Chained: A Bad Boy Romance (13 page)

“Touch me,” she hissed into my ear. Her hands dug into my back and pulled me down onto her newly exposed breasts. I didn't wait, I had no patience to draw this out.

My tongue twisted around her nipples, dancing up and down until they were shining. She gave a long moan, head falling back. I felt her skin warm with every lick. Her nipples hardened inside my mouth as I gently bit down.

This is what I've wanted.
My hands ran down her sides, over her hips, and firmly gripped the creases between her thighs and ass. “Have you been waiting for me? Is this what your dreams have been filled with?” My tongue ran over my lips while my finger tips slid across the edge of her pants.

Charlie dug her hands into my hair. Firmly she tugged as her head shook yes, biting down on her lower lip.

I can't wait to fill my mouth with her sweetness.

The jeans she wore slid off easily. A pair of blue lace panties was all that kept my face from tasting her pussy. I pushed my face against them, felt the soaked fabric on my skin. Her scent made me dizzy, insatiable. Pulling her panties to the side I exposed her glistening, hot lips.

Her eyes boiled with desire. Grinning up at her, I nuzzled the inside of her leg. “You smell amazing.” Lightly, I slid the tip of my tongue up her warm pink center. I felt her body tremble when I stroked her swollen clit. Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head, her hands dug into my hair and pulled.

“Mmm, yeah.” Charlie's voice cut through the silence, traveling through me, setting my pulse on overdrive. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

She tastes incredible,
I thought as I buried my tongue deeper inside. I pulled my cock out and stroked it. Her eyes fell, watching me. God, I loved having her looking while I jerked off; it made me grow even more.

“I've never tasted a pussy that was this delicious,” I said. My teeth grazed along her skin, causing Charlie to twitch—then shove her hips against my mouth eagerly.

Juice flowed down over my chin from her soaked pussy. My tongue spun faster, rapidly I ran it up and down over her clit. Her angelic moans rang off the metal surrounding us.

Abruptly, Goosebumps emerged over her skin.
She's about to cum. Look at her move and squirm. Her legs are shaking.

“Fuck, Owen! I'm so close, fuck, I...!” Our eyes locked and her body tightened as she screamed when the orgasm hit. Tremors rippled down her calves, sweat collecting in the dip between her breasts. Then she licked her lips, and I was finished.

I couldn't hold back, I'd done enough of that.

Standing tall, I pumped my painfully-stiff cock a few times. It didn't take much, the tingles spreading through my belly until I saw colors behind my closed eyes. “Get ready,” I panted. Hunching forward, my pearly cum splashed over her stomach.

Jesus... that was something else.
Dazed, I lifted my chin to watch Charlie. Her hand lifted to brush the hair back from my face. The beauty of her eyes filled me, and all I could do was smile.

It seemed like ages before either of us spoke. “Here,” I said with a chuckle, lifting the rag from my back pocket and extending it to her. “I know it's not ideal, but it's all I have for clean up.”

Her lips twisted, but there was no joy in them. “Owen. What are we doing?” She wiped away my remnants from her skin.

“Well, I just got to know you better,” I said, winking in her direction.

Carefully, she pushed me away. I almost didn't let her; the sensation of her palm, even through my shirt, had my cock flexing again. Climbing off the table, she tugged her pants upwards. For a moment, I had a view of her perfectly shaped ass.

“You know what I mean,” she said flatly. “Seriously, we can't do this.”

“Why can't we? Who's here to stop us?”

“Owen...”

“Shh, Charlie.” I buttoned my jeans, adjusting my stiff prick into the most comfortable position I could manage. “There's something about you that I like. Something I can't explain, but I'm willing to spend some time with you to figure it out.” Smirking, I smoothed my hair back. “I know I'm not exactly dating material.” My eyes directed her towards the dirty, mechanic hands I held up. “But, let me take you out some time.”

“I don't know, Owen. I was your therapist.
Everything
we've done has been wrong.” She ran her hand through her hair, then brought her thumb to her mouth to bite the nail. “That day in the prison—it shouldn't have happened.”

