Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(41)

His story was heart-wrenching. I suddenly felt guilty for having two loving parents. Not everybody gets the same chances growing up. I truly am lucky.



Liam lifted me head by the chin. “Don't look so sad. Look at me now—all that's in the past now. I'm doing really great.” He rubbed his hands in excitement. “Now it's my turn.”



I had forgotten I agreed to answer any question he had.



“What's the real reason you stayed a virgin for so long.”



“But I told you, I was way too busy studying.”



“No that's an excuse. You could have taken an hour break to have sex with the line of guys at your door.”



I blushed. “I wish there was a line of guys outside my door.” I laughed. “There were a couple guys in high school that had a thing for me but I felt like I wasn't good enough for them. If they saw who I really was, they'd run away.”



“So why now? Why me?” he asked.



“I've never felt this instant connection with anyone before. I probably should have waited a little longer before sleeping with you, but I couldn't help myself.”



Liam ran his fingers through my hair. “You're irresistible. There's no way I could have waited any longer.”



Is he talking about me?



I turned away from Liam and he spooned me from behind, his flaccid penis pushing against my ass. His arms wrapped around me and he nuzzled the back of my neck with his nose. I felt so safe that I didn't want this moment to end.



I had been through so much that day. The sudden impact of everything I went through, hit me all at once. I was so exhausted.





Chapter 10





Liam





The sun pierced the blinds and hit my face, baking my skin until I awoke. My legs and arms were entangled with Charlotte's. I stared at her calm face while she slept. She looked so peaceful—so beautiful.



Why did a girl like Charlotte pick me? I was no good for her—damaged goods. I'd only end of corrupting her. The MC was no place for someone as smart as her. Charlotte was going places and I didn't want to bring her down.



I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. I didn't want to leave but I had to—it was the only way to keep her safe. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone off the nightstand. I found my jeans sprawled out on the floor. I quietly put my legs through and raised them up, buckling the belt.



Charlotte shifted in bed. I froze for a second and she opened her eyes. Fuck! This is not how I wanted her to see me.



“Good morning, lover,” she said, rubbing her eyes. Charlotte's gaze went down to my jeans. “Going somewhere?”



I knew I couldn't leave her. She was perfect in very way. “I was just going to make a call to John to see if everything was okay yet.”



Charlotte rolled around, the sheets becoming taut, conforming to her perfect skin. My pants got tighter. How could she have such an effect on me.



“I'll be right back.”



“Don't be too long.” She smiled. I needed a photo of her happy face to look at whenever I wanted to.



I went outside and almost collapsed against the closed door, my heart beating in my chest. I didn't want to leave Charlotte. I was scared—terrified because things were moving so quickly. I'd never felt this way about a girl before. This was undiscovered territory.



I think I'm in love.



I pulled out my phone and called John.



“Where are you, Liam?” John asked quickly.



“A motel.”



“Thank God you're safe.”



“What about Hudson and Bryce?”



“They're fine. Hudson took a bullet to the shoulder but he's going to be fine. I have the doc working on him now.”



I breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good to hear.”



The memory of Wyatt came flooding back to me. I'd been so caught up with Charlotte that I forgot all about it. My throat closed up and I choked on tears. “Wyatt was a good man,” I told John.



I could hear John on the other end trying to hold it together. “He was family and he'll be missed.” After a moment of silence. “Is the girl all right?”



“She's a little shaken up but fine. How are we going to strike back at the Russians?”



“Not over the phone, Liam, we'll talk later today at the MC.”



He was right. I shouldn't be talking about business on the phone. You never know who's listening. “See you soon.”



Now I needed to figure out what to do with Charlotte. Could we really be happy together? I hoped so.



I went back into the hotel room and the bed was empty, the sheets strewn about. The shower was running and steam escaped through the open bathroom door. I stepped softly along the carpet, taking off my jeans as I sneaked into the bathroom. The dense fog barely gave any visibility. I could see the outline of Charlotte behind the glass shower door—her figure was a sight to behold. Every curve of her body begged to be touched—worshiped.