Chapter 2
All my Ex's live in Texas
A.N. Here, have half a chapter. :)
It's a quiet month in the war against the patriots and Bass spends the time watching from afar as Charlie and her harem of men get most of the repairs to her home complete. The day he stops by, he finds them digging her goddamned flower beds for her.
He listens as she tells them the story of how her grandfather had given her these beautiful, precious bulbs that were her grandmothers, who she's named after of course, and now that she's a helpless, divorced female she just can't say enough about all these brawny, young men that have been so sweet to help, causing him to nearly choke on his lemonade.
The Charlotte Matheson he knows is one step away from being a fucking Warlord on the battlefield, barely a hair out-of-place when she takes a man's head, and can't believe this shit actually works. The look he gives tells her so.
"This is your world, Bass. I'm just trying to live in it," she smiles taking his glass to refill along with several others.
She invites him and Miles and Connor over for dinner and poker on Wednesday nights while Rachel and Gene are at church and Saturday nights finds them all at the bar.
Bass is still having his dry streak, four weeks in now, and is pretty much beyond frustrated. Miles knows that something is up but is having so much fun ribbing a pissy Bass that he doesn't want to know.
It's a busy Saturday night at the bar and she and Connor are in the middle of a game of pool when Bass comes to drag Connor home.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Charlie stomps over to get in his face. "It's not even ten o'clock and we're in the middle of a game here. Does it look like he wants to go home?" She asks demanding an answer from him.
"It doesn't matter what he wants." He snaps at her. "We're going home now, Connor." Bass barks turning on his heel expecting Connor to follow.
"Geez, what crawled up your ass?" Connor asks putting his stick away.
Connors getting ready to walk past Charlie when she flings her hand out against his chest, stopping his forward progress.
"Un uh. Get your ass back here Monroe." She calls after his retreating back.
He turns to find her blocking Connors path. "What do you want, Charlotte?"
"I want visitation."
"Excuse me?"
"I said I want visitation with my son."
"Your son?" he chuckles.
"That's right." Charlie replies crossing her arms as she leans back on her left heel hitching her hip out. "The day I became Mrs. Monroe, he became my son." She says pointing her thumb back at Connor, who's had no choice but to put on his Cartel face to keep from laughing at his father, "The day I became the ex-Mrs. Monroe is the day I became entitled to visitation."
They're nearly chest to chest now, and are clearly causing a scene if the lack of background noise is any indication, as Bass stares her down with his best General Monroe face.
He's pretty sure she doesn't even blink.
He looks towards Miles, who is going to be of no help if the way he's gasping for air is any indication and then towards Connor, who has the audacity to lean his chin on Charlie's shoulder.
"Yeah, Dad, I wanna spend the weekend with Mom. Why are you being so mean?" He blinks with his best puppy dog eyes.
"Unfuckingbeliveable." Bass spits out. "Fine, but no sleepover's and you have him home by midnight."
Charlie picks at a cuticle for a moment considering his offer. "Agreed. But you need to have him at my house by nine a.m. on Sundays for pancakes. They're his favorite," she purrs patting Connors cheek, "and nothing's too good for our boy."
Bass' response is muffled by a crashing noise as the bartender yells at Miles asking if he's okay from where he's lying on the floor next to a toppled bar stool. Spinning on his heel, he's about to stalk out of the bar when Charlie calls his name.
"What do you want now?" Bass growls turning back towards her.
She pulls a small bottle out of her front pocket. "Oh, this isn't for me. It's my gift to you." She smiles stepping close enough to press herself up against him. "I thought a little lube might help out during your dry spell. That hand is awfully calloused," she whispers next to his ear.
He jerks away from her, his mouth opening and closing in outrage and once again turns away from her stalking towards the bar doors. The entire place, other than Miles, is dead silent watching him. There's a sudden intake of air as he spins around and marches back towards her, yanking the bottle out of her hands before finally exiting the building.
There are candles burning in the living room and Bass has the door open before they even hit the first porch step. Charlie eyes him appreciatively as he stands bare-chested in a pair of soft cotton sleep pants that have seen better days but look comfortable as hell, slung low on his hips.
Connor bends to kiss her cheek, "Night, Mom."
"I'll see you in the morning for breakfast, Sweetie."
"Can't wait!" he replies as they make their way up the steps to a waiting Bass who is not amused.
"Night, Dad!"
Charlie waits till he's gone down the hall to his room before turning to Bass. "See? Home all safe and sound."
"You realize your being ridiculous, don't you?" he asks her.
She moves closer, not quite touching him. "You look flushed, Bass. Is everything, okay?"
"Everything's fine, Charlie."
"Mmmhmm," she replies sniffing the air as she runs a finger along the damp edge of his pants, before bringing it to her mouth.
He watches her eyes flutter shut as her mouth envelopes the digit, her tongue swirling around it as she slowly withdraws it from her mouth.
"I see that it is. You know, Bass, in my world, Connor can have a sibling. Too bad that's not an option in yours."
Licking her finger once again, she reaches out to circle an already tightened nipple, before blowing on it. She's standing close enough that she feels his cock jump against her belly.
"Sweet dreams." She whispers slipping away down the stairs.
They come walking through the door without knocking at nine the next morning.
"Mom!" Connor calls out as he shuts the front door.
