A/N: Dear Love, hope you enjoy this second installment of your birthday fic. It got a lot naughtier than I'd originally planned, but hopefully it works.
Rufus taps Miles on the shoulder. "Here." He lays a key next to Miles's whiskey.
"What's this?"
"Room key."
Miles looks the giant up and down. "Sorry, Mister. You're not my type."
Rufus frowns. "Right back at'cha, Assface. Jo said to give it to you for later. You'll be staying over at the boarding house." The bartender looks around to make sure nobody is paying attention. "Same place Truman is staying at."
"Where's my buddy Jasper staying?" Miles asks suspiciously.
"He'll be with Jo 24/7. They'll stay here in a room upstairs. She works the tables when she's not dancing. He'll have all the same shifts that she has. When they aren't working, they'll be trying to get dirt on Truman."
"24/7?" Miles repeats with gritted teeth. "What the hell kind of dumbass plan is this?"
"Truman has his eye on Jo. She was doing okay solo till he started to pursue her. He's got it bad for her and truth is he's not good about taking no for an answer. I told him that she had a boyfriend. You two getting called here was all her idea, though."
"Where are the love birds now, anyway?"
"Back room. She's filling him in."
"Yeah, I bet she is."
Bass leans against a wall in the office, watching Charlie who is sitting on an old bench on the other side of the room. "So, I have to watch you dance in tiny sexy dresses and watch you wait tables wearing those same dresses AND I get to make out with you whenever we have free time so this asshole Truman believes I'm your guy?"
Charlie smirks, leaning back casually; her expression is smug. "Yeah, pretty much."
"Thought you hated me?"
"I used to. After all you did in the Patriot war…" She shrugs. "I don't hate you now. I don't always like you either. I'm ambivalent toward you these days, I guess."
He cocks an eyebrow. "Really? Cause the way you were mauling me out there was not what I'd call ambivalent."
Charlie's cheeks redden slightly. "That was just for show. I knew Truman was watching."
"Is he still here?"
"Yeah. He stays till we close up every night." She stands and turns toward the door. "Come on. Rufus probably needs us."
Bass reaches out and grabs her wrist. "Not so fast, Jo."
"Huh?"
"If I'm your man, and we've been apart for a while…" He trails his fingertips up her bare arm. "And this Truman asshole saw you come back here with me…"
"Yeah?"
"He's going to be watching the door so he can see us when we go back out there."
"So?" She tries to sound flippant, but now his fingers are tracing her collarbone. Slowly he runs his finger up her throat and then cups her cheek with his palm. She feels a little shudder. "So?" She asks again.
"So, if it was me out there watching, I'd expect that after this long in the back room with her lover who she hasn't seen for a while, you'd look…"
"Hmm?"
"Like someone who has welcomed her man back into her life properly." He uses his free hand to pull her close. "You need to look mussed and rumpled and…"
"And?" Her eyes go wide as she sees the hunger in his.
"And freshly fucked."
She has every intention of asking another question but before she has the chance, he crashes his mouth down on hers. This time he doesn't waste even a moment on anything soft or gentle. He goes right for the gold, biting and sucking and chafing her skin with his beard.
She doesn't kiss him back at first, but then he grasps her hips and yanks her close. Once again she can feel the hard ridge of his cock against her belly. She moans involuntarily and wraps her arms around his neck, arching into his touch.
He buries his hands in her hair, holding her in place as he lowers his mouth to her throat. She pushes at his chest when he begins to suck at her pulse point, but the feel of his tongue on her flesh as he pulls it through his teeth is far too intoxicating, and she stops fighting.
Bass leans back and looks at the mark he's left, smiling with satisfaction. Then he kisses her again and Charlie's knees go a little bit weak. Bass may be a jerk and an asshole, but the man knows how to kiss.
Without letting up the onslaught against her mouth, Bass slides his hands over the firm curve of her ass. He finds the hem of her dress and pulls it high, baring her cheeks, separated only by a thin strip of black lace. He traces the lace with a probing finger, finding her dripping with desire.
