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  I pulled the frosted shower door open and peeked out, keeping my lower half covered. “Baby, just sit and chill, you don’t even have to ask.”

  She looked at me for a moment uncertainly, then finally leaned back against the tile wall and sank to her cute little ass. I pulled the door back and started thinking of anything other than sex. I needed to get my raging hard-on under control. It seemed as though when in Rebecca’s presence, my cock was in constant need of attention.

  “Why don’t you live here?” Rebecca asked. “Permanently, I mean. And FYI, I don’t feel so bad getting your apartment burned down knowing you have this.”

  I laughed. “Too far from town, otherwise I would.”

  “Why did you build so far away?”

  “I needed my own space, a place I could come to have a time-out of sorts. Sometimes I kinda lose my shit; I have anger issues in case you haven’t noticed.” Rebecca was quiet for a moment and I hoped my admission didn’t frighten her.

  “Charlie Cole has anger issues? You’re telling me the man who filled Jax’s shampoo bottle with blue food coloring and carries a whoopee cushion in his truck can’t control his temper?”

  I chuckled, the little minx had been snooping around my glove compartment. “I know, outrageous. But yeah, I kinda get spitting mad and sometimes it takes something pretty insignificant to set it off. I was worse as a teenager, but Mercy put me in line when she made me start working my summer vacations at the shelter.” She went quiet again as I turned the water off.

  “That’s why you spoke to Dave,” she whispered. Obviously Ella or Jax had been gossiping about me, but the fact that they hadn’t told her much of anything confirmed the friendship I had with them was solid. They would never betray my confidence.

  “He’s a good man, and an even better listener. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

  “What did Dillon and Braiden have to say about Emily?” I didn’t call her out on the obvious and evasive change of subject, but I didn’t answer her right away either. “Charlie?” she growled. It was so cute I actually smiled.

  “I’ll tell you, just give me a sec.” I pulled the frosted glass door open. Rebecca’s eyes zeroed in on my groin, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment or desire, I don’t know. I had no problem being nude and she’s seen it all before anyway. “You keep staring at it like that, and he’s gonna start demanding attention,” I moaned as my dick twitched under her scrutiny. She surprised me with a wicked grin and finally looked up at my face.

  “Perhaps you shouldn’t put him right in front of my face then.” She smirked. The thought of that face, those lips even closer made my dick start to rise. Rebecca’s eyes were drawn back down as she reached above her head and pulled a towel off the rack. She threw it to me, still looking at my cock, that I just talked down from a hard-on only moments ago, and was now quickly growing stiff again.

  “Perhaps you should mind your manners and turn around,” I countered. Rebecca grinned and it was a beautiful smile. I wanted to pull her to me and devour her lips like I had done the evening before.

  “Emily?” Rebecca reminded me.

  Hard-on once again contained. Once I finished drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and offered Rebecca my hand. She took it without hesitation, and I pulled her to her feet. I led her toward the door that led into the guest bedroom and she hesitated.

  “You want the other room?” I asked, more than willing to give her my bedroom. She looked up at me through her thick blond lashes and blushed. I really wasn’t used to this nervous and shy Rebecca, but it was just as sexy as the independent and fiery Rebecca most people were used to.

  “After the last couple of days, I’m kinda nervous about being on my own,” she murmured, and I understood what she meant right away. My heart jumped at the thought. I simply turned around and led her back into my room. I pulled the quilt and sheets down, and as Rebecca climbed in, I pulled the curtains across the wide open bay window to dim the room a little. I grabbed a pair of boxers from a drawer and quickly changed, feeling every bit of Rebecca‘s heated gaze on me as I did. Once in bed, I pulled the blankets over us and didn’t think twice about pulling her into my arms. After a short silence she started again. My Betty Boop, ever the tenacious woman.

  “Emily.” Her voice was level and calm, but I knew she was seconds away from losing her patience with me.

  “Okay, but no interrupting. You can ask questions once I’ve finished.” Rebecca made a show of zipping her lips shut and locking them closed with an imaginary key. I was tired as hell so I took a moment to gather my thoughts and recall everything Braiden told me earlier.

