Saving Scout (Charon MC, #5) Page 9

  She handed them over to Bulldog without hesitation. “It's in the parking lot of that little convenience store that was just before the turn off to the compound.”

  He nodded. “Cool. I'll get it sorted and back to you by morning.”

  “Thanks.”

  There was a tiredness to her voice that had me wanting to carry her so she could rest. But I knew she'd see it as me embarrassing her in public, so I beat back the urge. Bulldog pocketed her keys and led us out to his car.

  “Any word from Arrow yet?”

  “Not yet, prez. I'll let you know the second I hear anything.”

  The ride back to my place was made in comfortable silence. We were all too damn tired to make conversation. And really, what was there to say? It'd been one hell of a fucked up day. I was also pretty sure Marie would be feeling the same guilt I was about Sarah. Ron had entrusted both Marie and Sarah into my care and when she'd left telling me she just couldn't handle living around bikers, I’d let her go. Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Look where it had landed the poor girl.

  After Bulldog pulled up out front of my place, he handed me my keys.

  “We found 'em with your cut and other shit. No phone, though. Keys located that off the side of the highway just out of town heading toward Houston. He sent a couple prospects out there, and they found your bike and phone in the bushes. Phone was smashed, and your ride has some damage, but it's nothing you can't fix. It was taken over to the shop.”

  “Thanks, brother.”

  With a sigh, I heaved myself out of the car before helping Marie out. I wanted to see how much damage they'd done to my ride, but it could wait. My bike had been my life for so long, but not as much as Marie now was. And I was about to have her in my house. Alone. All to myself. My bike could fucking wait.

  My energy level perked up as I thought about everything I wanted to do to her. My inner caveman needed to truly make sure she was doing okay and to make damn sure she knew she'd been claimed by me for good.

  Herding her toward the front door, I was vaguely aware of Bulldog pulling out and driving away, but I didn't care. All I wanted right now was Marie. Preferably naked and under me asap.

  Rushing to unlock the door, I tapped in the security code, then slammed the door shut and pushed her up against it. Shoving a knee between her thighs, I didn't give her a chance to do more than gasp before my lips were on hers. I held her face between my palms to keep her where I wanted her as I took what was fucking mine.

  Her hands wrapped around my wrists as her body relaxed and she began squirming against my thigh. With a growl, I pulled away from her just enough so I could put my shoulder to her middle and lift her over it. She gave a squeal, which I rewarded with a light tap on her ass.

  “What the hell do you think you're doing, Scout?”

  “Making sure you know who you belong to. You're mine, Marie. Forever.”

  I gave her ass another slap when she began to slip her fingers inside my jeans. When I got to my room, I slid her down so she was on her feet but didn't waste a second in getting her naked. Her hands were on me too, pulling at my cut and shirt, then my belt. When I got to her jeans, it took way too fucking long to undo the bastards.

  “I can see why the other men like their women in short skirts. Could've fucked you up against the door if you'd had one on.”

  Her own hands fumbled on me as she whimpered, and I grinned like a motherfucker.

  “You like that idea, babe? You like the thought that you get me so fucking hard, I want you in a skirt so I can throw you up against a wall and take you whenever the urge strikes?”

  I looked into her face as I shoved her jeans over her hips, her pupils had dilated and her mouth was open just a touch as she panted for breath. Oh yeah, she liked that idea a whole lot. Running my gaze down her body, I got even harder thinking about her in a little leather skirt that I could slide up oh so easily so I could get in deep whenever I wanted her.

  As she toed off her shoes and got free of her jeans, I did the same. When she stood up straight again, we were both naked. Gripping her hips, I walked her backward until the backs of her legs hit the mattress and she fell onto it. I flowed down onto my knees.

  “Lie back, babe. I'm gonna get me a taste of this sweet pussy.”

  Her body trembled and with wide eyes, she slowly lay back on the mattress. I loved how her tits settled into place, their nipples tight and hard little points waiting for some love. I'd get there, but first... With a palm on each knee, I spread her legs to give myself some room. Kissing her inner knee, I made my way slowly closer. She was strung so tight, I wanted her to relax a little. Fuck, I needed her to enjoy this.

  My glaze lowered to her pussy and my heart skipped a beat. Fuck me. Her neatly trimmed curls were the sexiest thing I'd seen in a long time. I’d only gotten a glimpse at the hotel. All the club whores were bare, but my Marie was natural, and so fucking beautiful. And she was wet for me, little droplets of her moisture clinging to her curls.

  “So fucking gorgeous, babe. I've got a feeling I'm gonna spend a lot of time in the future eating you up.”

  “Stop teasing me already, Charlie!”

  I nipped her inner thigh lightly, before rubbing my beard over her sensitive skin. Then, using my thumbs, I held her pussy lips open and blew a breath over her core before I delved my tongue in deep, getting a good mouthful of her cream before I swallowed it down.

  “Hmmm. As sweet as the rest of you, just like I knew it would be.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Marie

  Oral sex wasn't something I'd ever experienced. My only attempt at sex prior to Scout was a crazy, rushed fumble in the back of a car when I was seventeen. But this, oh my goodness, this was heaven and bliss and all things wonderful. I gripped tight handfuls of the sheets as my back arched up while Scout made a meal out of me. He hummed and growled as he licked and nipped. Each time he delved that talented tongue of his into my core, I clenched down on it, trying to hold it within me.

  “Charlie, please!”

  He was driving me insane.

  “Let go, Marie. Come for me. I need the taste of your climax down my throat.”

  He'd barely lifted his mouth from my flesh to speak so the vibrations from his voice, together with the words themselves had me flying higher. Then he moved and blew my world wide open. He pinched my clit at the same time he thrust his tongue in deep and with a scream, I was sailing high.

  I had no idea how long I was lost to the waves of intense pleasure that were flowing through me, but when I blinked open my eyes next, Scout had shifted me fully on the bed and was kneeling between my thighs, slowly stroking his very erect dick with his large palm. My gaze was drawn to the sight, like it was calling me and I licked my lips. He groaned and gripped himself tighter.

  “I would love nothing more than to feel your mouth on me, babe. But not right now. I need to be inside you so fucking bad, I can't think straight. Can I take you bare? I promise I'm clean. Never fucked without wrapping it up before.”

  I nodded before I could analyze that statement too much. I didn't want his past sex life to ruin this moment.

  “Take me, Charlie. Make me yours.”

  He grinned with a little shake of his head at my use of his birth name. Then he dropped over me, a hand on either side of my head holding his weight off me. He smelled like me, and I realized my cream was all through his beard. Before I could say anything about it, his lips were on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue and it sent an erotic shiver through me. He continued to kiss me as he shifted his weight to one arm while he used the other to grip my thigh to move it out as he thrust his hips forward. I gasped into the kiss, wrapping my fingers around his solid shoulders, as he impaled me completely on that first stroke. With a growl, he broke the kiss to trail his lips all over my face. I moved my hips with him, arching up so he could get deeper inside me, where I needed him. My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it in my ears. When he pulled his face from my throat, I he
ld his gaze with mine and poured all my love into my gaze. Did I dare say the words out loud? Would he run if I did?

  A groan tore from me when on each in stroke he twisted his hips so he ground against my clit. He rested his forehead against mine as he sped up his movements, taking me higher and higher yet again.

  Then just as I was about to fly over the edge for a second time, an image of Scout hung in that room, injured and hurting, flashed across my mind that left me crying out. Pain and pleasure mixed inside me into a storm I had no hope of controlling as everything crashed around me. The orgasm was powerful and my body shook from the force of it, while my heart ached at the thought I could have lost him today. That this night nearly didn't happen.

  I slid my arms as far around his shoulders as I could reach, holding him tightly to me as I sobbed into his chest.

  “Hey, whoa. Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Fuck.”

  Scout rolled us so I was on top of him, his dick slipping from my body with a slight rush of liquid, which left me crying harder. We'd just shared something beautiful, sexy as hell but still beautiful, and I was ruining it all with my emotions.

  “Not hurt.”

  His body relaxed a little and he began to stroke my hair and back with his big palms and callused fingers.

  “Thank fuck. That was intense, huh?”

  He didn't say anything else, just kept up with the soothing back rub until I calmed enough to be able to speak.

  “I thought he was going to kill you.” Hiccup. “I thought I was going to lose you.” Hiccup. “Before I even really had you.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly against him.

  “Funny, I thought the same fucking thing when you walked in that damn room. Why the hell did you come on your own, babe? You had to have known the MC would have had your back.”

  “There wasn't time. Sarah came into the cafe saying you'd already been there for hours. That they’d already hurt you. I didn't have time to call anyone, and Sarah told me if the whole club stormed the place, they'd kill you and run. I couldn't risk that. And Zara was there, she was eavesdropping and I gave her a nod when she held up her phone, out of Sarah's view. I knew she'd call Mac and that Keys could trace my phone to follow us.”

  That got me a growl. “Fuck, babe. Never again, you hear me? Shit like this goes down ever again, you go straight to the club. You call Bulldog or, hell, any of the other patched in brothers and you do what you're fucking told. You're my heart, Marie. Without you I'm dead anyway. You're not allowed to fucking risk yourself like that.”

  I pushed myself up, his grip loosening to allow me to move a little. I stared straight into his clear blue irises, making sure he knew I meant business.

  “You don't think I feel the same way about you? Hell, Scout, I've loved you for over twenty damn years! You don't think that just the thought of you gone from my life is enough to cripple me?”

  He gently stroked his fingers over my face, wiping away the few tears that had continued to flow.

  “So why'd you run from the hotel?”

  “Because I was scared you'd be done with me after my meltdown. I yelled at you, said things...”

  He stopped me talking with a light kiss.

  “Babe, you yelling at me ain't gonna send me packing. I was being a fucking dickhead caveman. I deserved to be yelled at. And you're right. I've cost you so fucking much. Never intended to, but I have. I can't apologize enough for being such a damn fool for so long. But that's over now. I'm serious, Marie. You're mine. I'm gonna order your cut tomorrow. You're my old lady, you'll wear my patch and we'll build our own family. If it's too late for us to have a baby of our own, we'll adopt or something. I will give you a family, Marie. I promise.”

  Warmth bloomed in my heart and spread over my body. I couldn't find words so I lowered my face to his, gently kissing his lips. More tears filled my eyes. Why couldn't we have done this twenty years ago? With a growl, Scout took control of the kiss, rolling us over so I was beneath him once more. Using a knee he spread my thighs and a moment later, he slid his thick erection deep within me again. I groaned and arched at how good it felt to be filled with him.

  “That's some recovery time. Thought you old men needed time between rounds.”

  “If I could reach your ass, I'd spank it for that comment, woman. There ain't nothing wrong with my recovery time when I got you anywhere near me, and you know it.”

  I decided right then and there, I was through with looking back and focusing on regrets. Scout was right. We'd move forward together and make our own family. Somehow.

  “I love you, Charlie Dalton.”

  On his next thrust in, he held still a moment and grinned down at me. “And I love you Marie Parker-soon-to-be-Dalton.”

  I was about to throw back some more cheek but he got serious about making love and all my thoughts whirled together, then left me. Especially when he slipped a palm behind my back and lifted my chest so he could suckle on my nipples as he continued to thrust into my core.

  I could get very used to this treatment.

  Scout

  Waking up to Marie nestled in beside me was hands down the best way to wake up. Careful not to disturb her, I shifted to tilt my head so I could watch her. I was flat on my back with her up against my side, tucked under my arm. Her pale hand was resting on my right pec, while her head was nestled in against the hollow of my shoulder. One of her nipples was peeking out from where her breast was pressed up to my side, and I barely resisted the urge to tweak the tempting little bud.

