Prologue

Reaching down to her side, Charlotte picked up her ice-cold glass of Coke, took a sip and sighed.

This is the life, she thought.

She was sunbathing in her back garden on a gorgeous, clear and sunny Sunday in her hometown of Charming, California, wearing nothing but a swimsuit, sunglasses and a smug smile on her face. What made it even better was that the next day, she and her two best friends, Kasey and Lexi, would be taking a road-trip to Las Vegas for Kasey's 24th Birthday. It was all she had thought about for the past four months.

Charlotte took another sip of her drink, checked her watch for the time and frowned. Half-Sack was due to paint the outside of her house today and he should have been there two hours ago. It wasn't the fact that her house needed painting that bothered her because it didn't really. It was just something that Clay had thought up to both annoy and test the Prospect. But the fact that he was over two hours late would not go down well with Clay when she told him.

She heard a bike roll up the street and Madison, her overweight, grey Chow bitch started to bark, indicating someone was coming up the driveway. Maddy barked because she was excited—anyone and everyone that came to Maddy's door was a new, fresh face to play with. As a loyal companion, she was excellent. As a guard dog, she was absolutely abysmal. She was too fat to run and thought that the word "Attack!" meant attack her bowl of food.

Seconds later, her doorbell rang and Charlotte answered it in her bikini.

Half-Sack looked her up and down in a not too subtle way.

"Where you been?" she asked.

"Sorry, Clay had me run an errand," he replied, scratching his head.

"Hmm."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes. She'd double check that with Clay sometime—she didn't like the idea that he could have been off running around doing whatever he wanted when he had other commitments.

"Come through."

She led him through her house to the back where paint and a ladder were waiting for him. He got stuck in it straight away and she resumed sunbathing.

Soon, she started to drift off into a light sleep. The only sounds coming from the street were her next door neighbour mowing his lawn, the occasional car and the odd noise that Half-Sack made. The quiet of the neighbourhood was suddenly disturbed by an engine of another Harley-Davidson.

"Who's that?" Half-Sack asked from up his ladder.

Charlotte shrugged, still sleepy, but then she suddenly realised who it was. Leaping from her sun lounger, she ran through the house in time to meet Chibs as he was walking through her front door.

"Hey, Charlie baby!" he greeted her.

She shushed him with a finger to her mouth.

"Prospect's here," she whispered.

"Still?" he asked, moving his shades to his forehead. Charlotte nodded and followed him to her back door, where Kip was up a ladder, trying to balance both a paintbrush and paint can in one hand.

"Hey what're you doin' here?" Kip asked, looking down.

Chibs raised an eyebrow.

"Keepin' my eye on you, you dozy shite. Ain't you finished with that, yet?"

"Clay had me doin' some other shit this morning."

Chibs looked to Charlotte for confirmation, but she just shrugged and they headed inside.

A short while later Kip moved his ladder to a new spot. It was hot as hell and he was sweating his ass off. Approaching the top of the ladder, he saw Chibs, who suddenly appeared at an upstairs window and shut the blinds. Kip loaded his brush up with paint, wondering what the hell he was doing up there. A few seconds later, he heard voices talking low through the slightly open window. He manoeuvred his body on the ladder so that he was able to see through the small slits in Charlotte's blinds.

He saw a completely naked Charlotte sitting on the edge of her bed. Chibs stood in front of her, hands running through her hair as he said something to her in a low voice. He took off his Cut and T-shirt as Charlotte started to undo his belt and jeans, pushing them down to the floor. She took his cock in her hand and started stroking him, slowly at first and then increasing her speed.

Kip was so shocked that he nearly fell off his ladder. He'd never suspected a thing between them and wondered if anyone else knew.

One day at the garage a few weeks back, Chibs had practically ripped him a new asshole for mentioning that Charlotte was "a nice girl." Chibs had given him a stern warning that 'fucking around' with her or anyone's Ol' Lady was a sure-fire way to kiss his Top Rocker goodbye and spend a night at St. Thomas' Hospital. And to think, Chibs had a thing with her the whole time!

He resumed watching to see how far they would go.

Charlotte's head was moving up and down in between his thighs and it was pretty obvious what she was doing. With one hand, Chibs held her head in place and with the other he reached across to her nightstand, reaching inside a decorative box and pulled out a condom. Whilst he was ripping it open, Charlotte moved further back on the bed, legs open and ready to accept her lover. He held onto her hips and he pushed into her causing a soft moan from her lips. As he started to increase his speed, moving in and out of her, he moved his hands to her breasts, kneading them as he thrust into her.

"Oh, baby!" Charlotte moaned, closing her eyes and wrapping her legs around his waist pulling him further towards her.

Chibs pulled out and grabbed her hips, turning her over, so she was on all fours. He slid in her from behind, grabbing her long hair and tugging her head back until she screamed in ecstasy. He leant forward, wrapping an arm round to grab her breast, his mouth nipping at her neck hard enough to leave her with a mark. When she went away, he wanted her to remember whom she belonged to.

Kip shook his head and pulled his vision away from the window. Resuming painting the house, he could still hear them talking dirty to each other through the open window. A few minutes later, he heard both of them reach orgasm and he decided that now was as good as time as any to move his ladder.

When Kip had finished painting, he ventured into the house warily. Chibs was in the kitchen—thankfully, fully dressed, peering in the fridge. Charlotte was nowhere to be seen.

"Finished?" Chibs asked, slamming the fridge door shut. Kip just nodded, afraid to say anything for fear it would land him in serious trouble.

"Charlie!" Chibs yelled, walking to the bottom of the stairs where Charlotte appeared a few seconds later, also fully dressed.

"Stop yelling!" she grumbled as she reached the bottom step.

She hated it when he yelled. It made her feel uneasy. Chibs grabbed a fistful of her hair as he moved forward to kiss her. Charlotte smiled and wrapped her arms round his shoulders, kissing him again. He teased her by flicking his tongue across her bottom lip. She whimpered lightly until he finally relented and slid his tongue against hers, a free hand moving to her ass to squeeze tightly.

Kip shifted on his feet nervously, knowing that he had to get out of there and fast before he wound up blurting out something totally inappropriate that would lose him his place in the Sons of Anarchy for good and possibly a few teeth as well. Floorboards squeaked under his slight movement, which seemed to spring Chibs and Charlotte away from their actions. He saw Chibs hand her some money and his eyes widened. Was Charlotte a hooker?

"It's for your trip," Chibs explained to her as she started to protest.

Kip exhaled in relief that she wasn't a prostitute.

Charlotte protested again, but then he physically opened her palm and placed the money there.

"Take it," he ordered, "You got the Pre-Pay?"

He already knew the answer, but he liked to hear her confirm it.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"That's my girl," he smiled and he leant down to kiss her again.

Charlotte flitted her gaze to Half-Sack, whilst looking slightly nervous. Chibs turned away from her and opened the front door, pushing Half-Sack out onto the porch.

"Let's go, Prospect."

He turned back and winked at Charlotte before flicking his sunglasses back over his eyes.

Walking down Charlotte's front path, Chibs placed his arm around Kip's shoulder.

"I dunno what you think you saw in there Prospect, but you best not narc to nobody or you can kiss your Top Rocker good-bye and your new nickname will be No-Sack. You get that?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure," Kip swallowed thickly as he got on his bike.

Chibs placed a wet kiss on his cheek.

"Good boy."