Secrets of Desire

4.

Bass curses at some more fucking rain that has been beating down on him nonstop for the past three hours. The drops of rain mix with drops of sweat that travel down his neck.

He can see the contours of their safe house as grey blurry lines through the veil of rain that spreads through the whole forest. Bass moves his hand through his curls to move them out of his god damn face.

He has scouted the area, making sure those kaki assholes are not around. It has been one miserable long afternoon. All he wants now is to kick out his soaked boots, get out these annoying as hell wet clothes and get some whiskey inside his system. But even the beating of the rain and miserable clothing clinging to the hard lines of his body, can't keep her out of his damn mind.

One day earlier

She cleans her gun. She takes care of her crossbow. She hunts. But even when she is focussed on the forest and her next kill, her memory replays the low enraging groans behind her. His low enraging groans. And even when she tries to concentrate on the movements of her fingers as she aims her crossbow at what will be their dinner, the memory of his muscled thigh under the palm of her hand is there with every single heartbeat before her next kill.

He drinks. He argues with Miles. He takes care of his blades and gun. But even the burn of whiskey and a bitching Miles cannot stop the image of her coming with her fingers in her panties and her lush lips slightly parted with one final moan escaping from those lips of hers. His mind keeps on dragging him back to whatever the fuck it is that happened last night. The image of her fingers gliding into her damn pants are making him hard again as he sits on one of the steps of the wooden porch of the house.

After breakfast, Bass sits at the kitchen table with Miles. Both men are sharing a bottle and they are talking about Blanchard's next assignment and how Miles really should have killed the old bastard when he had the change, for making them wait in this safe house for so damn long.

The late afternoon light changes into early afternoon autumn darkness. Of course they are disagreeing on what that next move should be and Bass enjoys every fucking second of their discussion. It feels like the beginning, when their Republic had been young and life had been so much easier. When Independence hall had felt different with Miles still around.

They are in the middle of another round of insults when Charlie walks into the living room with a book in her hand. Her hair is still wet from the early morning rain and it is clinging gently to her temples. Bass focuses on his whiskey instead of the way her lips taunt him from across the room.

When she finally locks her eyes with his, he can see a clear challenging blue in her eyes that hides between all the other burning things that lay in her eyes that she somehow saves for him. Bass empties his glass while his eyes never leave her.

She has almost reached the couch. Monroe's guide her through the room like they had done so many times before out there on the road in one of their camps. Charlie looks at the familiar sight of Miles and Bass in the room with her, sharing a bottle. She was surprised at the easy way the three of them could make this arrangement work, but she isn't anymore. She has decided it is easier to accept that she, Miles and Bass make a good team on the road.

She looks at Bass' fingers, wrapped around his glass. It feels like whatever they had started last night in his room happened in another house. The dark cover of the night and the both of them alone, almost make it feel like it does not belong to the reality of this morning. Almost. Until his hungry stare and the way she is unable to not answer that stare with an urge to lick her bottom lip and taste that hungry glare of his, remembers her of everything that did and could happen.

The couch looks inviting in front of the fire Miles made two hours ago. Charlie had watched his skilled hands adjusting the wood before the sounds of the fire and its rich scent had filled the living room.

Bass 's eyes are drawn to the soft lines of her ass. Her jeans follows the lines of her ass, hips and legs effortlessly. Then he waits until she looks his way, so she has no choice but to notice how his eyes move over to her book.

Charlie takes a deep annoyed breath , bracing herself for what will be next. She almost makes it to the couch when he just has to open his mouth.

He can already see the fierce annoyance peak in her eyes and he has to bite back a smirk when he sees what he can do to her without even opening his damn mouth.

'Going to read, huh?' Bass says, when he looks straight at her. Charlie can almost feel his stare burning through the fabric of her tank.

Charlie feels how her heartbeat accelerates with smug slow sex dripping from each and every of his words.

Miles is sitting with his back towards her. She feels the hot burn of what happened last night rushing to her cheeks and her core. She thinks about that one book that is hidden in the drawer of her night stand. The images mixed with the memory of him, and his scent mixing with hers in his room, are rushing through her veins.

She is pissed at herself. Pissed for the way her mind makes it impossible for her to throw something back in his face. Something. Anything. She hates it when he does that.

Luckily for her, an irritated uncle intervenes.

'What in the hell is going on between the both of you?' Miles asks.

