Page 59 of Rise In Arms

“Aren’t they the exact words you said to me?”

“Touchè.” I smile at Charity, really liking this playful side of her. “Okay, so how did you meet?”

She nibbles on her sandwich some more then crosses her legs as she looks out at the river. “I saw him fight one night.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You went to a fight club?”

She snaps her head toward me, ripping her gaze away from the couple canoeing across the lake. “Yes, why?” She looks offended at my question.

“I don’t know, I just wouldn’t have thought you’d be the type.”

“Well if your sister is, then so am I.”

“What the fuck!” I growl, unable to believe the bombshell she just dropped on me. “Hazel went too? What the fuck is she thinking, going into a place like that? I’m gonna—”

“Calm down,” she says, giggling. Giggling!

“What’s so funny.” I really can’t see anything funny about my sister putting herself in fucking danger like that. Those places are not suited to someone like her, at all.

“Oh, Kane, you’re so protective of her, let her breathe a little.”

I sigh and rub the back of my neck. “I just need her to look after herself. It killed me leaving her back home and coming out here to New York to be part of the club, but she wanted this degree, so I let her lead the life she wanted.”

Charity gets up onto her knees and crawls over to me, then sits between my thighs, her back to my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her head, feeling a sense of belonging. “She’s so lucky to have you, Kane.”

“Nah,” I say, shaking my head, “it’s the other way around. She didn’t have it easy as a child, no father, and a junkie of a mother. I did what I could to look after her, but she wouldn’t come and live with me. She loved my mother, even though all my mother wanted her for was to use her.”

“Well”—she looks over her shoulder at me—“she’s a strong and independent woman now, and I know you have something to do with that, so be proud.”

I lean down and kiss her sweet lips, her hand moving up behind my neck, bringing me in closer and holding me captive to her delicious mouth. Our kiss is slow and gentle, but when she slides her tongue along the seam of my lips, something clicks inside of me and I grasp her face in my hands, kissing her deeply.

Moans come out of her mouth, and I feel myself getting hard just from the sound of them as they seemingly travel down my throat. If I could I’d fuck her right here and now, but I don’t need eyes on us when I take her for the first time.

I pull back and look into her beautiful blue eyes, outlined by thick dark lashes. “How are you feeling?”

A small frown appears on her face. “What do you mean, Kane?”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking away, then back at her. “I just… don’t want to hurt the baby, that’s all.”

A wide smile forms on her lips, and she turns in my arms to look directly at me. “Is this the reason why you’re taking your sweet-ass time to make love to me?”

I let out a choked laugh. “Firstly, making love? I don’t make love, babe—I fuck. Secondly, are you seriously complainin’ that I haven’t fucked you yet? I thought I’d take it slow… isn’t that what your kind of girl likes? You know, get to know each other and shit first?”

She laughs out loud and shakes her head, glancing down at the ground. She looks back up then, her fingers moving up to run over my jawline. “Oh Kane, you’re too much. I don’t need all that wining and dining, and yes, the baby is fine. You don’t have to be so gentle with me. And also, yes, I would love to get to know you more, but I feel like I know so much already—remember, I shared a dorm with your sister.”

“So what are you saying exactly?” I ask, my gaze boring into hers.

“I’m saying, you big, muscled idiot, that I want you to fuck me!”

Fuckme! Those words alone on her lips have me nearly coming in my pants. She smiles, knowing the effect she’s having on me, and my mouth suddenly turns dry when she leans into my neck and sneaks her tongue out, licking just under my ear. My cock aches with need and I’m barely hanging on, about ready to unzip my jeans and let her ride it right here and now.

Charity leans forward and puts her lips close to my ear. “You know… if you touched me right here and now, I’d be wet for you,” she whispers, and I close my eyes and swallow around the sudden lump in my throat.

“That’s it, we’re getting the fuck out of here,” I growl, needing her under me and screaming out my name. I jump up onto my feet. “I can’t fight this anymore—you want me, you’ve got me, but know this, Charity: once I’m inside you, you’re mine. You got that?” I look down at her, ready to fucking explode at the need in her eyes that matches my own.

I reach down and pull her to her feet, and she inches closer, whispering in my ear this time, “Take me home so you can make me yours.”

A rumble emerges from my chest, and I can hear Charity laughing as I gather up the rug, not bothering to fold it but instead shoving it over my shoulder. I then grab the empty juice bottle and sandwich wrappers and throw it all in the basket.

With everything sorted, I snatch her hand and basically drag her back to my bike. Fuck what a pussy I am. Here I am trying to take it slow, be easy on her with her carrying a baby and all, and yet, this whole time she’s just wanted me to fuck her—well… make love to her. Make love? I don’t even know what that is, most of the time I’m selfish, just fuckin’ a bitch from behind till I get my release. I don’t even remember the last time I fucked a girl missionary style. They’ve always wanted it rough, and I’m only too happy to oblige.

Stowing the picnic basket on the back of my bike, I quickly place Charity’s helmet over her head, and all the while she’s still laughing. Right now, I don’t care if there’s a tornado and we have to evacuate, nothing–or no one—is stopping me from getting her into my bed.

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