Every year, Bad leaves the club for a few short hours to take care of … something. Ten years ago, his best friend died in a driveby shooting, leaving Charity alone. Bad was told to stay away from her. She was his best friend’s little sister, and so, he did. He continued the path of joining the Nomad Chapter of the Satan’s Beasts MC, and lived his life on the road. Seeing Charity once a year.
Wanderlust. She was born with it. For ten years, she lived the dream her brother had for her, but now it’s over. She doesn’t want to be trapped in a dream that was never her own. Selling all her furniture, and finishing up the lease on her apartment, she hits the open road. Her dream was finally going to come alive.
Ten years of keeping his needs under wraps comes to a head as he takes that first kiss. They have one night. One night to get their fill of each other, and then, they’ll part ways. Only, one night isn't enough.
It will never be enough.
Will Bad allow Charity to live her life without him? Or will they finally give each other a chance and realize they were destined to be together?
Be Warned: anal sex
With a towel in hand, she stepped out of her room but came flush against Bad’s body. He’d moved so close, and she hadn’t even heard him.
“Oh,” she said. “Er, here’s a towel.” She shoved it against his chest, trying not to think about how hard and firm it was.
She inhaled, only to detect the leathery scent as well as his masculine one combined with it.
Charity had always had a crush on him. Even after all of this time, it hadn’t changed. Bad never looked at her as anything other than his best friend’s little sister. It was embarrassing. There was a time she thought he might have felt something, but … nothing ever happened.
Tilting her head back, she tried to imagine him not kissing her. She didn’t want his kisses. She didn’t want anything from him. Not a damn thing.
Keep lying to yourself.
Bad took the towel and stepped past her, entering the bathroom.
Get a grip on yourself.
It was impossible.
She moved toward the kitchen. There were only two mugs on the counter, one kettle. Everything else was sold. She would be leaving everything else in the apartment.
Spooning out the coffee into the mugs, she didn’t bother with cream or sugar. Neither of them liked to water down their coffee intake. She also liked strong, dark coffee.
With the heavy scent of bitter coffee in the air, she turned to find Bad had wrapped a towel around his waist, but all of him was on display. She hadn’t seen him like this in over ten years.
It was impossible not to. He was so close, the apartment seeming to shrink with each second he was inside.
“I made you, a, er, I made coffee.” She picked up the coffee and stepped toward him, trying to keep her gaze away from his large, muscular, and heavily inked chest. A skull decorated his chest right over his heart. There were also some gravestones, as well as a hand coming out of the dirt.
Nibbling on her lip, she tried to not be distracted by him.
Bad took the coffee from her, but he didn’t move.
Why was he so close?
“Are you going to argue with me some more?” she asked.
He chuckled. “It’s not my place to keep you where you don’t want to be.”
Charity blew across the surface of her coffee before taking a sip.
She had just finished sipping her drink when Bad took the cup away from her lips.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. His hand cupped her cheek, and he tilted her head back. She looked up at him, a little surprised, and then, he slammed his lips down on hers, and all thought left her.