"Ambivalent, my ass," he says with a smirk before pushing her away. He walks to the door, but stops with his hand on the knob. He glances over his shoulder, taking in her messy hair, swollen lips, heaving chest and the purple mark on her throat. "Yeah, that'll do."
"You. Are. An. Asshole," Charlie grits out.
"Maybe so, but it appears I'm your asshole for the duration, Sweetheart. Thanks for picking me. This is going to be fun." Bass grins as he lets himself out.
Miles watches as Bass takes his place behind the bar. Charlie is still nowhere to be seen. "You guys were gone for a while. Everything okay?" Miles asks before taking a drink from his glass.
"I'm guessing that depends on which one of us you ask. I think everything is great."
Charlie appears. Miles growls when he sees the stubble burn on her cheeks and the hickey blossoming on her neck. "What the hell?"
"Don't worry about me," Charlie says with a sugary sweet smile. "I'm going to make him pay dearly for any liberties he takes."
Miles shakes his head angrily. "No liberties are to be taken. None at all."
Bass rolls his eyes. "Oh, calm down. It's just -"
"Incoming," Charlie hisses and the men shut up just as a newcomer approaches the bar.
Harry P. Truman is a thinner, younger, sleazier version of his brother. He's wearing a black shirt and old jeans. To look at him, you wouldn't know he has patriot sympathies. You'd know he's an asshole, but that's all. "Who are your friends, Jo?" He eyes the men coldly.
Charlie slides an arm around Bass's waist. "This is my boyfriend, Jasper. I told you about him, remember?"
Truman looks at Bass with narrowed eyes. "Thought you'd be bigger."
"Uh, why's that?"
"She was going on and on about what a good fighter you are." Clearly Truman isn't convinced.
"Jo might be a bit biased. I did a bit of fighting a while back and she was my biggest fan. Truth is I think watching me fight was probably when she started wanting me. You know how girls are…"
Truman looks back and forth between them as if he's gauging something.
"Anyway," Bass continues. "I just got into town and Rufus hooked him up with a job so that he could be close. Now that we're together again, nothing will keep me away from her."
Truman nods. "I can see why. Jo is a beauty." He openly looks her up and down. "She's been sadly neglected."
Bass narrows his eyes. "That won't be an issue any longer."
"And who are you?" Truman turns to Miles.
Miles scowls at him. "New in town. Call me Stu."
"Welcome to Arnette, Stu. Jasper." He leaves them without saying more.
"Seriously, that douche is our big threat? Let's just slit his throat while he sleeps," Miles says with distaste.
"We need to see how many layers there are to his little project. If he's the top of the heap, I agree. We should take him out. I'm just not sure that he is."
The rest of the night passes without incident, at least by Lone Star standards. There are thirteen fights, two stabbings and a threesome that takes place on the porch out front.
MIles shakes his head. "This place is like Sodom and Gomorrah."
Rufus hears Miles grumbling and smiles, showing off a few missing teeth. "Nah, those fuckers were pansies."
"So, this is our room?" Bass tosses his pack down on the floor beside the bed and looks around. The room is narrow. There is a chair and a small table and that's it. Charlie has a few dresses that hang on hooks along one wall. A wash basin and a softly glowing lantern sit on the table.
"Yeah." Charlie shrugs. "It's not so bad. Gets noisy at night sometimes, but it's better than sleeping on the hard ground."
Bass smirks. "So you're sharing your bed with me? I'm liking this job more and more."
"Don't get your hopes up. You are still sleeping on the -"
Bass yanks her close and covers her mouth with his, swallowing her words.
She gasps when he lets her go only to hold her tightly against his body. "We have company," he growls low against her ear.
"What?" Charlie can't focus on his words. His grip is iron.