  “Braiden called me with information about Emily—I’m not sure how he got it, I’m not even sure if I want to know how he got it. She doesn’t go by Emily Donovan anymore, but Mrs. Emily Levier—"

  “SHE’S MARRIED?” Rebecca screamed, which made me wince right before looking over at her and raising a brow. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet for long. She breathed deeply and re-zipped her lips.

  “Married to one William Levier whose father, Jonas Levier, is well known to every law enforcement agency in America. Jonas is suspected of killing three women in Vegas.” Rebecca’s eyes lit up with angst and fear. “Obviously Emily is fine because she is here in Claymont somewhere, but yeah, he’s bad news, and we assume his son is, too. William has been in trouble with the police as well, but nothing like Jonas, just petty stuff—criminal mischief, small thefts, and public intoxication. At a glance, William’s father comes across as a legit, rich and powerful business man, but the police have been after him for a while and know for a fact that he’s involved in some seedy shit. Apparently he is a self-proclaimed dom with a dash of masochist tendencies thrown in, like full on Fifty Shades of Grey crazy shit.” It was Rebecca’s turn to raise a brow.

  “You’ve read that?” she asked.

  “Fuck no! I dated a girl who told me about it.”

  “You don’t date,” she said matter-of-factly. “And if I wandered over to that bookshelf, would I find a copy of Fifty Shades on it?”

  “Zip it, Betty Boop, I am seconds away from passing out from exhaustion,” I growled, giving her a gentle tap on the ass. I was worried I might have crossed some sort of line touching her like that, but she grinned, and once again zipped her lips and went to use that ridiculous invisible key. I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “No point in locking it, your key doesn’t seem to work.” Rebecca settled her head back down on the pillow.

  “So, my sister is into BDSM,” Rebecca murmured.

  “No idea, just because William’s father is into it, doesn’t mean he or Emily are into it as well. Anyway, Jonas owns a whole bunch of fetish clubs in Vegas that, on the outside come across as your regular skanky BDSM fuck lounges, but allegedly, these clubs are a front for men and women with similar predilections as Jonas: sick fuckers who get off on their masochistic needs with underage girls and boys. Rebecca seemed to take a moment to digest this information.

  “Maybe that’s where Emily has been since she left Claymont?” she whispered.

  “Maybe she met William in an ice cream parlor and knows nothing about all this shit, but I get the feeling that she is twisted up in some fucked up shit.” I rubbed a hand down my tired face and grimaced when I realized how long it had been since I shaved. I was a hairy mother right now. “I dunno, babe, this is all kinda out of my league. I’m no detective and I’m certainly no expert on BDSM,” I gave her a cheeky grin, unable to help myself, “but I’d be happy to explore certain aspects with you. Just say the word, baby. I’m all about self-discovery and exploration.” Rebecca thumped me in the chest.

  “How can you turn a serious conversation into something so sexy and dirty at the same time?”

  “It’s a gift.” I winked. “Anyway, that’s about as far as Braiden got. Your sister is married to the son of a sadistic S.O.B. and, Rebecca? There isn’t a chance in hell I am sitting down and doing the whole meet the family dinner thing
with them.” Rebecca snorted and tried to hide a yawn. I pushed my arm under her head and pulled her in close. “Get some sleep, baby. Braiden and Dillon are doing their bad-ass shit out there on the streets; they’re looking for your sister. All we can do is sit tight for now and keep you safe.” Rebecca nuzzled her head into the sensitive crook of my neck, and her warm lips moved against my skin. My dick twitched with curiosity as Rebecca held herself there pressed up against me.

  “Charlie, would you do something for me?” she whispered in a tone so soft I barely heard her.

  “Anything,” I murmured back.

  “Will you touch me?” Her request had me freeze like a damn deer caught in the headlights. “I just want to know that I still can...you know...be touched...like that.”

  Every fiber of my being demanded I roll her over and touch her, but I was worried she might not be ready. “Rebecca, someone sexually assaulted you only a couple of weeks ago. You don’t have to be ready to do this yet.”

  “I know,” she sighed, “but I feel safe with you. In fact, I feel constantly damn horny when I’m with you, and I want you to touch me. I want to know that I can still have that. I like sex, a lot! Surely you remember that.”

