Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Glancing over her shoulder, she shook her head. “I was just trying to get on with my life. I didn’t know if Jeff was going to come back for me, or if I’d done my time. They kept me alive, which has always been a question for me. I’d have been better off dead.” She shrugged. “I didn’t exactly plan anything in my life. I’ve just dealt with everything that has come my way. I’m still alive, so I always figured something else was going to happen.”
She loved his touch.
The pleasure from the brush of his fingers was making it hard for her to focus. “What about you?”
“I was going to kill you because I truly believed you were part of it. Now, I should take you back home and let you live in peace.”
“Peace? You think going home now will help me find peace? I need this, Gash. I need to put an end to this.” She would beg if she had to. “What happened between us is over, I get that—”
“Is it?”
“What?” She frowned, confused.
“Over, between us.”
She paused. What the hell was she supposed to say? After everything that had happened to her, she’d never once blamed Gash. Sure, she’d been pissed at him for not remembering their time together, but she had taken advantage of him, so she shouldn’t expect anything, and everything with Jeff had been on him, not on Gash. She’d always blamed Jeff, and that fucking bitch Rebecca. From the moment she saw her, Charlotte should have listened to her gut, and kept her away from her. She had ignored her gut feeling, and allowed Rebecca inside.
“I don’t know what you want me to say?”
He cupped her cheek and pressed her against the doorframe. His large body surrounded her, stopping her from moving. Staring into his dark eyes, she couldn’t help but bite her own lip. There were times she still fantasized about what those lips felt like on her body. It had been so long since she’d felt him. Seven long years of remembering.
“You kept me sane. My memory of you, and our time together. I may not have remembered it was you, Char, but I knew I was with someone, and I wanted that feeling again.”
“I’m not some toy for you to play with.”
“I know. I’m not hoping to take you out to play with you every now and then. I’ve found you again, and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”
This was not what she had expected. “There’s a lot of history—”
“We can’t change the history that is between us, but we can rewrite our future. Don’t shut me out. Give me a chance to prove to you that I wouldn’t have just walked away from you. That night seven years ago, Char, you took a part of me with you, and I’ve never had it back.”
Gash shocked her even further as he took a kiss. It was a tender kiss, his lips pressing against hers.
“I’ll take these into the dining room.”
He brushed past her, and Charlotte grabbed onto either side of the wall of the door frame. Her pussy was soaking wet like it always was with Gash. Her body craved his touch like her lungs craved air. This was a fight that she could never win no matter how much she tried.
“Wow, that looked kind of hot,” Lacey said.
Opening her eyes, she found Lacey in the doorway, arms folded and smiling.
“You heard?”
“Yep, I think you guys should give it a chance. You both were torn apart from one another, and that just completely sucks.” Lacey sighed. “We’re all in the dining room.”
Nodding, she followed Lacey to the main rom. Whizz, Gash, and Sally were already there, waiting for them. Taking a seat, she accepted the bowl that Whizz handed her. The chicken stew looked tasty, and her stomach growled.
She sat beside Sally, who was handing out the bread rolls.
“It has been a long time since we had a good, home cooked meal.”
“Angel did the last one. She sent home some soups and lasagna,” Sally said.
“Okay, okay, I get it, all right? I’m trying, and Angel is even trying to teach me how to cook. Nothing is working.” Lacey glared at each of them.
“I can cook,” Sally said. “How about I give it a try for the next week, see what you think?”
Whizz tilted his head to the side. “You can cook?”
“Yeah,” Sally said.
“I’m game if you are,” Whizz said, turning to Lacey.
“We’re supposed to be looking after her.” Lacey sighed.
“I can’t stand anymore takeout food, and we can’t expect other women at the club to cook for us.”
Charlotte glanced across the table to see Gash laughing. “You were totally unlucky in picking one of the few women at the club that can’t cook.”
“I wasn’t originally part of The Skulls,” Lacey said, glaring at him.