Next thing I know he is flipping me over, head bowed down and ass up.
His fist tangles in my hair as he steadies my body with his free hand. Charlie hammers his cock into me with brutal force and I love every inch of it.
“You don’t happen to remember if you’re on any kind of birth control, do you?”
“What?” I hiss.
“You know the pill...the shot...or whatever.”
“Uh no. Don’t think so.”
He stills inside me for a moment then pulls out quickly, beating the head of his dick against my ass as his cum jets out.
“Sorry.” He chuckles, massaging his essence into my skin with his large rough hands. He collapses next to me in a sweaty heap. Stroking my jaw, he smiles at me lazily.
“That was…”
“Best you’ve ever had,” he finishes for me.
“I was going to say best I can remember,” I tease, and he makes that sound in the back of his throat.
“Say that again and I’ll tattoo my name across your forehead,” he grumbles, pulling me into his side.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Sugar tits, I’d do a lot of things to keep you.”
He tries to act tough, but he has a sweet side. His hand curves under my boob and he says, “Go to sleep.”
I yawn but ask him, “Would you…could you tattoo me?”
“Maybe,” he whispers and within seconds he is sleeping.
———
I awaken alone, instantly missing Charlie’s warm body spooning me. Stretching I feel stiff but good. The man sexed me so good last night. I get out of bed and grab one of his t-shirts from his bag. I slip it over my head as I make my way into the bathroom. The smell of coffee lures me to the kitchen after I take care of my basic needs.
I find Charlie watching the news. There is talk of a reward for a missing girl. A Belinda something. I pour myself a cup and walk over to where he sits. He notices me and powers the TV off quickly.
“That sounded like a sad story.”
“Morning,” he mumbles, ignoring my comment, but I shrug it off.
I sink down on the cushion next to him and he puts a hand on my knee. “I bought you clothes.”
“I know, but I like wearing your shirts. They smell like you.” I smile over the brim of the cup and take a sip. “Any big plans for today?”
“I gotta work and we need to talk.”
I don't like the tense expression he has on his face.
Chapter Twenty
—Boogeyman—
I can’t keep lying to her.
I need to tell her the truth.
It makes me a sorry bastard to wait until we had sex to do it but that is why I have to. I care about her as much as I don’t want to. As crazy as it makes me, I fucking need her.
“Listen, Shelly. I wasn't exactly honest with you. When you woke up...after you hit your head. I should have told you. Your name is Michelle. Shelly is what I call you. You were kidnapped by some bad people. They wanted to sell you, but the deal was bad and then they were going to kill you. I took you. I saved your life but doing so still puts you at risk. We’re both at risk. I’m not a good man. I kill people. Your face is all over the news. Your family wants you back, but there are people who will kill you if you come out of hiding. They’ll kill your family too.”
That isn’t the full truth, but it is close enough.
Her knee bounces and she hisses as the coffee sloshes over the brim of her cup and scalds her hand.
“Okay.” She lets out a breath. “You told me most of this. Is that why you keep the TV off. You didn’t want me to see my face or you didn't want me to turn myself in?”
“Shell—Michelle,” I start and she shakes her head.
“Call me Shelly,” she whispers. “I want you to call me Shelly.”
“That isn't your name,” I tell her, and a tear slips down her cheek.
“It’s the only name I know,” she says softly.
I take her mug and set it on the table then I pull her into my lap.
I wipe away her tear as another threatens to fall and bring my mouth down on hers in a brief peck.
“I don’t want to think about any of that. As long as no one finds me here, I’m safe. My family is safe, right?”
“Yeah, but you can’t hide forever. We gotta face reality sometime and, baby, as much as I wish we could hide away here forever. We can’t.”
“Maybe not, but this is all I know. Being here with you. Don’t send me away. Don’t push me away. I know you care for me or was that a lie when you said you’d do anything to keep me?”
“It wasn’t a lie, Goddamnit. I meant what I said. I was just telling you the truth. Just because you don’t want to hear it don't make it a lie.”
She shifts, pulling away from me.
“Don’t be like that.” I move her back into my lap and she straddles me.
Her arms cradle around my neck. “I don’t want to talk about any of that stuff. I can’t remember, and you need to forget about it. I want to start over. I want to be Shelly, whoever she may be. I want the chance to find out. These bad people aren't looking for Shelly. They are looking for Michelle. What if I change my appearance. Cut my hair. You said yourself you can tattoo me…”
“Don't work like that.”
Her bottom lips pouts.
“I told you that I am a bad man. That I kill people. Why would you want to stay?”
“I don’t see you the way you see yourself, Charlie. You saved me. I’m...I’m falling for you.”
Her confession nearly steals my breath away. A tight pain squeezes in my chest. If she remembers the truth she will hate me forever.
I am a selfish bastard. And I meant what I said. I will do anything to keep her.
“I gotta go to work. We can talk about this later.” I remove her hands and scoot her from my lap.
“Where do you work?”
“I do a bit of everything,” I tell her as I stand up.
“Do you kill people for money?”
“Sometimes.”
She swallows my bitter truth down and gives me a faint smile.
