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  Charlotte’s smile faded from her face, slow, like ice melting. It took her a few moments before she spoke, and all the while Ben was stiff with anticipation, afraid of what he’d said wrong. “That’s not—That’s not all I’m here for.”

  “What—the fucking?” Ben supplied. What was tact? Not something Ben needed.

  “Yeah,” Charlotte whispered, her throat still clearly blown out by all the screaming from a minute before. “I’m—yeah.”

  Ben felt fear clutch at his throat, and he swallowed thickly, trying to summon up the courage to say something, anything, to break the tension. But he couldn’t come up with anything. Instead he just grabbed her foot and started rubbing at the ankle. He didn’t know what he was trying to communicate to her, but it seemed to work, because she sighed deeply and heavily, pushing out a ton of air. For a long moment they just stared at each other, Ben rubbing Charlotte’s ankle in slow comforting circles. “I just. I want to see you do well. That’s all I mean,” she finally whispered.

  A thousand retorts suddenly popped up in Ben’s head. Do well at what? Hurting people? Saving them? Running away? Staying put? Doing what he was supposed to be doing? Following the path that was carved out for him thirty years ago? What did ‘doing well’ even mean?

  But he swallowed them back. All of those angry questions were for another time, another day, not when Charlotte was so beautiful, panting and sweating beneath him. Inwardly, he still scolded himself: Apparently all Charlotte had to do was pull psychobabble shit on him during sex, and he would swallow it like holy water. But that was a concern for another day.

  “Do you want me?” Ben whispered, gripping her foot in his hand. Charlotte squealed a little under her breath, apparently ticklish on the soles of her feet.

  “Yes,” Charlotte whispered, crawling on her hands and knees until she could climb up into Ben’s lap and wrap her arms and legs around him. “So much. I want you. Please.”

  Ben clutched at Charlotte’s naked body, running his hands up and down her chest and back. “So fucking hot,” he grunted to himself, bringing her closer.

  Her cunt, still wet from his mouth, lined up with his cock. Charlotte moaned a little and pushed against him. At this point, Ben was feeling pretty fucking impatient. He grabbed onto the back of Charlotte’s ass and moved her in the right spot, lining her up just right so that the tip of his dick sunk inside her.

  He held her there, just barely inside of her, and her arms started shaking around him. Charlotte whined breathlessly into his ear.

  “You want it, baby?” Ben whispered, running his hand up and down her back.

  Charlotte nodded, pressing her chin onto his shoulder and kissing his neck. “Yes.”

  “You fucking desperate for it?”

  She laughed in his ear and hugged him tighter. “Yeah, I’m getting there.”

  “Yeah?” Ben asked, shoving her hips down an inch so that his dick sunk in deeper before immediately pulling her back up. “Let me know when you’re fucking dying for it.”

  “Oh, come on,” Charlotte whined, fisting her fingers into his hair again. “I need it. Please.”

  “Why don’t you beg for it?” Ben said, a wide grin spreading over his face. It almost hurt, using his face muscles that way. He hadn’t done it in so long.

  Charlotte huffed at first, biting down on Ben’s neck in retaliation. But after another silent minute where they just trembled together, sweating, she started to whine under her breath, right into Ben’s ear. “I—please,” she moaned, moving her cunt over his cock in torturously slow circles. “I need it. Please, please, I’m gonna—I gotta have it. Please give me your cock.”

  Ben licked at Charlotte’s neck and shoulders, barely teasing the skin with his teeth and making her sigh deeply and fully, like all of the air was being drawn out of her body by force. He rubbed a calming hand over her back, but then he bit down hard on her collarbone and growled into her ear, “How fucking bad do you want it? Tell me.”

  Charlotte moaned, arching up into his mouth. “So bad. So fucking bad. I need it so bad, baby, please, please, please!”

  He smiled again, softer this time, satisfied with that answer. Ben placed his hands firmly on her hips and pushed down, sinking her onto his cock until he was in all the way to the hilt. He grunted as she shifted in place, moving around until they found the right angle. Ben groaned out at the tightness of her, her pussy wrapping around him so sweetly yet so firmly, just like last time. He could feel himself getting addicted to this, the warm embrace of her body. Charlotte was breathing heavily, like her lungs weren’t working properly, so he raked his nails down her back, trying to get her to relax, but it wasn’t working. Her muscles were still completely tense, wound up like a tight wire. Ben growled a little under his breath in frustration. He wanted Charlotte to completely relax, to completely give in to him. I want her to trust me, some part of his brain whispered, but he ignored it. He wanted her to lose control.

  Ben tightened his grip on her hips and lifted her up, slowly standing up until she got the hint to wrap her legs around his waist. He fell out of her in the process, but that would be corrected soon enough. “Are you—?” Charlotte stuttered uncertainly.

  “Yes,” Ben answered. “I am.” He walked them both over to the wall, shoving Charlotte’s back onto it hard just as he thrust inside of her again.

  Charlotte cried out loudly and dug her nails into his back, scratching her way from his shoulders to just above his ass. Ben stayed still for a moment, pinning her to the wall with his cock. “Is that what you wanted?” he whispered. Sweat was starting to drip down his neck from the effort of holding her up, but there was no way he was letting go.

  Charlotte slowly started jerking her hips back and forth, but their bodies were so close her cunt could only pull a few centimeters off his cock at a time. “I’m so—”

  “Full?” Ben supplied, pulling out all the way before shoving in again, making her moan and clutch onto him more tightly.

  “Yes, god, y-yes,” she whispered breathlessly. Her face was so red, Ben was a little afraid she was going to pass out, but he kept at it, taking his cock all the way out and pushing it back in all at once, over and over again, feeling her get wetter and wetter on his dick. After a minute of this, Charlotte started slipping down the wall, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him tighter, and Ben took a firmer grip on her ass, making her hiss through her teeth in pleasure.

  “You want it faster?” Ben whispered, shaking his head back and forth to flick the sweat off his face.

  “Yesssss,” Charlotte whined, leaning forward to lick at Ben’s shoulder. “I want it. Give it to me. Please.”

  Ben used his free hand to grab Charlotte by the chin. “Ask nicely,” he said in a faux-scolding tone.

  Charlotte laughed but put on a pouting face immediately afterwards. “Please, baby, please. Fuck me faster. I need it, so bad.”

  Ben’s hand drifted down to her neck, squeezing it lightly as he leaned in to kiss her, dipping his tongue into her mouth to taste her. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispered against her lips, pushing his hips faster and faster into hers.

  Their skin slapped together, filling the room with the sound. Ben started panting like a dog; the exertion of holding Charlotte up and fucking into her was getting too much to take, but he wasn’t going to give up. He spread his legs apart wider, giving himself better traction to bounce against her. All of his muscles strained to keep them upright, but it was worth it. He was getting deeper and deeper inside of her. “I’ve never—I’ve never been in someone so fucking tight,” he grunted out, moving his hand from her neck to the wall behind her head for balance.

  “Thank you,” Charlotte moaned in response. Her head knocked back on the wall loudly, but if it hurt, it didn’t show on her face. Her mouth had fallen open, lips so temptingly red and full that Ben had to lean in and kiss her again despite the aches in his own body. “You’re so fucking big. So huge. I feel…I feel so fucking full. Never felt th
is full before,” she whispered.

  They stayed attached like that, fused at the mouth while their hips vibrated at the same frequency, pushing and pulling apart. After a few minutes, her cunt tightened around him, pulsing slowly, then faster as her moans grew louder. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

  “Again, baby? You gonna come again for me?” Ben grunted out, biting at her lips. He brought his hand down to her cunt, playing with her clit until she was practically shrieking.

  “Please, please, I can’t take it, I can’t—” she whined, smacking the wall behind her.

  “Yes, you can. I know you can. You wild woman,” Ben whispered, shoving into her faster and faster while his hand moved quickly over her clit, pushing it up and down.

  Charlotte cried out, her head falling forward on Ben’s shoulder and teeth coming out to bite at his skin as she shook in his arms. “I—ohhhh!” Her cunt exploded around him, pulsing like crazy while her body went completely limp, drained of energy as it all pooled in between her legs.

  Ben growled and pushed forward, beginning to pound her against the wall mercilessly. “Bad little girl,” he grunted out, shoving his hips forward faster than they’d ever gone before in his life. He was so desperate to come, to feel like she was feeling, completely wrapped up in the other’s body. Ben was building up higher and higher, feeling weightless. He wanted to be swallowed up. He wanted her cunt to take him in and never let him go.

  That was the thought that did it, triggering a rush of sensation to the tip of his dick that had him burying himself in as deep as he could go and holding still while come spurted out of his cock like an erupting volcano. “Goddammit, fuck, fuck, fuck me!” he cried out, his eyes screwing shut, letting the sweet warm sensation of peace wash over him. It just wouldn’t stop, his hips involuntarily jerking forward with the momentum of his orgasm.

  Eventually, his hips came to a standstill, but his hands and feet were trembling, and he had to slowly lower them both to the floor, keeping Charlotte secure in his lap.

  They both fell to the side, cradling each other’s bodies. They were a sweaty, disgusting mess, a pile of worn-out limbs that panted for air, inhaling and exhaling deeply like one conjoined creature.

  “That was— That was….” Charlotte trailed off, flopping one limp hand onto his stomach and rubbing in uncoordinated circles. “Fuckin’ amazing.”

  Ben laughed breathlessly and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. Immediately afterwards, he felt his stomach drop in terror, wondering where the fuck that came from. We’re fucking. Just fucking. Save that corny shit for her boyfriend or whoever else she’s doing it with, he thought to himself. But he still couldn’t stop his hand from reaching out and brushing the wet hair out of her eyes so he could get a better look. “Well, thank you,” he finally said in a weak voice, his throat totally worn-out from the screaming he must have done during his orgasm.

  “You’re welcome,” Charlotte said with a smile, but within a few seconds it slipped off her face and was replaced with a frown. She looked worried, like something terrible was about to happen.

  Ben rubbed the side of her cheek, again, without thinking. He’d have to schedule a time to freak out about that later. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing, nothing,” Charlotte said, responding too quickly to be anything other than a lie. “It’s just… No, it’s nothing.”

  “Come on, what is it?” Ben prompted, still keeping his hand on the side of her face. He could feel the pulsing of her heart through her skin.

  “It’s just—I’m not giving up, you know,” Charlotte whispered as she ran a hand over his wrist. “I just want you to know that.”

  Ben pretended not to hear, but he still wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her closer. Somewhere, some little part of him whispered, I don’t want you to give up. Please don’t give up on me. Please.

  Chapter Five

  Okay, last night was just a fluke, Ben swore to himself as he woke up the next morning, rubbing his shoulders. They were still sore from sleeping on the wooden ground of the loft apartment. Charlotte must have snuck out before dawn. She probably had something better to do elsewhere, helping somebody who actually wanted it. I don’t want her here except to fuck, Ben said to himself. I don’t. I don’t. I really don’t.

  He figured if he repeated it enough times it’d become true.

  Ben rushed his way through an ice-cold shower, trying to shake off the fog from the previous night. He felt sluggish and clogged-up, and everything felt like a struggle, even shampooing his hair. This was the way things had been since Danielle… left.

  That was the way Ben referred to her death in his head, like Danielle left of her own will. It wasn’t real. It didn’t happen that way, he knew. She didn’t leave him on purpose, but for some reason Ben couldn’t come up with a better way to think about it.

  He quickly toweled off and pushed his body into some clothes before heading downstairs. He needed to eat, badly. His stomach felt like it was clawing itself apart from the inside. There was a little noise from the bar below, some low voices chattering and muffled music, but then when he got to the bottom of the stairs there was a loud cackling sound. Ben rounded the corner to see Charlotte sitting on the nearest bar stool, a glass of some dark liquid in her hand. Theo, one of the younger recruits to the club, was on the other side of the bar with a wet dishrag.

  “Ben, you didn’t tell me this chick was hilarious,” Theo said, causing Charlotte to swivel in her seat to face him, a small smile on her face.

  “What are you doing here?” Ben said. His voice came out rougher than he’d intended, but he decided to just go with it. Act tough. That’s what big bad bikers are supposed to do, right?

  Charlotte shrugged and waited for him to approach her more closely before answering. “Just doin’ my job,” she said, her face still alight with laughter. She looked beautiful, all aglow like that, like she did right after they finished fucking.

  Ben leaned in closer to her, close enough to smell the beer on her lips. “Listen, don’t you have other jobs to go do?” he whispered to her as softly as possible. He didn’t want the other boys to figure out that she was a parole officer. Not only would it make them act unfriendly, at best, toward her, but it would hurt his reputation for the other guys to know that he had been willingly carting around somebody who was essentially a watered-down cop. He’d never hear the end of it. It was better if the guys thought she was just a persistent hook-up that wouldn’t stop bothering him.

  Charlotte just smiled and shook her head. “I cleared out my week. I’m all yours, bub.”

  Ben sighed loudly. “Didn’t you get enough information from yesterday?

  Charlotte shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. I need to see more than one sample to be sure. You might have done a good job hiding stuff from me yesterday. The more I see, the more I can help you.”

  Ben had to forcibly keep himself from growling, his teeth were clenched so tight just listening to her. “When will you get this? I really, really don’t need the help. I’m fine, okay? You saw that yesterday, right? Everything’s going fine. There were no disasters, nothing went wrong. What the fuck is it going to take for you to see that there’s nothing you can do here?”

  Again, Charlotte looked unbothered, taking a long sip of her morning beer. Ben wondered if she had ever been a day drinker before coming here. “Nothing. There’s nothing you can do. I have a job to do, and you’re not going to talk me out of doing it. Besides, if you’re really convinced that I’m just wasting my time, that’s my problem. Let me waste my time, then. I’ll figure it out soon enough if you’re a hopeless case.”

  Ben felt his frustration grow and grow and grow. If he wasn’t careful he was going to yell at her in front of everybody in the bar and get yet another long, pointless lecture from Wally about his ‘ridiculous behavior.’ “The problem is that you’re getting in my fucking way. I have shit to do and I can’t be babysitting you day and night.”

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sp; Charlotte’s expression changed then and she put her glass down on the bar, turning to fully face him head-on. “You don’t have to ‘babysit’ me,” she said in a lower, meaner voice than before. “I can take care of myself. I did yesterday.”

  “Yesterday wasn’t….” Ben trailed off, frustrated. How could he communicate that yesterday was a boring day, like most days were here, but it didn’t show everything that would ever happen on the road? “You didn’t see shit. Really. You don’t know what it’s like. What today will be like. You need to stay where you are and just drink all day. You’ll have more fun that way, anyway,” he said, attempting to soften up his tone.

  But Charlotte clearly wasn’t having it. “I’m not here as your fucking pet. You don’t have to look after me, you don’t have to babysit me, or keep me safe, or yell at losers who catcall me in bars. I can handle myself. Your business isn’t some big bad mean thing. It doesn’t fucking scare me,” she said before downing the rest of her beer.