Something cold dug into my gut.
She thinks that shouldn't have happened?
I considered Charlie, judging her nervous energy.
No. She doesn't really think that.
“If it was a mistake, why repeat it?” I asked.

Charlie locked up, staring at me with guilt plain across her face.

When she said no more, I pushed on. “Look, you're
not
my therapist anymore, so just think about it.” The wickedness in my smile was obvious. “Besides, you're going to have to come back and get your car. Seeing me a second time is inevitable.”

She rocked on her heels, digesting my comment. “I don't know.”

Without giving her a chance to react, I grabbed her hips and pulled her in close. “You do know. We both know you want to see me again, Charlie.”

A low, hot breath passed across her plump lips. Even after we'd fooled around, the tension between us hadn't vanished. With nothing holding us apart, Charlie rolled her body closer to mine. Her need was constant, and it had mine burning like wildfire.

Watching me from under hooded eyelids, she mumbled, “I guess I could think about it.” Her thick lashes made her sideways glance look suspicious. “I have a lot of shit going on right now, and... well... never mind.”

It looked like she wanted to say something else, but she didn't.

Ignoring the flicker of confusion that rose in me, I grinned. “That's all I ask. So, you need a ride home? I could possibly—”

“Call me a taxi? Yes.” She smiled a little and laughed.

With some reluctance, I released her hips. I longed to dig my fingers into her sweet ass a second time, but not now. Something was off with Charlie, and I wanted to let things end on a high note. Pushing her wouldn't be helpful. “Alright, hang tight a moment.”

In the main office of the garage, I found the old land-line phone. The taxi company said they'd take twenty minutes to get here. That was definitely not long enough for me; I didn't want her to leave.

Deciding to take advantage of the wait, I sat with Charlie on the bench and chatted. It was small stuff, just keeping the air calm as I got to know more about the woman who'd plagued my dreams.

She told me about how she was let go from the prison and that after a botched interview a town over, her car shit the bed. So, needless to say, things had not been going her way.

The horn blared as the taxi approached. “Alright, there's my ride,” Charlie said. She looked just as disappointed as me. “You'll call when you know what's wrong with my car?”

“Yeah. That's usually how this works.”

I won't let her walk out that door forever. I lost her once and I'm not about to loose her again.

Awkwardly she stood in the door, unsure if she should lean in for a hug. I didn't bat an eye, I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and pulled her in close. Before she could object I pushed my lips onto hers.

Charlie didn't resist. But how could she?

It had been a short time since we'd met, and even shorter since we'd reunited. Yet, the reality was this: Charlie was mine. I'd taken her, and I planned to extend my claim with each second she was by my side.

Charlie was mine. And I suppose, in a way...

I was hers.

Charlie

T
he ride to pick up my fixed car seemed long and endless.

It had only been a few days since I'd dropped it off at the garage. Days since I'd done the impossible.

I'd found Owen.

My nerves intensified the closer I came to seeing him again.
I can't believe this, of all the places in the world, he was right there.

And I let myself get drawn back in!

The large, dirty sign that hung at the entrance to the auto shop came into view. 

Alright, you can do this. Go in there, tell him “No.”
I couldn't date him! I just couldn't.

This baby was going to need stability and structure. Owen was a former convict, a man with a questionable future created from his own bad choices.

Not as if I've made the best choices, either.

I exhaled loudly. My hands ran over my thighs so quickly my jeans became hot from the friction. The driver of the taxi looked back at me in his rear view mirror, his stare expressionless.

I gave him an awkward smirk.
He's probably thinking you're nuts. Calm down.

It was a challenge to do that. Hell, it was impossible. How would Owen react to me telling him that, in spite of what we'd done, I couldn't date him? Anger? Maybe, disbelief?

As I got out of the car my feet hit the ground like blocks of cement. The heart in my chest pounded like a bass drum, the deep sound radiating through my bones.

I still can't understand how quickly I gave in last time.

Why did I do that?

The moment I'd realized it was him, I'd told myself to keep distant. But I couldn't. The strength to stand firm crumbled under his hands. His voice swept through my body with such force I couldn't resist him.