  I grunted my acknowledgement. Not a day passed by where I didn’t recall just how much Rebecca had blown my mind that night.

  “It’s been a long time for me and that’s one of the reasons why I went on that stupid date with Luke. And then I was attacked, and now I’m scared shitless that I will never have another orgasm again.”

  “How long?” I asked, blatantly ignoring the mention of Luke Hollywell. My mood would be seriously compromised if I thought about Rebecca and him together.

  “Since you,” she breathed.

  Well, that surprised the shit out of me. Rebecca was stunning, she was feisty, and yeah, she liked sex. To think she hadn’t been with anyone since me was strangely satisfying, which only reinforced the idea that I had turned into a complete fucking caveman. I hesitated before rolling to my side and looking down at Rebecca. Damn she was beautiful—her eyes were so many different shades of blue without a hint of another color, her skin was flawless, and her full lips were soft and pink. I ran a hand over her hair that was so blonde it bordered on white. Her body was healthy, not stick thin but not heavy; she had womanly curves and a pair of exquisite breasts that filled my hands easily. From the rapid rise and fall of her chest, I don’t know who was more nervous: me or her. I simply let my fingers whisper across her skin, over her cheeks, down her neck, but I faltered at the buttons of her pajama top. Charlie Cole never had trouble undressing a woman, but Charlie Cole was treading in unfamiliar waters right now. Rebecca obviously sensed my reluctance, and slipped the buttons open for me. Her eyes were determined; there was no sign of apprehension. Gently and slowly, I pushed open her top to expose her stunning breasts. I stared, like flat out stared, my mouth open and tongue ready to fall out.

  “Not helping.” Rebecca chuckled nervously.

  My lip quirked in a smile as my fingers resumed their leisurely trail across her skin, purposefully ignoring those perfect breasts. I wanted her out of her mind, begging for my touch and she would not get it until the word ‘please’ escaped that sassy mouth of hers. I wanted her so desperate for my touch that it eclipsed all fear and wiped away the bad memories. My finger circled her little belly button and I found myself wanting to lean over and dip my tongue in it, but this moment was for Rebecca, not me. My fingers swept up close to the underside of her breasts, across her shoulders, over the elegant arch of her collarbone and along the invisible line that ran down the center of her body.

  “Charlie,” she panted.

  “Yeah, Betty Boop?” My voice almost trembled.

  “This isn’t the touch I had in mind.” Her eyes fluttered shut as I brushed closer to her breasts.

  “No?” I asked, unable to stop my grin. She shook her head as my fingers moved away from the delectable rise of her breast.

  “Charlie!” she groaned.

  “I need you to tell me what you want, baby, I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings, and, Rebecca?” She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “You say stop, and I stop.”

  Her gaze softened and she gave me a shy nod. “Touch my breasts, please.”

  My body sagged in relief and I wasted no time guiding my fingers up her chest and over the pale rise of one breast. My touch was a light caress as I gently teased her nipple. I moved to the neglected breast wishing I had both of my hands free to use on her, but one arm was currently holding my weight so I could get an unobstructed view of the beauty beside me. Soon her body was flush with obvious desire and Rebecca began to shift. I knew she was seeking relief from the lower part of her body. Hot on the tails of that thought, she grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand lower. I played with edge of her pajama bottoms refusing to go any further without verbal permission.

  “Touch me, Charlie,” she ground out in frustration.

  “I am, baby.” She shook her head. I was fairly sure I knew what she wanted, but I needed to hear it, it needed to be clear. I was nervous enough without presuming to know what was going through her head at the moment.

  “If you don’t touch my central loving station this instant, I’m going to kick your ass!” she ordered.

  I laughed. “Your what?” I murmured. I knew several guys who had a name for their dick, but I have never once met a woman who had a name for her pussy, until now apparently.

  “My vagina, my snatch, my mound, I don’t care what you call it, but I call it my central loving station because...well...it’s a central loving station.” I grinned, damn she was adorable. “I used the words, Charlie.” That she had.