“When will you be back?”
I shrug and scratch the back of my neck. “Don’t know.”
“Okay.” She goes up on her knees on the cushion and I lean down and meet her lips briefly. I gotta get on the road. Got church today with the club. If I don’t leave now I will be too damn tempted to keep her in bed all day.
“What will you do all day while I’m gone?”
She rolls her shoulders. “I don’t know. Watch TV. Cook dinner. Wait for you to ravish me.” She bites her bottom lip and my cock twitches.
“I gotta go. Stay away from the news. It will only upset you.”
Shelly nods and I go out to the truck and grab my cut. Taking my bike today. Need to get my head straight. This shit...playing house with Shelly, is fucking with me.
———
Riding was exactly what I needed. I feel more like myself as I ride up to the clubhouse. More like Boogeyman.
I park and head inside to find Cole Black sitting at the bar.
“You still in town? Thought I smelled shit?”
He laughs. “Fuck you.” He squints at me. “Boogeyman?”
I rub my goatee and tuck my hair behind my ears. Fuck I am going to catch hell from my brothers for my new cleaned up look. “Why are you here you ginger headed fucker?”
“Just making sure shit’s straight here. Watching after my sister. Making sure Hades don’t fuck up with Tiny and get her killed.”
Goddamn that's the last thing we need. The fucking Black Rebel Riders’ up in our business.
“We got it covered.” I snarl.
“Easy. My old man doesn’t know shit about it. I’m trying to keep it that way. I quite enjoy the peace we’ve had these past six months.”
Fucker has a point but doesn’t mean I have to like having him here sniffing around our club. What he really means is Devils Rejec
ts haven’t given him a reason to go running to daddy to tell him our business. My shit with Shelly could be all the reason he needs.
Fuck me.
Fuck me hard in the ass.
I don't need this shit right now.
Prick better not be sitting in at church.
I give him a chin lift and head to the meeting room.
I take my seat next to Uno’s bitch ass and he stares a hole through me.
“What crawled up your ass?”
“Probably his wife,” Terror razes him and punches him in the arm.
“Fuck you. Both of you. Stephanie hasn’t shut up since that shit you pulled with her at the store. Won’t even suck my dick.”
“You mean she won’t let you suck her dick,” Reaper joins in, giving him hell.
I move to reach between his legs and he scoots back, nearly jumping out of his chair.
“The fuck you doing?”
“Checking to see if you still have a cock.” We all howl with laughter. “Need to find some damn tweezers first though.” I snort.
Hades comes in. “Enough. Fucking grade school bitches. Goddamn. We got important business to discuss and all you are worried about is giving Uno the action he’s missing at home. Looks like Boogeyman even shaved for you first.” He chuckles, and Uno’s face goes red. Poor bastard gets it from all sides. “Don’t worry, brother. There is plenty of easy pussy coming in from Florida. Cocky is patching over. That is if you vote to let him.”
“That crazy bastard is the last thing our club needs. I’m in.” I grin, and Hades shakes his head.
“Knew you would be. Let’s put it to a vote. All in favor...”
Unanimous rounds of “Aye,” sounds in the room.
Cocky got his name because he used to be into fighting roosters underground. Underground cock fighting pits were his business till he got shut down. He was nomad for a few years after he was released from prison. Hades says he’s ready to return to the club. Ready to help us take down Tiny Leone.
We move on to other topics.
“Boogeyman, you seen that prospect...fucking Garret or some shit.”
“Eugene,” someone calls out.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Not seen him since we put down those sorority whores,” I lie to my Prez.
I lie to keep my dirty little secret.
My Shelly.
He gives me a cross look but doesn't ask further just gives me a nod.
“Terror, see if you can track him down. I don’t want any loose ends. We have another delivery to make next month. Gotta go further away from home this time. Don't want anyone tying the two together when the next hit goes down.”
The meeting continues going over the normal shit. Everyone is accounted for and everything is on schedule.
Church comes to a close, but Hades tells me to hang back. Says he wants a word with me.
I tense but keep my cool.
He doesn’t know anything.
He couldn't know.
“Where the fuck you been, man? Uno says Stephanie swears she saw you buying tampons.” Hades stares me down. That nosy cunt. Goddamn her. Too damn mouthy and big of a shit stirrer for her own good. She’ll be Uno’s downfall. It is a shame because I do like the piss ant.
“Maybe I was getting them for Uno’s bitch ass to shove in his pansy asshole, so he can smell like a flower when his cunt wife straps one on. We both know she wears the damn pants. Her dick is probably bigger than his.” I laugh but Hades narrows his eyes on me. “I don’t know what she thinks she saw. I was buying rubbers. What the fuck those two doing spying on me for?”
“Easy. No one is watching you. Just wondered where you been. I haven’t seen you around the clubhouse as much lately.”
“Yeah, well I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what? You running something under the table I should know about?”
“Nope. Just been cleaning my place up is all.”
He snorts. “You clean?”
“Yeah, motherfucker, I clean.” I flip him off. “My name is really Mr. Clean.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know you love nothing more than giving Uno hell but take it easy on him. He’s got shit going on. Under a lot of stress right now.” The serious look he has on his face gives me pause.
