Tanner:A Black Widow MC Romance(41)

“And you're mine,” she replied.



I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.





Chapter 11





Charlotte





I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Liam took me from behind. Liam grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.



How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.



“I'm going to come, Charlotte,” Liam moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.



I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But we barely knew each other—I didn't want to scare him away.



We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.



Sex is a lot of fun!



“Time to go now, Charlotte.”



“Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake salute.



Liam laughed and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Liam's Harley was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride and the vibrations between my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Liam touching me everywhere.



Liam handed me the bucket helmet and I hopped on the back of the motorcycle. I slipped my hands around his chest with ease. We weren't strangers anymore. Liam was my boyfriend now.



I wanted to say it out loud just to make this was all real.



My heart jumped with glee. I was no longer a freak—no longer a virgin.



We drove off and Liam stopped outside of my apartment.



“So this is where you live?”



“Yep, this home sweet home.”



“Any roommates?”



“I did but she moved out at the end of last semester.”



“Why don't you invite me inside?” Liam grinned.



The thought of Liam taking me on every surface of my apartment was a tantalizing image but I shook my head. “I would but I know what would happen if we were alone again. I just have to work on my anthro paper for a little bit.”



“You sure you're not going to run away.”



“I can't, my car is still at the MC.”



Liam smiled. “How about I pick you up in a few hours.”



“That would be perfect.”



Liam leaned over on his bike and planted a kiss on me cheek. He put his sunglasses back on started his Harley. The thunderous roar of the engine vibrated in my chest. I waved and exhaled as he drove away.



I went into my apartment and everything looked foreign. I had only been away for a day but it felt like an eternity. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge for something to eat—completely empty. I fixed myself a cup of tea instead and opened up my laptop to a blank Word document. I wanted to get down as much information as I could before I forgot. My notes from yesterday were pretty much useless.



Flashes of last night distracted me from my work. How could I get any work done when Liam was the only thing on my mind? I thought long and hard until the perfect title came to me:





A Pound of Flesh





Chapter Twelve





Liam





I rode back to the MC, thinking about my love for Charlotte. My entire existence was built around the MC. It was who I was. But my feelings were changing. I no longer desired to be the Vice President. If I could go somewhere safe with Charlotte and live the rest of my life in peace—no more bloodshed—then isn't that what I should do?



I found John, Hudson, and Bryce sitting around the Wheels of Ash oak table. Their faces were long but their eyes lit up when they spotted me. Bryce shook my hand as Hudson gave me a one-armed hug; a white shoulder-sling kept his arm close to his chest.



John stood up and put his hands on my arms. “I'm glad you're okay, Liam.”



“Me too,” I replied.



We sat down at our seats. Our club had become so small. I ached inside for the loss of Wyatt. He was like a brother to me.



Brotherhood. That's what this MC meant to me. I couldn't leave my brothers when they needed me most. I had to get revenge for Wyatt. I had to make sure the MC was whole before I got out.



John hit the gavel down. “We all want the Russians to pay but we need to think this through. We're hanging on by a string here. If we went against the Russians now, we'd all end up in body bags. As of right now, all the Russians involved in that deal are dead. Give me a chance to talk with some of the higher-ups in their organization. For all we know, Boris was doing this alone. Once I get more information, we can make an informed decision. Everyone agree, say Aye.”