Secrets of Desire
7.
Three days later
She tells Miles and Bass she is going to hunt. She is. But she also needs air. She needs to put some space between her and Bass. Both men are sitting in the living room. Two men, two glasses of booze and a comfortable silence meet her when she looks at both of them.
When she grabs her crossbow, Miles nods from his place on the couch in front of the fire. His large fingers casually around the glass of the bottle, his shoulders more relaxed than Charlie has seen in a while.
Miles knows how much she needs her space because she is so much like him. He tells her to keep her stupid to a minimum with one nod of his head. She nods back when she walks to the kitchen door. They understand each other with just that nod.
Miles' deep eyes focuses on the fire on front of him again. The glow of the fire caresses the necklace around his neck.
But Bass...Bass. The strength of his eyes that intentionally look for hers almost make her forget about the forest and her plans waiting for her out there. But then she reminds herself of the task that waits for her in the forest surrounding their safe house. Hunting. Food.
So she walks outside, needing the distraction of cold wind swirling around her and the rain against her skin. Welcoming that focus on her crossbow in her hands and her next kill. But when she walks of the steps of the porch , even that brisk air and the rain softly beating against her forehead and hair, cannot push him out of her thoughts.
She had hardly slept after she had left his bed, his scent and him behind. In the darkness of her own room, she had grabbed an old shirt from her bag before she had moved into her bed. Feeling his mark of release and lust still softly against the skin between her breasts.
A part of her had wanted to fall asleep after he fell asleep, wrapped in blankets and him. Sated with her own orgasm, filled with the power of his. Another part couldn't.
So she had walked back to her own room when Bass had fallen sleep. But her thoughts had been with him. They still are and it pisses her of. Her frustration is right there with her with the sounds of birds in the trees around her and in her boots hitting the forest ground under her. She needs to take a step back from images of him and her that keep on invading her mind.
Him behind her, thrusting deep inside of her standing in front of that sink, bracing herself with her fingers curled around the cool material of that sink of a small bathroom filled with shadows that one late afternoon.
Him behind her, his strong arm between her thighs and his fingers filled with skill and pleasure and inside of her, his breathing close to her ear.
His eyes, filled with lust and steel need for her, when his thighs embraced her body when she had known how he would taste, his taste of musky man, his scent. His grunts.
Bass. He is close when her boots move over small pebbles and wet leaves on soft forest moss. First they fought, in every possible way. Each other. Together.
She tried to keep him out. In every possible way. Her mind, and heart, had tried. They fucked. But with every fuck something shifts between them.
She can't stop the sigh that escapes her chest. It's a sigh filled with sated thoughts, new hunger and deep frustration. She fucks guys. For one night, maybe longer if they offer her something that is worth repeating. Then she moves on. She likes to keep things simple. She does not allow them to linger in her mind like this. Not like he is now.
It's raining as grey fills the forest. She listens to the forest, soaking it up with all her senses. Her eyes move through the spaces between the trees, looking for movements. The metal of the crossbow is pressing against her shoulders.
Autumn is slowly dripping from the leaves around her. She takes a deep breath in. She finds the path she was looking for, the one that meanders through and deeper into the forest, with ease. He also finds her.
She hears him before she sees him. She hears a low and soft sound she knows by heart by now. The sound of his boots on the forest ground. She turns, quickly. She meets his eyes. They are filled with a hunger and everything that has been there since the moment she had turned on that path in another forest right outside Vegas when he had found her, when she had been tracking him.
He had been there, blazing his eyes into hers, so blue and so harsh and so, so much, his gun in his hands. All of him.
Bass watches her. He feels his heart beat strongly inside his chest. The advantage of a drunk brother who passes out on a couch every fucking day, is that he can slip away when he wants to. He had to follow her.
He had no fucking clue what he was going to do when he would actually find her. Hell, it's that one fucking day all over again, when he had been waiting for her, close to another path, hidden behind some trees after he found the warrant posters with his god damn head on them.
He had watched her and her strength in the swing of her hips, with that son of a bitch bounty hunter walking behind her and staring at her ass while she had told him she would kind of poke his eyes out of he kept on staring at her ass. It had made the whole let's fucking knock the asshole of his damn feet so much more fun.
He is not sure what he is going to say. Or what she is. But after all the fucking, the falling asleep, the challenge in her eyes and the taste of Charlotte, sweaty, strong sweet dept, he knows he is not going to just walk away from this.
She has called him delusional and he knows she has some damn good reasons to feel that way, but he is not that far gone that he cannot see something real when it is right there in front of him.
Her hair is wet from the rain and is clinging to her temples and the soft lines of her cheeks. It makes her eyes look bigger, bluer. It draws his attention to her hot mouth, to soft pink and the lushness of her lips and memories of what exactly she did with that mouth of hers in his god damn bed.
The path and the both of them on it, triggers memories of another forest. He can read those memories in her eyes. She is there again as well. There in a another forest filled with loathing, hate, an unconscious bounty hunter and Charlie so fucking close, telling him he was delusional. Fuck, he had felt his cock twitch when she had been close enough to feel the cool loathing for him in her eyes. He had been busy telling his cock to shut up when she had been busy telling him to go to hell.
