Chapter 6

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They headed home when the sun began its fiery descent, painting the sky with a dizzying array of hues. Miles rode on ahead of them, grumbling about all the eye-fucking making him nauseous. Bass and Charlie didn't talk after that, just rode along together enjoying the evening.

When they arrived, Rachel was putting dinner on the table with Gene's help. Charlie had taken a liking to her Grandpa and greeted him warmly. She ignored Rachel taking the empty chair between Bass and Miles. The tension at the table was undeniably thick, as the men tried to carry the weight of the conversation, Charlie or Rachel only speaking when asked a direct question. When Charlie finally pushed her chair back and stood, Bass nearly cried with relief.

"Aren't there some chores or something I need to do?" She inquired directing her question at Miles.

Bass stood, reaching out to take her elbow. "I'll show you."

"You be careful, Charlie," Gene warned.

"Grandpa, didn't you just tell me this morning that I need to get back to my old routine. That it would help jog my memory?"

Rachel looked up at the two of them, calmly setting her fork down. "Since sleeping with Bass wasn't part of your old routine, do you think it's such a good idea to start now?"

Charlie felt Bass' fingers tighten slightly on her elbow just as Miles slammed his hand down on the kitchen table causing the dishes to rattle.

Charlie simply smiled, "I'm sure a little physical activity is just what the doctor ordered, right Grandpa?" Charlie replied as she bent down kissing Gene on the cheek. As soon as Charlie and Bass walked through the back door they heard Miles explode.

Bass had a thoughtful look on his face every time Charlie ventured to glance over at him as they fed the animals and mucked out the stalls in silence. Finally, she had enough and sat down on a hay bale with a sigh. "What's on your mind, Bass?"

He shook his head, amazed that she could still read him so easily, as he took his time putting the tools away in the store-room before coming to sit beside her. "Before," he began, motioning with his hand toward her, "we had all gotten to a really good place. You and I were both getting along with Rachel and it was good. It really was."

Charlie nodded her head as she listened to him, instantly understanding what he was getting at. "So why do I want to go change it up now?"

"Well, yeah. I've told you how it was before. You know we were nothing but partners."

"And were you happy simply being my partner, Bass?"

"I was happy with what I could get."

Charlie twisted so that she could straddle his lap, curling her fingers through his hair. "I may not remember much from before, but from what I've seen now? It's not enough to just settle, Bass."

They were so close Bass could feel her lips moving as she spoke. With an impish grin she flicked her tongue out, licking the middle of his top lip. Bass growled as he ground her hips down against his. Charlie gasped as she rocked forward on the hard ridge in his jeans, her breasts colliding with his chest.

Nipping at his jaw, she scooted back until she was standing between his legs. "I didn't get to finish my bath last night and I know you haven't had one. I'll finish out here while you go get cleaned up.

Bass shook his head. "I'm going to need a few minutes before I do anything," he informed her pressing the hand he was holding to the erection that was straining his zipper. He kissed the palm of her other hand. "You go first."

Nodding, Charlie broke free of his grasp, heading towards the bath house as Bass fell backwards on the hay with a sigh.

When Charlie emerged from her bath, Rachel and Gene were both mounted on their horses and Miles was talking to Bass. Bass spotted her first, jerking his head in her direction. They shook hands and Miles headed in her direction.

"Hey, Kid," he said with a smile.

"What's going on?"

"Rachel is going to stay in town with your Grandpa for a few days, just until you get up to speed around here. I'm going to ride in with them, make sure they get there in one piece. It'll probably be late when I get back."

Charlie gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Miles. I didn't mean to cause so many problems for you."

Miles grabbed at her one-handed, pulling her to his chest. "You are all that matters to me Charlie. Always." He kissed her head, letting his lips linger for a moment before turning away.

Charlie gave her grandpa a wave and watched as they rode out. Bass had disappeared so she headed into the house. Picking up the lit oil lamp in the kitchen, she headed upstairs. Setting it on the dresser, she turned it down low before undressing and putting her clothes away. Turning down the bed, she patiently waited for Bass to arrive.

He arrived shirtless, jeans slung low on his hips. Locking the door behind him, he slipped off his boots, setting them at the end of the bed before making his way to where Charlie sat on the bed.

