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This Hurts Like Hell

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three |Chapter Four |Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty- One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven | Chapter Twenty-Eight | Chapter Twenty-Nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-One | Chapter Thirty-Two | Chapter Thirty-Three | Chapter Thirty-Four | Chapter Thirty-Five | Chapter Thirty-Six | Thirty-Seven | Thirty-Eight | Chapter Thirty-Nine | Chapter Forty | Chapter Forty-One || Chapter Forty-Two || Forty-Three || Forty-Four || Forty-Five

Authors Note: This is so unhinged, I’ve had this down as a potential pathway to the ending so I’ve decided fuck it, and I am going to do it. I cried writing this, and I hope you enjoy it. The pain, the angst, the suffering and then the smut.

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Charlie’s POV

A hard thud against my door pulls me from my nightmare, groaning I fumble for my phone

3am

I sigh as another thump occurs.

“Alright” I mutter getting up, the cold floor causing me to shiver as I take the three steps from the bed to the door pulling it open.

“What” my voice husky but harsh.

A head of dark hair hits my feet as it falls backwards, my gaze traveling down, confusion fills me before hitting the honey brown eyes.

I feel the tug at my chest, a familiar ache lately.

“Hey”

“Hey yourself,” I murmur.

He just lays there, staring up at me, his eyes the clearest I’ve seen in months, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You know in a clubhouse full of bikers about to go to war over you, you should probably wear appropriate clothing” his eyes roaming my legs, coming to rest on my pajama shorts.

“Fuck you Angel” I spit, stepping back, pushing the door closed.

“I was just joking” he says, flinging his arm out to stop the door, his voice light “I’m certainly enjoying the view”

Rolling my eyes “What do you want?”

“I miss you” his gaze pierced into me.

Silence fills the air, it's not heavy, or regretful, but it's missing something.

I sink to the floor, sitting cross legged, my knee brushes his temple.

“I have a son” his voice is so quiet I almost miss it.

“Congratulations” my voice is anything but.

“It should have”

“Don’t” I cut him off.

“I can’t help how I feel”

“And what about me Angel? Does how I feel matter?”

“Everything about you matters” I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, his eyes closed, one hand tucked behind his head, the other, stretched out.

I lean back against the door, the clubhouse is silent for the first time in a long time.

“Why are you here Angel?”

“I’m scared, and you’ve always been my home,” his voice barely whispers.

I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, I try to push them down, biting my lip until I taste the familiar bitter metal taste of blood.

“I wish things were different” the urge to touch Angel is overwhelming, all I want is to melt into him, feel his arms wrap me up and for him to tell me everything is going to be okay, even though I know it won’t be.

“Could we fix us Charlie?” his eyes finally opening, drawing me closer to him.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say. I can’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks, the sob I’ve been holding in for months erupts from my chest.

“Hey” he says, sitting up and pulling me into his lap, his arms engulfing me, pulling me to his chest tightly.

“You” slap “let” slap “me” slap” think” slap “you” slap “were” slap “dead” my hand pounding into his chest.

“I thought it would be better”

I am not a beautiful crier, big, ugly sobs heave out of me, snot pouring down my face as Angel holds me.

I don’t know how long passes before I feel the tears start to lessen and my voice returns.

“It wasn’t better,” my voice cracks. “You let me think the last thing I said to you was –” I start sobbing again, my head falling into the crook of his neck.

His hand starts rubbing my back in slow circles.

“I am so sorry” he murmurs in my ear, his lips gently brushing my earlobe sending shivers down my spine.

We sit like this for what seems like forever, a sob escaping me every few minutes.

“Angel I wish things were different” I start, pulling back to look at him.

“Not tonight. Please not tonight” he says cupping the back of my neck pulling me into him, our foreheads touching “I just need you”

I take a deep breathe;

In and out, grounding myself, my body starts to calm. I let it wash over me.

“Okay” I murmured against his nose, my breath brushing across his lips. I watch as his eyes grow dark and his soft smile returns.

“Okay” he whispers and his lips press against mine. Not moving, our lips touching, waiting for me to make a move.

I press harder, my lips moving and my tongue darting out to tease his lips, prying them open. He lets me in, the calm he had earlier disappearing as he fights my mouth, his tongue rough, forceful, full of want and need.