Bass feels the same lust he had felt for her then as a roar in his chest.
It is fuel for what he will do next.
Charlie feels her heartbeat in her chest as she watches how one emotion after the other appear in his eyes. She cannot look away from Bass. She had tried to walk away. To look away. To push him away. She can't. Not anymore.
She remembers. She remembers standing so close to him she had been able to take in the scent of his breath. She had been able to take in the scent of his sweat and watch the strong lines of his jaw and the lines around his eyes when she had tilted his head to tell him he was delusional.
He had been tall and his chest had been close to her. She had been able to see one moment of vulnerable honesty in his eyes she had thought was fake and him getting what he needed from her, when he had told her he was going with her.
The rain makes a trail from his dark blonde curls at the nape of his neck to his strong shoulders and wide chest hidden under the black leather of his jacket. She locks eyes with him like they have done so many times before. On the road, in one of their camps. In battle. Vegas. Austin. The war.
She slowly moves her crossbow from her shoulder without looking away from him. Looking back, it is the movement of her hand that will change everything. She waits. She watches him. She knows he will take a step towards her now she has taken this first step towards him without even moving.
He does. And when he is standing before her, so tall, so much of Bass and close enough she can see that small scar on his chest right above the line of shirt, he wraps his hand around hers and her crossbow in it. He takes it and puts it on the ground next to their boots. The intensity in his eyes burn through her.
She looks. He looks.
And then, everything that never happened when it was just them on the road somewhere between Vegas and Willoughby happens.
His mouth clashes with hers and Charlie feels the force of Bass' strength when he shoves her against a tall tree behind her. She is not sure if he is kissing her or she is fighting him with her mouth and tongue. Every single unspoken thing of the both of them fighting the past two years, finds them as it creeps into the movements of eager fingers, demanding hands and his harsh breathing, giving away how much he needs to fuck her.
Charlie wraps her arms around his wide shoulders. She feels the cool wet leather of his jacket under her fingertips. His hand claims her breast. He adds more pressure and Charlie moans without boundaries into his mouth. He is in control when he opens her pants and moves his fingers into her panties. He grunts at how wet she is. Wet for him. Charlie is out of breath when she yanks him closer to where she wants to feel him with her arms around his neck.
Bass soaks up how fucking much she wants him there with her. She moans when his fingers are moving through wetness and warmth. She demands more when her hand moves over the hard bulge of his pants.
She feels the rough pressure of the bark of the old tree behind her press into her back. She does not care. She just feels the overwhelming need to feel him fill her up. Without looking away from her and with steel hard desire in his eyes he opens his zipper.
His cock is hard warmth against sensitive wet skin when he traps her between his chest and wide thighs and the wide tree behind her. When he thrusts inside of her she closes her eyes and slowly opens her mouth to let out a moan that makes his cock respond inside of her.
Her temple brushes his moustache and she can takes in the strong salty scent of sweat on his skin. The need to get lost in him fills her together with him thrusting deeper inside of her.
Bass yanks her even closer when he buries his cock inside of her again with his large hands around her ass. It's fucking freezing and her tight warmth around his cock makes him grunt with hunger for more.
It is still raining and his sweat is mixing with the rain as he keeps on slamming into her. She is out of breath and all she can is tilt her hips so she can meets the force of each and every of his thrusts. Charlie tries to keep him out. She tries to let it just be another fuck. But with every single thrust she is losing that fight.
Bass can only look at her and fuck her when he sees the exact moment Charlie finally surrenders to him, to his arms and thrusts, and him and to whatever the fuck it is that is happening between them since the moment she found him in New Vegas.
Her moans mix with his grunts until he can hear her whisper against his scruff. 'I'm coming...Bass...I'm...I...' Another grunt escapes from his chest as she moans, when his dick hits the right spot inside of her.
'...Bass...' Her whisper fills the space between her moans and his grunts and her chest and her breasts.
He does not let her finish. It is the way she is using his name that makes him almost fucking come inside of her. He trusts, again and again, adding pressure to her clit as the powerful hunger of being in control of making her come, fills his balls.
He comes right after her. He is breathing harshly when he looks at her and he finds her eyes waiting for him. Charlie pants as she is trying to catch her breath. The soft sounds of rain touching the leaves above them are close.
And then she looks up. And she finds all of the man he is to her now, right there in his eyes. His curls stick to his forehead. Her fingers still hold on to his shirt under his jacket. She has not even noticed she reached out for him when he filled her up, but her fingers refuse to let go of his shirt.
Bass looks at her. She is not letting go of his shirt. He is not letting go of her with his eyes. Rain and sweat flow over her eyelashes. He does not say a word when he slowly moves his hand to her temple. And with a new found gentleness he brushes some wet hair out of her face.
Author's Note This chapter is about a shift between the both of them and I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Thank you so much for your reviews and support, it means so much to me! I will publish the next, and final chapter, next week. Enjoy your day! Love from Love