Page 7 of Gash

She walked back into her bedroom, andcame to a stop when she saw Gash already in her bed.

“What the hell are you doinghere?”she asked.He could have taken the floor in the sittingroom, or the small couch.She didn’t want him in her room, not now,not ever.Itbrought back too many memories, and tonight she was reallystruggling to keep all of those memories locked uptight.

“Getting comfy.”Hesnuggled into her bed, which pissed her off.

“Get out.”

“No.”

“This is my bed, and you’renot going to take my bed from me.”

“I’m not taking it fromyou, babe.Far from it.”He patted the bed.“Join me.”

“No, get out.”She moved towardher dresser and started to brush her hair.“This is my room.You’rethe one attacking me, coming into my apartment, and you weren’teven invited.Get out.”She placed her brush back down on thedresser, and stared at him.“Well?”

“I’m not moving,” he said.“You may as wellget in.”

Gritting her teeth, she folded herarms, and glared some more.“Why are you being a pain in theass?”

“Because it’s awesome to beso.”

“Whatever.You’re not goingto move?”

“Nope, and I’m going tostay right here, and this bed is damn comfy.”He wriggled a little,sighing as he did.

Asshole.

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Gash wasn’t going to move, buthe liked it when Charlotte did.Her tits, without the bra constraining them,bounced, and her nipples were rock hard pebbles, pressing againstthe front of her shirt.He wanted to see her without that shirt, tofeel her body next to his, and to fill his hands with her full,rounded tits.

Desire hit him hard, and hiscock thickened.Moving on the bed, he did his best to hide theevidence of his arousal so he didn’t frighten her.Charlotte alwaysseemed like a little mouse to him, ready to scurry away.At least that hadn’tchanged about her.

“Fine!I’m not going togive up my bed.”She stomped to her side of the bed, and withdrewthe cover.Charlotte pushed it back enough for her to see his nakedthighs.“You’re naked.What the hell are you doing in my bednaked?”

“I don’t wear clothes tobed.”He hadn’t worn clothes to bed since getting out of prison.For five years he was forced to wear the colors of the prison hewas in.He’d made a vow that he would never, ever wear shit likethat again.“Don’t worry, babe, I won’t bite.”

“Put some clotheson.”

“No.It’s not going tohappen.”

She released that growl again and climbedinto bed.Gash watched as she gave him her back, then moved,thumping her pillow.

“You know, some peoplebelieve that the whole tossing and turning could be down to sexualfrustration.”

“Shut up.”

“I could relieve you if youwant me to.”He wanted to.Damn, he wanted to touch, to taste, andto fuck her so bad.

“Gash, you may be strongerthan me, and be here intent on revenge on two people I despise, butif you lay a finger on me, I will kill you.”

He laughed.Her threat was so cute,and he told her so.

Again, another growl, and morethumping.Heloved hearing that little growl.It made his cock harder thanfucking rock.

Gash rolled over and stared at herback.Her wet hair trailed down her back, and he reached out tostroke her hair.

“Do you have a deathwish?”

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