'Nothing,' Charlie says, her eyes piercing into Monroe's. She can see the amused huff of air escaping his mouth as his breath brushes his moustache. She is pleased her voice sounds firm and almost neutral. Almost. Although she is not able to keep all the irritation out of it. 'He is just being an ass. Nothing new'

Without looking at Bass, or her uncle, she turns her back towards the both of them. She curls up in a corner of the couch. her hair flowing over her shoulder in one graceful movement. She opens the book in her hands as golden locks are falling over her right shoulder. She feels the warmth of the fire in front of her brushing her face and the burn of his eyes on her behind her.

Fuck. Bass can still see her on that damn couch as he stomps up the porch steps. He shakes his head when he tries to shove her out of his damn thoughts. He lets the kitchen door slam shut behind him as his boots hit the wooden floor. The living room is empty. He throws his leather jacket over a kitchen chair on his way to the small bathroom on his right. When he pushes open the wooden door of the bathroom, there is some late afternoon light streaming in through a smudged window. As he sits down on the edge of the tub he lets out a miserable sigh as he starts on the laces of his right boot first.

Before he can even move on to his second boot the muffled sound of approaching bare feet on a wooden floor stop him. And then, a couple of bare toned legs walk into the small bathroom. He curses under his breath when she is standing in front of him, wearing one of Miles' shirts that barely makes it to her knees.

Charlie stops when she sees she is not alone. She feels how his eyes move over her legs like he is caressing them with his fingers. He is sitting on the edge of the large tub. Broad shoulders, drops of sweat with the scent of rain, running down the strong lines of his neck. His legs spread, her eyes registering his wide thighs.

She went out early this morning to hunt. And when she had returned , her whole body had given in to warmth that met her inside. Her eyes had slowly felt heavier with every warm minute spent inside.

She had walked to her bedroom and grabbed her favourite shirt to sleep in. It happened to be one of Miles and she liked having his familiar scent close. Bass had been somewhere outside. Miles had fallen asleep on the couch with a bottle of whiskey balancing on his knee. She had saved the bottle and she had put a blanket over her uncle's chest before she had walked back to her bedroom to grab some sleep.

She had woken up with the sound of rain against the window of her bedroom and the inviting idea of a warm bath. She had yawned lazily on her way to the bathroom. The part of her brain that had just woken up had registered him too late.

There is a whole lot of Monroe waiting for her in a very small bathroom. The cool shadows of the almost dark room send a shiver through her body.

Bass notices immediately. Her eyes burn through the brisk air of the bathroom. She is aware she is wearing only Miles' shirt. She is aware he is aware. She feels the sudden build up of something in her belly that is written in his eyes that is steel burning heat. It pulsates between them like a third heartbeat in the room with them.

'Come here..' Bass grunts. It's almost a command. Almost, because there is burning need for her hidden in those two words that take the edge of his low growl.

He has enough. He does not know whatever game she is playing, but he has enough of sitting around and wait for her to plot her next move. He is Sebastian fucking Monroe. He still takes what he wants.

The vibration of his voice is flowing through her body. She feels her own heartbeat. And then, she takes a first step towards him. She can see his eyes light up when she has made her decision.

She stops before him when his knees brush the outside of her hips. Her hand slowly moves to his temple as she lets her fingers glide into his wet curls.

He slowly moves his fingers over her side. She is standing between his legs as his fingers move up her shirt with every inch of her body he explores . The moment he feels her skin against his fingers is making him groan softly.

She watches how Monroe brushes her skin as he plays with their personal space. He is only touching her with two fingertips and she already feels wet warmth building between her thighs. When she think he is going to claim her breasts he stops. He makes a deliberate trail from her side to her belly. She pants softly when his fingers move through moist curls.

Bass feels a surge of steel lust moving from his balls to his cock as he registers how fucking wet he is making her. It is making him hungry for more.

Even when he is sitting down in front of her and she is standing in between his thighs, he is still tall enough so she has to meet his eyes right in front of him.

'So tell me something...' his voice is low. He has control over each and every word he needs her to hear. He moves through her wetness as his fingers move over her clit in a possessing way. He cruelly grins at hearing the first moan she cannot hold back., ' ...when you fucked yourself with your fingers on my god damn bed, ...did you think about these fingers, Charlotte?'

Bass adds more pressure to her clit before he lets two fingers slip inside of her with an excruciating slow pace. 'Did you think about them before?'

Charlie has to close her eyes because she is slowly breaking under his touch. He has found out her secret. The one she has been trying to hide from herself. She can't feel her legs anymore and she is not sure that her feet can carry her when his fingers slowly fuck her.

But then he catches her. She feels a long hard arm around her waist. She opens her eyes as she watches steel and hard lust for her in his eyes. So close. So deep. His fingers finding more pleasure inside of her. He moves his tongue over his lips when he keeps on moving his fingers in and out of her.