  “I prefer pussy, but central loving station works for me, too.” I pushed my hand under the waist band of her pajama bottoms. My fingers continued their dance over the thin barrier of her panties. I explored her from behind the barrier until she was again squirming.

  “More, please, Charlie.”

  Damn, she said please. I leaned over and kissed her. I kissed her hard, pretty much forcing my tongue into her mouth before finally peeling aside her panties to find her very wet central loving station. I noticed the change immediately. She stopped moving, her body became rigid. I didn’t move my hand away, but I stopped moving my fingers and allowed my kiss to become less dominant, softer, safer.

  “Rebecca?”

  “Don’t stop,” she quietly begged.

  My hand remained still where it was as my lips travelled down her chest until I could take one soft nipple into my mouth. I sucked and nipped at her until she was relaxed again, then I moved my fingers into her folds. I played and teased at the moist hot flesh between her legs for the longest time before I slowly slipped a finger inside her.

  “Talk to me, Charlie, I need to hear your voice,” she breathed.

  “Open your eyes,” I gently commanded. Her blue eyes shot open and watched me cautiously. “You feel so good, baby, just like I remembered.” Her hips moved tentatively, as if almost testing the waters. “Fuck, I have thought about that night so many times. We fit together just right, Betty Boop, my cock inside you like it was made for you.” I saw the heat flare in her eyes and a low moan escaped her lips. “I love your breasts.” I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth again just to prove how much. As I pushed a finger slowly in and out of her body, my thumb found her clit and I gently rubbed the little nub. “I love everything about you, you feel perfect. Inside...” I added another finger and pushed inside her with a little more force to emphasize my point. “And out.” I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and maybe it was a little too forceful, but the loud groan accompanied with her clenching around my fingers told me she liked it. I didn’t stop and I watched her face carefully for any signs of fear until her eyes began to flutter shut—just how I remembered—surrendering to her impending orgasm. When her pussy finally clenched around my fingers and her back arched with unrestrained desire, I swear I have never seen anything more b
eautiful. I gentled my touch as her dazed eyes found mine. A tear slipped loose and I withdrew my hand in a panic. Had I pushed her too hard, too fast?

  “Oh shit, Rebecca,” I whispered.

  Her hands found my face and pulled me down for a kiss that seemed her way of claiming me. “Thank you,” she finally said.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, not yet sure if her tears were a good thing or a bad thing.

  “I haven’t been this good in a long time,” she confessed.

  Fuck, it had been almost too much for me—too much apprehension, too much emotion. I was exhausted and horny. I collapsed on my back, pulling Rebecca to my chest. After a short, silent moment, her fingers began to glide towards the edge of my boxers that were hanging loosely over my hips. I stopped her progress and brought her fingers to my mouth, pressing a kiss to the tips.

  “This was about you, Betty Boop,” I explained.

  “You’re not...uncomfortable?”

  I laughed loudly. Hell yeah I was uncomfortable, but in a good way. “Perhaps this is my punishment for failing to relentlessly pursue you like I should have a year ago.” Rebecca’s arms clinched tight around me.

  “Let’s not talk about the past anymore,” she murmured, her words accompanied with a yawn.

  “Sounds good to me, baby. Get some sleep before I change my mind about this being all about you.” Rebecca’s shoulders shook on a silent chuckle before we both fell into a comfortable silence, followed by some much needed sleep.

  Chapter 15

  Rebecca

  Last night I slept blissfully nightmare free. I had no idea why. Perhaps I was just too tired to dream, perhaps the amazing orgasm Charlie had gifted me with had wiped me out, or perhaps it was because I had slept in the protective and unyielding embrace of my strong and fearless warrior. Or maybe I had finally found my damn back bone. I don’t know, I don’t care, all I knew was I felt refreshed and coherent for the first time in weeks. And of course there was that amazing orgasm. Charlie touched me and although once or twice I came close to losing my nerve, I hadn’t. His touch had been as mind blowing as I remembered. Just the thought of it made me shudder. I sighed like a love sick fool as I called Ella from the front porch of Charlie’s chalet. I knew it wasn’t a chalet or a lodge—it was a cabin—but it was a big damn cozy cabin!