The stared at each other for several long moments before Bass finally spoke. "Are you sure about this Charlotte? Because there's no going back once it's done, even if you do get your memories back."

Charlie answered in her own way. "I want to see you, Bass. All of you. Like I did that first morning. "

Bass stood still trying to decide if this answer was good enough or not, popping the button when he realized in the long run it didn't really matter. It became glaringly obvious that his jeans were all he had on as he lowered them down his hips, kicking them aside as Charlie licked her lips, reaching out to smooth a hand down his flank. Flicking her eyes up to his face, she smiled. "You're beautiful, Bass,"

With a grunt, Bass dropped to his knees in front of her. Running his palms up her legs, he suddenly yanked her forward scooting her hips to the edge of the bed.

"Bass," Charlie breathed barely daring to imagine what he was doing.

"I want to see you, too," he said spreading her thighs apart, running his hand up to her center, parting her folds with his fingers. Meeting her eyes one last time, Bass buried his face in her pussy causing Charlie to squeak, tangling her fingers in his hair as his tongue lashed out against her.

"So beautiful," he uttered between licks as his fingers replaced his tongue inside her. Pushing her back on the bed, he propped her legs on his shoulders. Just as Bass hoped, the more she enjoyed what his mouth and hands were doing to her, the harder she pushed her pussy into his face. When she finally came, he lapped up every bit she had to offer before crawling up her body. "I want you to taste yourself," he whispered before plundering her mouth. Charlie gasped and moaned, clutching at him as he made sure she tasted every bit of herself that remained on his face and his mouth.

Hitching her leg up high on his hip, Bass slid into her slippery depths, slowly with slick, steady strokes. Their gazes met and locked, sweeping her out of reality on a tidal wave of emotion as her breathing grew heavier. God, he was sexy. Dark and dangerous, that sense of something untamed, barely suppressed below the surface. Even if she got her memories back, she'd never understand how she had been able to resist the pure, unadulterated sexuality that shone in his eyes. Breaking her gaze, he tilted his head to suckle on her neck as he pumped in and out of her, tilting her hips just right so that his pubic bone was hitting her clit on every upthrust causing her to mewl with need.

Grasping her thigh he rolled them over, Charlie hovering over him as he took himself in hand and guided himself to her entrance seating her firmly against him. With a grin, Charlie tugged at his shoulder urging him into a sitting position as she anchored herself firmly with a knee on each side of him. He grasped at her hips helping her to find a rhythm that worked for her. Throwing her head back as she ground down against him, she took his hands bringing them up to her breasts. Bass smiled at her unspoken demand. Placing one hand on her lower back pulling her closer to him, he used the other to knead at a breast while bringing his mouth to the other, sucking the tip into his mouth. "Harder, Bass" she gasped as her moments became jerky.

Biting down on the nipple in his mouth Charlie cried out, her entire body going stiff as her pussy clenched around his dick causing Bass to hiss in pleasure. "God, you are so beautiful, Charlotte," he murmured as he pulled her mouth down to his as they rode out her orgasm. When her body eased its grip, he lifted her up, maneuvering her on her belly next to him on the bed.

Positioning himself behind her, he gripped her waist, sliding back in her. Charlie's back dipped as she pushed back against him making sure he was as deep as he could go. He moaned at the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. Grabbing at her shoulders as the urge to just simply fuck her overcame any other thought process, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass, along with her whimpers and moans pushed him straight over the edge. He managed to pull out just in time to splash her inner thighs with copious amounts of thick liquid.

As his body finally stilled, Charlie collapsed on the bed face down with a satiated sigh, mumbling into the mattress. Resting his head on her back for a moment until he caught his breath, he reached out grabbing the wet cloth on the wash stand, holding her down as he cleaned her thighs, the rough cloth causing her to jerk as it occasionally came into contact with her over-sensitized tissue. He managed to get her to cooperate long enough to put her head on a pillow so that he could cover them with a blanket.

"You okay?" He asked pressing his lips to the top of her head.

She hummed pressing her lips to his shoulder. "Something good finally happened."

Grabbing her hand, Bass pulled it up to his mouth kissing her knuckles as he pulled her in tighter to his body.