Roman - Lane Hart Page 0,44
you want something to do, I can give you the names and addresses of the three vehicles we believe they’ve used. Maybe if you go by in person and talk to the owners or other people who were in the area, maybe you can find someone who saw one of them and could’ve gotten a look up close.”
“Let me have it,” I tell him, grabbing up my pen and turning over the back of the sheet.
“Give me a second to find my notes,” he says with a sigh just as a knock sounds on the open chapel door. I look over, expecting to find one of my brothers when, in fact, it’s Charlotte.
“Hey,” I say, surprised to see her here at the clubhouse. After last night and her reaction this morning, I thought she would’ve been hiding under the covers all day, refusing to speak to me because she was embarrassed. Standing there in a bright yellow sundress, the same color as her long hair, she doesn’t look like she’s ashamed at all. And there’s no reason she should be. Drunk Charlotte finally let me do to her what her body has needed for years.
“Hey,” she replies.
Wait, if she came by here instead of waiting for me to see her at the house tonight, something could be wrong.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” After that one softly spoken word, she shuts the door and then strolls casually over to my chair in her strappy white shoes, making me actually believe her. Charlotte is not the type of woman to hold back when she’s worried or stressed. In fact, she looks calmer and cooler than I’ve ever seen her. Well, other than last night when her head was thrown back and her lips were parted as she moaned with pleasure.
And just like that, my dick swells down my jean leg like I’m a horny, fifteen-year-old virgin.
“I’m, ah, just finishing up a call with Danny,” I tell her, dropping the pen to rearrange my cock so the hem of my jeans isn’t bending it the wrong way. “What are you up to?” I ask as her eyes follow the movement.
“Not much,” she says when she leans her ass against the table, putting me eye level with her stomach, her tits nearly spilling out the top of her dress. “I remembered last night,” she tells me, causing my eyes to finally lift to her face where her cheeks are growing a rosy red.
“You did?” I ask her with a grin.
“I did. And I remember I was selfish.”
“Selfish?” I repeat since that was the last word I would’ve used to describe her last night. Wild, sex-crazed, hot as fuck would be more appropriate.
“I owe you an apology,” she adds while I’m still processing the selfish comment.
“You do?”
“Would you prefer that I apologize with words or actions?” Charlotte asks.
Hold on. Is she flirting with me right now? She hasn’t really done that before except when she was drunk.
“Did you drive yourself here?” I ask in concern.
“Yes, why?” she asks.
“Just wondering if you’ve been drinking.”
“For your information, I’m totally sober. So, now will you answer the question?”
Apologize with words or actions?
I still don’t know what she means by actions, but Charlotte is like a nervous cat. The more you chase the nervous pussy, the more terrified it becomes and the longer it hides. You have to coax it out slowly which is why my balls are in agony right now, demanding I give them relief.
Before I have a chance to respond, Danny’s voice sounds in my ear. I forgot I was still holding the phone when he says, “Okay, I’m back.”
“Roman?” Charlotte asks.
“Ah, you decide,” I tell her.
“Decide what? I thought you wanted the names and addresses,” Danny says, his tone one of frustration.
“Sorry, I do want the names and addresses,” I agree, picking up my pen again and positioning it over the paper. Glancing up at Charlotte’s face, I try to read what’s going on with her while I tell Danny, "Go ahead. I’m ready.”
Apparently, Charlotte thinks I’m talking to her, because she sinks down to her knees and reaches for my belt buckle.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” I whisper to her.
“Give me a second, Roman. I’m running on two hours of sleep,” Danny grumpily mutters into my ear, assuming I’m talking to him. Charlotte, on the other hand, doesn’t answer me. Her fingers just continue undoing my belt and then my jeans, pulling my zipper down while I stare down at her in complete and utter shock.
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