His hands slide under my shirt, pushing me into him, I can feel him growing hard, my pelvis pushes forward, grinding against him as a groan slips mingling with my own.

His hands slide down to my legs wrapping them around him, and he pushes us off the floor, somehow I am still attached to his waist. He pushes us further into the bedroom kicking the door closed behind us.

One hand holding me, the other pulling my shirt off, he pushes me down onto the bed breaking our kiss.

“Fuck Charlie” he moans looking down at me, a soft flush warming my chest. His fingers lightly brushing down my sides coming to rest on the waistband of my shorts.

He leans over me, trailing kisses down my neck, licking and sucking along my nipples.

“Fuck” I groan pushing up into him hungry for more.

He slowly continues kissing down my body, his tongue teasing along the soft flesh under my waistband.

“Hey that's my move” I groan, pushing my hips up.

He just laughs, pushing my hips down as he quickly pulls my shorts off. His lips brushing against my hip, moving lazily down my leg and up my inner thigh.

I look down, watching as he savors my skin, lightly pressing kisses and soft licks along my inner thighs.

He catches me watching him “you like what you see” he murmurs against my skin.

“I’d like it more if I wasn’t the only one naked”

He snickers, the air pushed out of his lips brushing across my pussy I moan.

He leans back and I hear his boots hit the floor, he pushes his cut off and pulls his shirt off.

“Better?” he asks, grinning at me.

“We are getting there” I say giggling.

“Well let me make it up to you” his husky voice full of promises. He’s back between my thighs pressing a kiss to my clit, my body convulses “fuck Angel” I groan pushing into his face, desprate for me.

“Mmm” he mutters against my pussy as his fingers push open my lips, he laps and sucks at my clit as he slides two fingers inside. My body trembling as I ride his face, his tongue everywhere, his fingers buried deep inside of me.

The pressure deep in my stomach starts to build as he sucks on my clit, pushing me higher and higher.

“Fuck Angel, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck” I moan, thrashing against the bed as my orgasm hits me, black spots cloud my vision, Angel doesn’t stop, and I try to pull away, the pressure too much, too overwhelming.

He slides his fingers out leaving me feeling empty, he sits up and sucks his fingers clean watching me.

“You taste like heaven”

I reach up, pulling at his belt and pushing down his jeans.

“So greedy” he mumbles hazily helping me, his thick cock springs forward and I lick my lips. Wrapping my arms around him I pull him in for a kiss, hungry for him.

My hand sliding down his body wrapping my hand around his cock, I can feel precum leaking out, I gather it on my thumb, rubbing it back over his tip.

I feel him shake and moan into me, pressing into me.

“So greedy,” I mutter, laughing across his lips.

“Always”

I twist and push him down on the bed, taking it all in. His smooth tattooed chest, the light dusting of dark hair across his stomach leading down his hips, his thick cock and his thighs.

I sigh contently and straddle him, lining him up with my entrance, stroking him and rubbing his tip across my juices.

I watch his face overcome with pleasure as I slide down his length riding against his thrusts. Him filling me up, stretching me to the point of pleasure and pain. Our bodies combining as one, the only sound in the room is flesh hitting flesh. Angel’s hands roaming my chest, pinching my nipples. I moan, desperate for more. He grips my hips and comes up to me, kissing my lips, the new angle pushing him deeper and his pelvis brushing my clit. My body shaking, I am clinging for dear life against his body, kissing him back.

“Yes baby, ride me, take what you need” he murmurs, one of his hands snaking down and rubbing my clit, I can’t take it, it's too much.

“Angel, I’m coming” I scream, my body buckling against him harder. Everything explodes, my body so overwhelmed, I lose my vision as I see stars. I can feel Angel’s arm snaking around my back as he drops me to the mattress. He grips my hips, thrusting into me, deeper, harder, my eyes on his face, watching as he comes he presses a kiss to my lips. A long lazy kiss, as his fevered thrusts slow into lazy pumps. I feel his release, hot against my pussy walls. “Fuck” he groans pushing his head against mine.

“You’re not wrong” I say.

He slides out of me and I feel my body protest at the emptiness.

He lays back on the mattress pulling me backwards against his chest, his cock still throbbing slides between my thighs, resting against my sensitive pussy.

“Home” he murmurs sleepily into my hair.

“Home” I whisper as his soft snores flutter against my ear.

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