"Someone is watching through a crack in the door. That ever happen before?" He keeps his voice a soft whisper, stroking her body with slow, sure hands.
She shakes her head. "Don't think so. Maybe it's Miles?"
Bass chuckles quietly before nipping at her earlobe. "Nah. He'd have broken down the door already."
"What do we do?"
"Depends." He kisses her again, delving deep, tasting and seeking. "Depends on how important this cover is."
"Been building it for six months." She bites her lip, uncertain. "It's important."
Bass feels a buzzing in his balls. He's wanted Charlie for over a year. Longer if he's honest. He'd almost given up when the Patriot war ended and still nothing had happened. Now, he's moments from finally getting what he wants, but he feels like he's winning on a technicality. "Up to you, Charlie." He brushes a long strand of hair out of her face and watches as she thinks through her decision.
Charlie straightens her shoulders. "Fuck it," she mutters.
He can't help but crack a smile. "Is that an order?"
"No. I meant…" Clearly frustrated, she bites down on his shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Bass hisses and his cock surges against his fly, painfully hard. "Meant what?" He growls.
"Let's give them something to watch." Charlie whispers, eyes bright with determination.
Technicality or not, this is happening. Shit. He draws in a deep breath.
When he exhales, she can feel the tendrils at her temple stirring slightly. Her nipples harden and her clit tingles. It's like her body is overheating at the very thought of what is coming next. And this isn't the first time she's thought about it.
Not the first time at all.
But she doesn't have time to dwell on it because his mouth covers hers again and this time it's not teasing. This is the real thing. His lips are firm and his beard brushes against her skin. Charlie's brain is barely keeping up with the shockwaves surging through her body as he backs her toward the bed.
Bass pushes her back onto the old faded quilt and she props herself up on her elbows, looking up at him. He's looming over her, devouring her with his eyes. "Wanted you for so long," he admits, his voice gravelly and low.
Me too, she wants to tell him, while need flutters through her stomach. But she's not quite ready to do that. Not quite ready to admit how she really feels about him.
"Then come down here and get me," she taunts instead, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
He licks his lips, his eyes burning with equal parts amusement and raw lust. "On my way." He reaches down and unsnaps his pants.
Charlie's breath catches as she watches raptly. He pulls the zipper down carefully over his erection. When it springs free, Charlie sucks in a breath with a hiss.
Bass's cock is perfect. Thick and long, straight and heavily veined, the head of it begs to be kissed and she doesn't remember wanting to suck something so badly in her life. Charlie licks her lips, watching as pre-cum glistens on his tip. "Fuck," she whispers.
Charlie reaches down, working her dress up and spreading her legs for him. He takes in her wet black panties with hungry, hooded eyes and grasps his dick. He begins to work it slowly with his fist.
"Take those off," he commands. "Want to see you."
She lifts her hips, rolling the fabric down and kicking it away.
He takes in her swollen lips and the drenched folds of her pussy, humming in approval. "Need to taste you."
Charlie groans as he falls to his knees, pulling her close to the edge of the bed. Bass lifts her legs over his shoulders and dives in, covering her pussy with his mouth, sucking at her sex, plunging his tongue into her slippery center.
She bucks against his mouth, feeling his chuckle against her tender flesh.
"Patience," he mutters into her folds, before taking her nub between his teeth. As he sucks her tender clit, he pushes two fingers into her pussy, finger fucking her with firm, shallow strokes.
"Holy fucking hell!" She cries out as she comes, wrapping her fingers in his curls and holding his face in place. He sucks and licks her through her orgasm, stopping only when she falls limply into the mattress.
"My turn?" He asks, greedily licking her juices from his lips as he stands.
Charlie nods and moves to sit in front of him. She reaches for his heavy balls, caressing them with gentle fingers. He makes a throaty sound as he tilts his hips closer to her. Bass's throbbing cock is now right before her. She looks up and meets his eyes as she takes his dick in hand and opens her mouth.
