlie looked up at him and smiled before squaring her shoulders and walking into the conference room with her head held high. Ash walked in behind her and his eyes fell on Allison. She was, as usual, dressed from head to toe in money. Her hair was professionally colored, highlighted and styled. Her makeup was flawless. The breasts his father had paid for sat up high and proud and showed off too much cleavage for a lawyer’s office on a Monday morning, in his opinion. Allison wasn’t looking at him, she was staring...or glaring...at her daughter. She stood up, slowly revealing the rest of the cream-colored suit she was wearing. It was tailored to fit her every curve. He wondered if she thought that would help her case, or if she was already in the market for a new man.

  “Charlotte,” she said, shaking her head. “What are they doing to you out there?” Ash felt himself tense up and he checked his temper and let Charlie respond.

  “They’re taking good care of me,” Charlie said with a smile. “Something I’m not used to. I’d love to get this over with so we can get back.” She pulled out a chair next to her own attorney and looked at him and said, “Can we get started?” Ash took a seat next to Charlie and watched Allison’s lawyer put his hand on her arm and guide her back down into the chair. She moved her intense glare from Charlie to him then and he could see the hate she felt for him in her eyes. She had resented him from the start. He looked just like his mother. He was still mourning her then, and he idolized her...and suddenly Allison was there, taking everything over. He hadn’t been nice to her, but in his defense, she was supposed to be the adult. With each year that went by, she pulled him and his father further and further apart. His dad tried, but like Charlie said, he just wasn’t strong enough. Ash forced himself to smile at his stepmother and he said: