Chapter Nine
Cheryl hated arguing. Throughout the whole of her life she’d tried to avoid conflict. She despised yelling at her mother or starting anything that couldn’t be solved by conversation. Staring at Butch she waited for him to say something, anything. She’d thought about his reaction long and hard. There was no way for him not to blame her in the future. No matter how much he tried to deny it, she knew it wasn’t possible. The afternoon spent with all of The Skulls’ women had been a blast. She wasn’t too fond of Tate, yet the other women were amazing. Eva was such a darling with how she cared about everyone. Sophia, Kelsey, and Prue made up the numbers, and Rose was an old timer. She’d been married over ten years and had seen a lot of change within the club. None of the women tried to find out information about her and Butch. They were all happy to talk their girl talk. The only time they’d asked about Butch was when they were talking about sex.
They’d all been surprised to find that she’d not slept with Butch.
“Look, baby, can we talk about something else?” he asked.
“You’re going to avoid it. You quit the club because of me. When are you going to realize I don’t care about the club?” She stormed past him, pushing him out of the way.
“Don’t,” he said, grabbing her arm.
She stared at where he held her then up into his eyes. “You’ve got to stop using me as an excuse.”
“When I first met you, you were holding a stack load of Bibles. There was no way you were going to let me in your life.”
Cheryl glared at him. “In case you haven’t caught on, I needed the f**king money. The priest paid me to do that. I slept with a man I knew a matter of hours. I’m not some sweet innocent girl you need to protect. I never have been. Stop thinking that I am.” She threw her arms wide, hoping he’d get the message.
“You’re not some slut either.”
“I never said that.” She started to yell. “If I just bash you over the head will you start thinking?”
He smirked, enraging her more.
“You can’t do it, can you? You can’t take anything seriously. God, you’re going to drive me crazy.” She walked out of the kitchen, charging upstairs. The only way to calm down was to put some distance between them. There was no way she’d ever be able to look at him without getting angry otherwise.
“Cheryl, you can’t run away from this.”
“This is my house. You can leave whenever you like.”
What are you doing? This was supposed to be fun.
Slamming the door shut to the bathroom, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed from their argument.
Butch banged on the door. “Open up, Cheryl. This is stupid.”
Ignoring him, she unpinned her hair allowing the length to fall in waves around her. She felt horny. Turning this way and that, she glanced at her body from all sides. Licking her lips, she listened to Butch talk. Each sound sent a spark shooting through her body. She was more than ready for what he had to offer.
What are you doing?
As she cupped her cheeks, the heat radiated through to her palms.
A jolt of lust worked its way through her body. Wriggling out of her jeans, she removed her shirt revealing the plain cotton underwear. Butch had seen her naked, but she wanted to shock him.
They were alone with her son being taken care of. She didn’t want to waste the opportunity by arguing with him. The last thing she wanted to do was send him away without going to the next level.
“Stop doing this, Cheryl. Open up the f**king door.”
The door rattled from where he was tugging at the handle. Licking her lips, she took one quick glance at her reflection then turned toward him.
You can do this. It’s simple, and it’s what you want.
Clicking the lock, she opened the door. Butch had his back to her. Leaning against the doorframe she didn’t say a word, waiting for him to turn around.
Twirling a lock of hair, the heat was thumping through her system.
“Are you done runn—”
Butch turned and stopped talking. His gaze ran up and down her body.
“Hey, Butch,” she said, flicking the lock of hair out of the way.
“What the f**k happened?” he asked.
“I’ve been relaxing, and we’re going steady. You know I’m a single mother, and I won’t sleep around.” She stepped into the room. Cheryl wouldn’t have dreamt of doing this with anyone else but Butch. He made her feel confident in the way he looked at her. His very presence awakened her.
“Holy shit, f**k, baby, you’re so f**king hot.”
He reached out, spanning his hand across her hip. She glanced down seeing his large tanned hand against her pale skin. Butch had lost a lot of his suntan from not being outside. Cheryl hoped any decision he made in the future was what he wanted himself and not what he thought she wanted.
His gaze returned to hers. “We were fighting.”
“Our first fight and I think we can return to it later. We don’t need to waste our night over it.”
“I never want to argue with you.” He pulled her closer as he looked down her body. His eyes were directly on her br**sts. Since giving birth they’d gotten larger. She liked her fuller shape whereas some men hated a woman who liked her food. Cheryl wouldn’t be giving up the few pleasures in life, and food was one of them. Life was too short to give everything up in life. She hoped in the next few hours she could add a few other pleasures to her list.
“We’ll argue.” Seeing The Skull women, Cheryl knew she needed to stand up for herself. The women were sweet, loving, but they didn’t take any crap.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m ready.” Running her hands up his chest, she circled her arms around his neck.
He gripped her ass rubbing his c**k against her stomach.
“I love your body,” he said, leaning forward. She couldn’t respond as he took her lips in a searing kiss, cutting off all thought. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, licking along the seam then inside. Moaning, she tightened her arms, needing to get as close as possible.
“Please,” she said. Cheryl didn’t know what she was begging for, only for him to get rid of the ache clawing away inside her.
Butch moved her to the base of the bed. He withdrew his lips leaving her empty. Whimpering, she stared into his eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of everything.”