“What kind of shit.”
“Stephanie found out she can’t have kids. He’s taking it pretty damn hard.”
“It’s because she is really a fucking dude.” I smirk.
“Whatever, man. Just tone it down. I’ll see you soon. I need to get home to Sara and CT.”
I give him a chin lift and follow him out. I head upstairs to my room to grab my tattoo shit. Shelly wanted ink. I’m going to make it happen.
Chapter Twenty-one
—Shelly—
Charlie has been gone for a few hours now. I’ve tried watching the television but can’t find anything to watch that interests me. I started a few loads of laundry. Though the items he got me are slim pickings. The tops all leave little to the imagination. There were a few pairs of decent jeans though. So at least there is that. Maybe I can talk him into taking me out. I’ve been stuck in this trailer for days.
The dryer sounds, and I go to fold the laundry. Charlie’s shave kit sitting on the sink gives me an idea.
I unzip the leather bag and bring out the scissors.
I don’t think I just do. Gathering my hair in my hand, I use the scissors to start cutting. Locks of my hair falls to the sink as I stare at my reflection, hoping Charlie will like the end result. My hair falls just to my shoulders now. Finding two rubber bands in a drawer, I style my hair into two braids. One laying on each shoulder.
By the time I finish up with the mundane chores and cleaning my hair from the sink, it is time to start dinner. I end up making tacos. Everyone loves tacos or at least I think they do.
Dinner has been ready for an hour. Charlie still isn't back so I eat my serving alone and start flipping through the channels again. I come up on a show about a tattoo artist.
Watching people get ink has me really wanting a tattoo of my own.
The paper and pen Charlie gave me the other day is laying on the coffee table. For fun I start drawing what I would want if Charlie agreed to tattoo me.
The bloom of a lotus flower.
Turns out I am actually a decent artist.
The rumbling of a motorcycle barreling down the driveway breaks me from my doodling.
I wonder if he will take me for a ride.
His boots stomp heavily up the stairs when he comes in he is carrying a bag.
“Hey, you didn’t run off while I was gone,” he teases.
“Fat chance.”
He puts the bag down on the table and leans down to give me a kiss. “What's this?” He fingers my drawing.
“A flower.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “I know that, smartass.”
“I thought maybe you’d tattoo it on my shoulder.”
“I could be persuaded.” He flashes his teeth at me.
I go to unzip his pants, but he stops me. “That can wait. Let’s get you that ink.”
“Okay.” I nearly squeal when he opens up the bag he brought in with him and brings out his tattoo gun.
It doesn't take him long to copy my design and start outlining the blossom of my lotus flower. We both agree with the location of the stencil. I am so excited but seeing that damn needle is making me antsy.
He’s being really sweet about the whole thing, making sure I am completely okay and asking if I need a break.
Charlie keeps asking me stuff to distract me from the pain of the needle.
“What made you decide on this?” He questions over the buzzing of the gun.
“A lotus flower grows in muddy water. It rises up from that darkness to be so beautiful.”
He smiles. “I like that.”
The tattoo takes a few hours by the time he is finished shading it in gray and pink. He goes over the basic stuff about keeping it clean and n
ot getting it wet yet.
He gets me bandaged up and I want nothing more than to take him to bed for the night to show him my appreciation for my beautiful ink.
“What’s that good smell?”
“I made tacos.”
He moves to the kitchen and I follow to serve him a plate. He has done so much to take care of me, it is the least I can do to repay him. Besides, I want to.
He yanks on one of my braids as he stands behind me while I build his tacos. “A man could get used to this. Coming home to dinner ready prepared by a sexy woman.”
“I cut it.” I grin over my shoulder at him.
His hands roam the curves of my ass.
“I see that.”
“Uh huh,” I tell him as I turn around to hand him his plate.
He takes a seat at the table and digs in while I work to put the leftovers away.
When I am done he is working on his fourth taco.
I grin as he wipes at his mouth. Taco sauce is dripping down to his shirt.
“Think I may need to get you a bib.”
He laughs.
“Want to get out of here. Take a ride on the back of my bike?”
“God yes!”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Go get dressed. You need to wear the sneakers I got you.”
I nod eagerly and take off running.
Chapter Twenty-two
—Boogeyman—
Shelly has her arms wrapped around me and it feels so damn right having her on the back of my bike. She is a natural rider. Didn’t have to tell her how to get on or how to sit or where to put her feet. Just had to tell her not to lean when I turn.
I can’t shake this uneasy feeling though.
Deep in my gut I know somehow, I will fuck this up.
I’m going to lose her.
I don't deserve her.
I’m not worthy of anyone’s love, especially not hers.
But I want it anyways.
I take and I take until there is nothing left to give.
That's what my old man always said.
Said I was a fucking leech bleeding him and Kristen dry. I keep hearing his damn voice drilling in my head. Him telling me how lousy and pathetic I am. What a monster I am. How I’m cut from his cloth. What a bastard I am. How unworthy I am of her love.
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