Page 54 of Rise In Arms

She’s driving me out of my goddamn mind. I have to have her, no, need to have her. I’m through with playing these games, I’m making Charity mine tonight, and I don’t care if she’s not ready. I want her—her and the baby she’s carrying, even if Reynolds is the father.

The way she felt under my hand—hot and moist and trembling with need—I knew she was lying to me, and her body proved that. Now I’m not holding back, I’m making her mine once and for all. I’m on fire, I need her like I need air to breathe, and the rain is doing nothing to simmer the flames I’m feeling within. I take her hand and continue to lead her toward my room.

Opening the door to the clubhouse, I spot Hazel, who’s just hung up on a call by the look of it. Worry is etched on her face as she looks over at us. Not wanting to deal with all the questions right now, I shake my head at her, hoping as hell she knows the meaning behind it. She smiles and nods, then turns to talk to Jasmine who’s beside her. Jasmine…. Was it just last week I kissed her, and hated myself for loving her? It seems so long ago. As beautiful and perfect as she is, I know now what it means to fall for someone. Love? Yeah, I’m not sure what love is, never known it, but all I know is that when Charity’s around, she has me feeling all kinds of awesome shit, and that’s something I’m willing to work hard at keeping. And if Blake comes after her? Well, there’s no way I’m giving her up. I don’t give a shit if it’s his baby she’s carrying.

“Brother, we need you at church.”

Not believing my fucking luck right now, I groan and stop walking. Charity is shivering and pressed up against my back, and I turn to face her, reaching up to move a stray piece of hair back behind her ear. “Go to my room and warm up, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She looks at me then Hawke, then back at me. “Okay, sure. I’ll see you soon, I guess…?”

I nod and give her a smile and a wink. I watch her turn and leave, and don’t miss Gunner’s eyes following her as she heads out of the main room. He looks over at me when she’s out of sight, likely not realizing I’ve been watching him all along. I give him a look that says, “I’ll fuck you up if you touch her.” He just smirks and takes a swig of his beer.

I look at Hawke. “Hawke, brother, now is not the time. I’ve got… shit to do.”

Hawke taps my shoulder. “Looks like your cock’s gonna have to wait to get wet. Prez got some intel on Blake and wants us in church.”

“Fuck!” I grunt, and run my hands through my hair, frustrated.

“Come on, lover boy,” Hawke says, chuckling, “she’ll be there when you’re out.”

I sigh. “Just tell Prez I’ll be there in a sec. I just wanna… wanna let her know I’ll be right back.”

“Fuck, man, you’re really are a goner.”

I smile at Hawke. “Yeah, I think I am,” I admit.

Turning to walk to my room, I tell myself mentally that I’ll have her soon enough. I just need my cock to believe it.

I open the door to my room, finding Charity’s wet clothes on the floor, a trail of them leading to the bathroom. Jesus, the woman is killing me. Following the path, I inch the bathroom door open, and what I see has my mouth suddenly drying out and blood rushing rapidly to my cock. I hold on to the doorframe for support as I watch Charity, naked and soaping her luscious curves with my body wash. I go to speak but can’t get my words out; I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. But I don’t need to say anything, because when she turns to rinse her hair, she catches me watching, my eyes greedy for every single inch of her.

She smirks. “Well, don’t just stand there, are you going to join me?”

I moan inwardly, wanting to throw my clothes to the floor and take her up against the shower wall. Her soft skin glistens with soap and water, and my hands itch have her long hair wrapped around them, holding her firmly as I worship her body with my mouth. My gaze moves lower, to her well-maintained pussy—she’s mostly bare, with just a little strip of hair, just the way I like it. My mouth waters to get a taste, but just when I’m about to say fuck it and join her, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I look away reluctantly and grab it out of my pocket; it’s Prez. Get the fuck to church, is all it says.

I stare at the screen, pleading with it for the message to disappear, but it doesn’t. Shitty as hell, I look up at Charity, who from the look of disappointment on her face knows I need to leave. I walk further into the bathroom and open the shower door. Steam instantly hits me, and she steps closer, her face wet, droplets of water resting on her lips. I grab behind her neck with my hand and smash her lips to mine, savoring her taste. I pull back before I’m tempted to step into the shower in my clothes and shit, and rest my forehead against hers. “I gotta go… but fuck, I don’t want to leave you,” I groan out, my voice hoarse.

“Then stay,” she teases softly, her hands holding my face.

“I want to, God knows I want to, but I’ll make it up to you tonight,” I promise, determined to make her mine.

She nods her head. “Tonight it is.”

I peck her lips before I step back and close the shower door. Fuck, I’m gonna have blue balls with the way I’m going.

I walk out of the bathroom with some level of discomfort, still facing her, not believing that this gorgeous creature is in my shower. Then reluctantly I turn around and walk away.

“Trigger, good of you to join us,” Quill states as I enter church.

“Sorry, Prez, just had something to take care of.”

“Yeah, yeah, sit the fuck down, this concerns you.”

I take my seat next to Bear, Gunner sitting opposite and smirking at me. Yeah, fucker, smirk all you want, I’m the one with her naked in my shower. I smile back at him and bring my fingers up to my nostrils; I can still smell her scent on me.

Prez slams the gavel down, gaining our attention. “We have some news about Blake Reynolds.” The mention of Blake’s name has me twisting in my seat to face Prez. “Tracker, wanna tell the boys what you found out?”

Tracker nods, his red bandana in place as usual. He looks at me then at the other brothers. “Blake’s in town, he has some friends with him.”

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