Charlie appears at the top of the stairs with nothing but a man's shirt on. "You're here!" she claps in pleasure. "The pancakes are on the back of the stove and the table's all set so help yourselves. I'll get dressed and be right down."
Connor eyes his Dad who's still looking up the stairs. "Mom's looking pretty hot today, isn't she?"
Turning towards the kitchen, Bass shakes off her words from last night, smacking Connor on the back of his head as he passes him, "Don't talk about your Mother that way."
Wednesday night after dinner they check in at the local headquarters on the way home from Charlie's and discover orders waiting. But they're not for them. They're for Charlie.
Miles and Bass play Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who's going back out to tell her.
"Why don't we make him tell her," Bass whines pointing at Connor. "He's her favorite."
"Not a chance." Connor says backing away. "I know she says she likes the chance to get away from all of us, but her behavior says otherwise and I am not touching that with a ten foot pole."
At the look Bass gives him he holds up his hands in surrender, "Not touching ever again and I'm just gonna go now," he says stumbling out the door.
"It must really suck having to deal with the ex." Miles says shaking his head. "Having to deal with visitation issues, delivering bad news," he continues shoving the paperwork against Bass' chest giving him no choice but to grab at them before they drop.
"I hate you," Bass replies tidying up the paperwork up as he glares at his best friend.
The house is dark when he lets himself in. He's never been upstairs before but knows that her room is at the front of the house so quietly takes the stairs, stopping with a pained wince when one of them creaks loudly under his boot. Continuing on, he takes a moment to orientate himself at the top of the stairs and creeps along to her bedroom. The closed-door squeaks loudly as he opens it, standing off to the side. "It's just me, Charlie," he says softly knowing that she's probably been awake since his boot hit the creaky step.
He hears a huff and safety's being clicked on, before he takes a chance walking in the dark room.
"What are you doing here, Bass, besides trying to get yourself killed?"
"Orders came through."
She reaches out her hand and he hands them over. "Light the lamp for me?"
He sees the outline of it on the table next to her and in a few strides is putting flint to steel in order to strike a flame. When he puts the glass lamp over lit wick he finally gets a good look at her. She's sitting up in bed surrounded by a various assortment of guns, hair tousled, the important parts of her covered by a sheet that's hanging on by a single hand clutched to her breast as she attempts to flip through the paperwork.
She begins to absent-mindedly hand him the guns that are surrounding her, the sheet slipping down to her shapely hips as she continues to read, her lush breasts on display.
"Charlie." He groans placing the shotgun in the closet.
"Huh. What?" she asks distractedly looking up from the papers in her hand, the other hand buried in her hair as she reads through them.
He looks pointedly at her, causing her to look down realizing that she's let the sheet go.
She chuckles pushing the hair out of her face as she begins to fold the papers back up. She'll burn them in the morning. "Damn, Bass," she smiles her eyes dropping to his jean covered crotch, "if these little ol' things are getting you off, you really are hard up."
"Don't. Don't do that," he says gruffly.
"Do what?" she asks cocking her head, her long tresses spilling over her shoulder teasing him as it gives fleeting glimpses of a pink-tinted nipple.
"Put yourself down like that. You're perfect."
She smiles widely at him, giving him a glimpse of the dimple that she so stingily saves for her harem.
She reaches out, turning the wick down in the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Tossing the sheet aside, she gets out of bed taking the few steps to place herself in front of him.
"Thank you for thinking so," she says reaching out swipe her hand over the hard ridge in his pants. He catches her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth where he kisses her wrist, running his tongue over the smooth skin. He watches as she dips her other hand between her legs, can only imagine what her fingers are doing, when she lifts them to his lips.
"These might taste better," she says running sticky wet fingers over his lips.
He takes a deep breathe in through his nose, committing the smell to memory as she slips a finger into his mouth letting him suck it clean before exchanging it for another. He watches as she bites her lip, her breasts brushing against his jacket covered chest with every inhale. She pulls away from him when his mouth finally relinquishes the last finger.
"Come to bed with me, Bass. I'll be gone at least a few weeks. Don't you want a break in that dry spell?" she asks crawling up on the bed.
"That's probably not a good idea, Charlie," he manages to choke out as she position's herself up against the headboard, legs splayed open in invitation as she runs her fingers through her folds that are so wet he can hear it from here, her flavor still lingering in his mouth.
"That's too bad." She hums slipping a finger inside herself, "because you'll be getting me off one way or another tonight."
He watches as her head tilts back and a hand comes up to pluck at her now fully exposed nipples, her other hand continuing to work in the valley between her legs.
Pulling the door with him, he backs out of the room. Pressed up against the wall behind him, bathed in shadows, he quickly unfastens his pants biting back a moan as his cock and balls escape their confining restraints.
Taking himself in hand he works his cock to the sounds of her breathy moans and sighs as she continues to get herself off. He's holding back, willing her to come with his mind, when she finally does his name tripping off her lips and bouncing off the walls,
He bites his lip bloody in an effort to keep silent as he comes harder than he thinks he's ever come before, his own head thrown back against the wall as he tries to get his breathing under control. When he thinks he can finally walk again, he tucks and zips, pushing off the wall. Just as he's about to put his first foot on the stairs he hears her voice as it carries out to him.
"Good night, Bass. I'll miss you."