  The sheets I'd pulled over us after I'd taken her for the second time last night had worked their way down to our waists. But despite our legs being covered, I knew she had one slung over mine, with her hot pussy pressed against my hip. Basically, she was a soft, sexy bundle of femininity and I was never going to get enough of her. A quick glance at my alarm clock told me it was time we got up and got moving, but I needed something first. One more taste of her before we got caught up in the drama today would bring. And I was certain there would be drama. Between Sarah being in a coma and the issues surrounding her daughter, there was no question our day was gonna go downhill fast once we left the house.

  However, I was sure between lovin' on my woman this morning, and working over the fucker I had waiting for me in the clubhouse basement later, I'd be able to get through whatever the day brought with it.

  With gentle fingers, I brushed the hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

  “Hey, love, time to wake up.”

  I grinned when, with a moan, she rubbed her face against me. She was so fucking adorable. Then she wriggled her pussy against my thigh and that was it. With a growl, I pulled her fully on top of me, so the length of my cock was pressed against her wet pussy. She arched and squirmed against me for a minute before she pressed her palms against my pecs and lifted herself up to kneel over me. Her nipples were hard little buds and I couldn't resist, especially when she lifted her arms above her head to stretch out her back and they thrust further forward.

  Sitting up, I slid one palm up the smooth silky skin of her back to hold her in position while I wrapped my mouth over one of her tight little buds. I ran my other palm up her torso until I had her other breast in my palm, then I started to knead the flesh as I nipped and suckled at the one in my mouth. She tasted so fucking good. As I moved to get my mouth to the other side, she threaded her fingers through my hair, tugging a little when I bit down on her flesh. When she scraped her finger nails over my scalp, a shiver ran down my spine and I decided I could live without my bandana if this was the reward. It was gonna take me some time to not reach for it during the day, I'd been wearing one for decades and readjusting the damn thing was like a nervous twitch I couldn't help. But the feeling of what she just did was so much better.

  Releasing her flesh with a pop, I gripped her hips to lift her so I could impale her on my cock but she clenched her knees, holding herself up. I raised an eyebrow in question.

  “You
sick of me already, babe?”

  A sweet fucking blush reddened her cheeks. “No, of course not. But before the other night at the hotel? I hadn't had sex for twenty-six years, Scout. I'm sore.”

  I winced. Yeah, I'd done that too. Forced that fucking long dry spell on her. And I bet she was sore. Dammit. Then another idea struck me and I grinned at her.

  “Not sure I like that grin you're wearing.”

  “Oh, you will. Shower time.”

  She gently rested her palm over the bandage over my ribs.

  “What about your stitches?”

  “Waterproof dressing, babe. I'll just take off the bandage, then I'm good to go.”

  With a chuckle, she leaned down and ran her fingernails over my head one more time before she swung her leg over me and left the bed. She was halfway to the bathroom when she stopped to look over her shoulder.

  “You coming, or what?”

  I rolled out bed, never taking my gaze off her sexy body.

  “Wouldn't want you to have to wash your own back now, would we?”

  Before she turned her face away, I caught the grin she wore. This playful Marie was a new side I'd not seen before but I liked it. Actually, I fucking loved it. Following her into my bathroom, I unwrapped the bandage and double checked the waterproof dressing was securely affixed to my skin around the stitches before I tossed the bandage in the trash and refocused on Marie. She was leaning into the shower, twisting the taps on. My gaze got caught on her ass. Damn, but she was so fucking gorgeous. Not stick thin like most of the club whores, nope, my woman had curves and a little padding I fucking adored.

  I moved in close behind her and ran my palms over the curve of her hips and waist as I pressed my hard cock against the crease of her ass. My groan echoed off the tiles when she wriggled her hips and chuckled. As she stepped away from me and under the spray, she turned to face me. The water flattened her hair and flowed down her body, dripping from her hard little nipples, getting caught in the dark curls that covered her pussy. I stepped into the stall and slid the door shut as I wrapped a hand around my cock to give it a few strokes. The old boy didn't give a fuck she was sore, he wanted in, and he wanted in now.