Bass can't wait any longer. He thrusts, pushing his cock between her perfectly plump lips with a flick of his hips. Charlie wraps her hand around his base, jacking his shaft as she worships his tip with the rough of her tongue.
Without warning, Bass pushes her down onto her back once more and hovers over her. He lowers his body to hers.
Charlie is so ready for his cock that when he doesn't enter her pussy, she feels cheated. "What are you doing?" She hisses as he begins to thrust against her belly, his cock firmly caught between their bodies.
Bass is shaking slightly, his voice harsh. "Making it look like the real thing for our peeping tom."
"You don't have to fake it. Want you. Need you."
He stills then and looks at her, eyes hot and questioning. "You sure?"
Charlie tilts her pelvis for a better angle. "So goddamned sure. Fuck me, Bass."
She's used his nickname before, but not often, and sure as hell never like this. He reaches down and lines himself up with her drenched center, rocking in deep with one thrust. "Your pussy is so hot. So tight." He begins to move, filling her with deep, slow strokes.
She feels the stretch as her body adjusts to his width. "More!" She begs, wanting all of him.
Bass goes deeper yet as he pulls one of her legs up over his shoulder and increases his pace. He bottoms out, the tip of his engorged penis pushing against her cervix. He grunts, before retreating and pushing in again. "How about that?" He asks, balls deep.
"Yes, but faster."
He shakes his head, laughing. "Whatever you want, Charlotte." He begins to drive into her with full force. The sounds of their bodies joining fill the room, and Bass feels his balls tighten. He drops her leg from his shoulder, leaning in close once again. He places his hands at the sides of her face and presses his lips to hers. He changes his pace, slowing to a steady, perfect rhythm.
"Oh God," she moans. "So close."
He stares into Charlie's eyes, feeling her body convulse around his cock with the first waves of her orgasm. Charlie lifts her head, kissing him as she comes. As her core explodes with sensation, she bites down on his lip and her nails scrape at his back.
Bass deepens the kiss. It becomes more needy, urgent, a little bit brutal. He begins once again to pound into her, fucking her through the last grasping spasms of her orgasm. She moans into his mouth and he's done, yanking free of her to pulse his seed on the drenched curls between her legs.
They collapse side by side on the bed, breathing heavily. "Whoa," she mutters.
Bass nods, his body exhausted. "Yeah."
Charlie turns to him. "So maybe I exaggerated when I said I was ambivalent toward you."
He lets out a throaty chuckle. "Ya think?"
She smacks him in the shoulder and he catches her hand, bringing her soft, warm fingers to his lips.
Charlie shivers at the tenderness of his touch. "Truth is, I've been wanting this for a long time."
"Mmmm, me too."
She grins happily at him. "I don't really think we should tell Miles about this. Okay?"
He looks her way with a satisfied smirk. "Never even crossed my mind, but for the record…" He trails off, rolling to wrap an arm around her waist and nuzzle her hair.
"For the record, what?"
"Best. Assignment. Ever."
She can't help but smile as she teases him. "I've had better."
"Liar." Bass grins against her ear. "And neither have I."
"Blow out the lantern, Bass." Charlie's voice is soft and sleepy. "Let's go to sleep."
Bass extinguishes the flame with a quick whoosh of breath. The room falls into blackness. "Hey, Charlie?"
"Yeah?" Charlie stands and slides out of her dress before getting back under the covers.
"The light? Why didn't we just do that to begin with? Nobody out there can see anything now." His voice is thoughtful and more than a little flirtatious.
"What would have been the fun in that?" She asks playfully. When he laughs, she joins in. "Come on, Sexy. Get in my bed. I need some sleep. I'm all tired and sore."
Bass pulls off his clothes and slides into the bed behind her, spooning her naked body with his own. "You're welcome."
A/N: A huge thank you to Romeo for doing a beta review! As always, your feedback and suggestions for change were invaluable and spot on. Thanks! Next chap should be up within the week.
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