He adds another finger and moves deeper inside of her. She can hear the sound of Bass' fingers between her legs as Bass' steel blue eyes force her to come as all there is in this small bathroom are her own heartbeat and him. His fingers. How wet he makes her. Her thighs clenching around his large hand. The sounds she makes around him.

Bass feels a surge of wild lust in his cock when he watches and feels Charlie come. There is a smug victorious grunt rolling of his lips when he feels her spasm around his fingers. Her hand has moved over his shoulder to brace herself and her fingers are burning through his shirt. She has not even noticed but the fact she is reaching out for him to steady her, makes his cock swell with all of her.

Bass feels like he is going to fucking explode. When she opens her eyes again he can still see the lust inside of her eyes. She wants this. He wants this. He will fuck her. Charlie takes in his scent of rain and sweat as Bass kicks out his boots and effortlessly pushes down his pants over toned trained thighs.

She watches his thighs as her eyes roam over strong balls and his wide cock. She bites her bottom lip to control a moan at the sight of so much man in front of her. He grabs her hips before he turns her around and yanks her into his lap with her back against his chest. His wide thighs encircle her.

He takes his cock in his right hand and moves the head to wet willing Charlie as he feels the warmth radiating from her entrance. She feels his rough curls brushing against the soft lines of her ass as she moves her hands to his knees to support her weight. Bass' arm around her middle pulls her close to his cock.

She turns so she can meet his eyes. She has to see his eyes. His strong jaw line brushes hers. He teases her, the head of his cock now gliding over her clit. He watches her wet lips and her willing eyes that scream her want for him.

'This what you want?' His voice is rough in the darkening bathroom.

Bass feels raw need and control pumping through his veins as they reach his cock. His mind screaming he is going to fuck her. Her. Her eyes scream asshole but hell, that dazed look, the way she opens her mouth slightly, her soft panting, he knows she will give in. But he wants to know she wants this as fucking much as he does.

When she finally answers him with a tilt of her hips to reach for his cock with her aching dripping wet pussy, his eyes light up in a dark, almost black, blue. A low groan from Monroe makes her feel like she has never felt before as she fucked, a low, certain sense of being wanted fills her as he fills her.

The last thing Charlie sees before she has to close her eyes to enjoy every inch of Monroe wanting her, is his moustache. His jaws. His dark lust for her in the way he looks at her. Bass curses as he finally feels what it is like to have her ride him as leans back to take in the curves of her ass.

He watches how she is slowly working her way up and down his cock. His eyes catch the moist dripping of his cock. All hers. His now.

Her soft sounds fill the bathroom as she feel how his cock responds to her panting, a twitch deep inside of her. Charlie gets lost in the rhythm of her own breath and his low grunts behind her. She can feel the muscles of his wide thighs at work under her legs. His legs are wide muscles support under her legs and hands as she is riding him. His arm is still around his middle, supporting her weight and moving with her every time he pushes inside of her.

His cock between her thighs is filling her, over and over again. Every time she lowers herself over his cock, she lets him fill her up even more. Until he has enough. Until she feels the shift in him.

His fingers claim her hips with force. His hands are wide and demanding, his arm almost crushing her middle as she cannot feel the bathroom floor under her feet anymore. Without pulling out of her, Bass lifts her up as he walks, with her in his arms, away from the tub.

She feels how he lifts her high in the air and how his cock finds another spot that makes her pant with that new sensation while he walks her across the room. She reaches behind her and moves her hand and arm around Bass' neck. Bass stops before the sink across from the tub.

He puts her filmy back on her feet as he places his hand between her shoulder blades. He pushes her forward. She braces herself with her hands now resting on the sink in front of her. He starts thrusting inside of her with a strong rhythm. She moans every time he fills her right before he pulls back.

Bass watches how his cock is moving in and out of her. He follows the line of her body with his eyes. Her hair is moving over her shoulder, just like it did on the couch yesterday when she was reading. Her neck flows into strong shoulders and a the arch of her back hidden under her shirt. And then, he watches his hands around her damn hips and the way he is pumping inside of her. That is the exact fucking moment he cannot hold back.

He yanks her closer with his hands around her hips as he chooses a pace that she seems to crave just as much as him.

Charlie's fingers curl around the cool material of the edge of the sink as she melts into his rhythm. The force of his thrusts vibrate all the way through her clit and with her eyes closed and Bass' hands around her hips, she comes right before him. It's like he has waited for her, as she feels one last deep thrust, right before she hears the low roar of his release close to her ear.

Author's Note I am so sorry this update took so long! Thank you to all of you who are still reading this story, I am already working on the next chapter(s) and will publish another chapter somewhere next week! Love from Love