21. Quentin

21

QUENTIN

Two weeks later…

L ate morning light steams through the window of the hotel as my eyes flicker open. A warm body presses against me, our limbs tangled in the sheets. The clock by the bed says it’s almost zero-nine-hundred hours. I can’t remember the last time I slept this late. Maybe it’s because there wasn’t a lot of sleeping happening last night.

We’ve spent the last few weeks exploring the seaside towns along the east coast, starting from North Carolina all the way to Miami. Sometimes stopping for two nights in a place we like, sometimes riding all day.

I have no idea where we’ll end up or what we’ll do when we get there. Charlie has taught me to live in the moment and not to think of the future. At some point we’ll need to. But not yet.

I roll over and sling my arm over Charlie, and she stirs under me.

“Morning.”

She grunts and rolls over, and I tuck myself into her body. She’s warm and sleepy, and I catch the scent of her shampoo as I nuzzle into her neck. Even though I only intended to snuggle, my dick lengthens.

She senses it and pushes her hips back and into me.

“Someone’s up and awake,” she murmurs, grinding into my hardness.

I stroke her arm and plant kisses on her delicate skin. She tastes of sleepiness and sweat from our actions last night.

I slide my hand over her stomach and upwards to find her breasts. My hand cups the soft flesh, and she gasps as I flick a nipple.

“Are the girls awake yet?”

“They are now.” Her voice is croaky and sexy in the morning, and it makes me want her even more.

I nibble behind her ear in the spot I’ve learned drives her nuts. She shudders against me and her body moves, pushing into me.

I pull the sheets out from where they’re tangled around our legs. We’re both naked, and I hook my leg over hers and slide forward. My cock nestles into the crevice between her butt cheeks, and the tip slips between her folds.

I groan at the heat and slickness it finds there. She’s already wet for me.

Charlie reaches a hand between her legs, and she guides me into position. I nudge inside and her back arches. She tucks her legs up and pushes her hips back, helping me go deeper.

My fingers strum her nipples and I plant kisses on her neck, her back, every part of her I can reach. My two weeks growth scratches at her skin, but she tells me she likes it. The rough with the smooth.

Her hand stays between her legs, and she strokes herself as I thrust.

I take it slow, covering Charlie with kisses and working her into a frenzy until she comes undone.

When her climax subsides, I roll her over and climb on top. Her hair sticks up in pink spikes, and she’s wearing no makeup. She hasn’t worn any makeup since the day we rode off together. And I like it. I like seeing her like this, completely naked and sprawled on the bed. She’s a vision.

“You’re beautiful, Charlotte.”

She smiles a sexy, lazy smile. “So are you.”

I rise up above her and thrust deep inside. Her back arches as she takes me all in. I’ll never get tired of this sight. Of Charlie before me, vulnerable and trusting.

Once inside I lean forward, wanting to be near her. Her breath grazes my lips, and our eyes lock.

“I love you.”

Her eyes light up at the words and I thrust deep, my gaze never leaving hers.

‘’I love you too.”

Our bodies move together in sync. We breathe together, and our hearts beat in tune.

When the pressure starts to build, I pull her hips upward, sending me deeper inside and providing more friction.

“Quentin…” She pants my name, and I can tell she’s close.

“Come for me.” At my words she falls apart, and I fall with her. My orgasm detonates through my body and into her, and I wonder if my aim will be true. If this is the time I’ll plant a baby in her belly.

We lie together afterwards with her head on my chest and my arm around her. My fingertips idly stroke her hip.

“What do you want to do today?”

She gives me a cheeky smile, and her hand strays between my legs. “I can think of something.”

It’s another two hours before we’re dressed and ready to leave the motel to look for lunch. We’re about to head out when there’s a knock on the motel door.

I pull it open and come face to face with Raiden.

I stiffen and step in front of the door, blocking him from entry. If he’s come here to take Charlie back, then he’ll have to get past me.

“What are you doing here?”

He looks grim, and there are dark lines under his eyes. His gaze darts past me, and there’s relief when he sees Charlie.

Raiden holds his hands up and takes a step back. “I’m not here to cause trouble. Can I come in?”

Charlie comes up behind me and slides her arm around my waist.

“Only if you behave.”

Raiden nods and I step back from the door, eyeing him warily.

There’s a small table opposite the bed with two chairs, and he takes a seat. I remain standing, and Charlie perches on the end of the bed.

“How did you find us?” I ask.

He looks at Charlie. “Don’t be mad. Davis told me.”

Charlie scowls. “Snitch,” she mutters. The genial bartender was worried about her, and she’s been staying in touch and letting him know we were okay.

“It’s not his fault,” Raiden says. “I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.”

“What do you want?” I get to the point. “I’m not giving up Charlie, so you’re wasting your breath if that’s what you came for.”

He huffs. “I know. You proved yourself there.”

He makes a fist and taps the table with it. “It’s a hard thing to give your little girl up to another man. I reacted badly, and I’m sorry.”

I uncross my arms. It takes a strong man to admit when he’s wrong, and I respect Raiden for that.

“I accept your apology, but it doesn’t change anything. We’re together now, and you need to get used to it.”

He drums his fist on the table, and his gaze goes to Charlie. “Is he treating you right? Is he looking after you?”

“You men.” She shakes her head and her eyes turn heavenward. “I can look after myself. We love each other. We’re together. Get over it, Dad.”

He smiles at her. “Same old Charlie.”

“But yes,” she mutters. “He’s treating me right.”

“Good. Because if I ever hear otherwise, I’ll set my wife’s family on you.” It’s not an idle threat. Isabella’s the daughter of a mafia boss.

“That won’t happen,” I say.

Raiden lets out a long sigh, and his shoulders sag. He puts his elbow on the table and rests his forehead on his palm.

“I overreacted, and I said some things in the heat of the moment that I didn’t mean.”

I put my hands on my hips, waiting to hear where this is going.

He looks up at me, and he’s no longer the wronged father but the friend I’ve known for the last ten years. The man I served beside, the man with the crazy idea to start a motorcycle club when we both found ourselves out of the institution we’d sworn our lives to.

“Will you come back?”

My chest lightens, and I steal a glance at Charlie. I poured my life into that club. That brewery’s my baby, but I walked away from it for her, and I’d do it again if I have to. If she’d rather stay on the road and leave that all behind, then I will too.

She gives me a little nod, and my heart warms for her. She knows how much it means to me, and she won’t make me choose.

“Only if you promise you’re cool with me and Charlotte.”

Raiden nods. “I promise.”

Charlie stands and takes my hand. “Even if we decide to have a baby together.”

Raiden runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus, are you…”

“No.” She laughs. “But you have to be prepared Dad, because this is serious.”

I put my arm around my girl and pull her to my side.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m okay with it. Just please come back. The place is falling apart without you, and the guys are giving me death stares and calling me a hypocrite behind my back.”

I chuckle and he laughs, and the last of the tension falls out of the room.

“I’ll come back,” I tell him. “But we’re going to finish our road trip first.”

“You’d better hurry, ‘cause Kendra was having labor pains this morning.”

“What?” The thought of my little sister having her baby without me has me reaching for my jacket.

“Relax,” says Raiden. “They were the false ones. But I don’t think that baby’s going to go to full term.”

“You ready to head back?” I ask Charlie.

She smiles up at me, and my heart warms. “You know me. I’ll go wherever life takes me.”