He was too magnetic.
Just the thought of his hard torso, the curved, thick shape of his cock... it had me sweating.

The sound of an air gun buzzed from within the building, freeing my rambling mind. At the doorway I poked my head inside, not seeing a soul around.
Where did the noise come from?

“Why, Hello there.” The deep, baritone voice floated over my shoulders.

Startled by Owen, I jumped slightly. “Hey! I, uh, didn't expect you there.” The corner of my lips fidgeted.
Settle down, deep breaths. He doesn't need to see you this stressed, he'll know you're hiding something.

He stepped out from behind an old seventies conversion van.  His face was spotted with streaks of grease, sweat dripped slowly over his temples. The material of his shirt stretched over his chest, every single muscle along his stomach shifting visibly.

Owen was a living Greek god.

Wow,
had been the only thought in my mind. My gaze followed his broad shoulders to the partially unbuttoned shirt, some of his dark ink exposed. Images of a few nights prior rocked into my mind.

He's mesmerizing in so many ways. I adore the way he looks at me. His strong, yet gentle touch. I can't explain the hold he has over me.

“I'm pretty sure I mentioned last time that I worked here.” He laughed as he wiped the black smears from his knuckles.

My giggle was frantic. “Yes, I suppose you did.” Hating how I was acting, I looked around the room, eager to change the subject. “Anyway, what was wrong with my car?”

“It was nothing. Your alternator had froze, a little W-D forty did the trick.” His hand came up in a spraying motion. “Simple, no surprises.”

No surprises. Unlike me.

Since I'd found out, I'd wanted so badly to tell Owen what was making me so edgy.

I was carrying his child. But how did I give him that news?

The uncertainty of whether he would embrace happiness or show fear and resentment kept the words from forming on my tongue. The secret I held pressed on me constantly, crushing me into the floor so I couldn't find the strength to tell him the truth.

Not even now.

I was a coward.

Coughing into my fist, I nodded. “Alright, that's good news then. How much do I owe you?” My eyes glanced over towards the table we had used during our last encounter.

Owen followed in suit, a slow smile spread across his face. “A date. All you owe me is that.”

From the backroom across the shop, a voice rang out. “Owen! Are you harassing our customer?” A round, red faced man poked out from behind the open door.

“No, Bill.” Owen drew his hand over his hair and smiled in my direction, as if to say, “Here we go.”

“Well, stop jerking around and let her be on her way. I'm sure she has better things to do than shoot the shit with you. Not to mention the job
you
still need to finish.” His face disappeared as quickly as it entered.

Owen sighed, rubbing the side of his neck. “That's my boss. He gets a little antsy over the work here.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I couldn't help but grin. Seeing Owen get barked at by a man who wasn't in law enforcement was surreal.

“Before he gets on my ass again, how about that date?” His forehead crinkled up with the question.

As much as I want to say yes, a piece of me is screaming no.
“Owen, I don't think that's a good idea.” I shoved my hands into my pockets and stared at the floor.

“Come on, it's not like I'm asking for a lot. And I do believe you just had free work done to your car. So, you sort of owe me,” he said.

I stood silent for a moment. I had convinced myself to not take this date, the many reasons to say no ran through my skull.  He was a man who had been lost and unstable most of his life.
How would I ever tell my child that his father is a killer, a murderer?

Desperately I wanted my therapist mentality to take over, to talk me out of making a bad decision.

That voice never came. It fell quiet to the raging feelings that consumed me entirely.

This could be my chance to tell him. The way he makes me feel inside is electric. No one has ever done that to me.

That has mean to something.

“Alright. One date.” A sternness fell across my face. “But that's all I'm promising you. One date.”

“I knew you'd say yes,” he said with a tilted smirk.

“Don't flatter yourself too much. Maybe it's out of pity.” He made it easy to play along, so I dove in, burying my unease in the flirting.

He looked up towards the ceiling and chuckled. “Yeah, I doubt that.” His hand reached out and brushed my wrist, sliding the car key into my palm.