Page 12 of Gash

It took several hours to get to FortWills, and they made a couple of stops for eating, and toiletbreaks.Gash loved having Charlotte on the back of his bike.Hemade her wear a helmet, and she clenched him tightly as they rode.Part of him was tempted to make the trip last longer just to haveher wrapped around him a bit more, but he didn’t do it.Pullinginto The Skulls clubhouse, he saw several brothers repairing theirbikes, and a couple of the club whores having a smoke.

Pulling up next to Steven, hewaited for Charlotte to climb offhis bike, and when she was about to fallinto a heap, Steven kept her upright.

“It’s all right, baby,” Stevensaid.

Climbing off his bike, he was about tomove Steven out of the way when the brother took Charlotte’s helmetoff for her.In the process, her hair was pulled out, and Gashcouldn’t look away as she ran fingers through it.The brown of herhair, and the strands fanning out, triggered a memory.Heremembered that hair sliding down his body before she took his cockinto her mouth.

Shaking away the dream, he took holdof her hand, locking their fingers together.Again, he didn’t knowwhy he needed to hold her, only that he had to.

“So, who are you?”Stevenasked.

“I’m Charlotte.”

“Well, Charlotte, I’mSteven, and I’m the guy you need if you want me to rock yourworld.”

“Her world is already rocking.Back off,” Gash said.

“You got dibs.”

“She’s mine.”

“Whatever, man, it’s yourcall.I’ll go back to my bike.Weather says it’s about to snow orsome shit, and I don’t want my baby in trouble.”

Rolling his eyes, Gash made his waytoward the clubhouse.

“He seemednice.”

“He’s not.”

“I’m not yourgirl.”

“You’re not a club whore,Charlotte.Until further notice, you’re mine.”

They entered the clubhouse, and he wasn’tsurprised to see kids running around the clubhouse.There was atime when this place was for men only.Now, it was just a familyclubhouse, or at least, during the day it was.He spotted Blaineand Emily in the corner, talking.Their daughter would be in schoolalong with Miles, Tabitha, Rachel, Anthony, and Sally.Sally wasWhizz and Lacey’s adoptive daughter who was fifteen yearsold.

Angel came out of the kitchen withMarkus walking behind her.Markus was Kelsey and Killer’sson.

“You’re back,” she said,the moment she spotted him.

She gave him a big hug, and he releasedCharlotte long enough to hug her back.Angel was exactly as hername suggested, an Angel.There was a time when he first got out ofprison when he believed Angel was trying to break her wedding vowsand fuck him.He’d been wrong, dead wrong.She wanted to be hisfriend, and that was all.Her love for Lash was strong, and shewould never cheat.

“Angel, I’d like tointroduce you to Charlotte.”

“Hey, Charlotte, it’slovely to meet you,” Angel said, drawing the woman at his side intoa hug.Angel just couldn’t help it.She saw the good in everyone,and at times it worried him that she was going to end up dead forit.

“Angel?Is that like a clubname or something?”Charlotte asked.

Gash glared at her, but Angel laughed itoff.

“You would think so, right?Nah,it’s my real name, and I’m not joking around.”

Charlotte was red.“I’m so sorry.Idon’t really know much about the whole MC thing.”

“And yet you’re friendswith Gash.”

“I wouldn’t call usfriends.”

Angel smiled.“You’re the first personthat I know who he’s invited here.That would make you hisfriend.”

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