EroticReverie

Kane King

When I pull up to the shop on my bike, the garage doors are open, all the bays up and running , with business looking better than ever for my dad's shop. I give a nod to a few of the mechanics who look my way.

"Sup little prince?" Kip my best friend taunts me. 

"I told you to stop callin me that shit." I give him a pointed look and he just smirks, polishing his bike outside the shop. My last name is King, and since I'm the youngest of my family, and the youngest of the chapter , I'd got annointed fucking Little Prince as my nick name. Sometimes they spared me the blow to my ego, and left off the "little" part. 

Goose my fathers second is also standing near by, pointing to a spot on Kip's bike. 

"Missed a spot sweetheart" Goose taunts him with a fake smooch in the air making Kip narrow his eyes at him and I just laugh, running a hand through my hair, and walking over to them. 

"Shops busy." I say to Goose.

"Yep, got appointments all week. Booked through the end of the month. Even in the bike end too." Goose says. I nod. 

My father has run this shop since he was my age, and my grandfather ran it before him. It wasnt our main source of income, and honestly, was pennies compared to the cash flow of the club.  I was a part of the family business now, had been since I turned eighteen. Not just the auto shop family business, but the business of the club too. The shop was a good cover though, even though everyone in town, even the cops, knew that's exactly what it was. However we had enough cops in our back pocket to not have to worry too much about them minding their own business or turning a blind eye to the other less legitimate business we did. 

I look over to the club house further down the property, just past the garage, giving a wave to my brothers, my actual brothers by blood. Lucas and Tyler as they stand outside the club house , my brows pinching slightly. Seeing Victoria, my brother Tyler's girl standing with him, instead of inside the office of the auto shop. She should be working, this was her shift, if she wasn't working inside the front office, then who was? 

I turn my head back to the auto shop, my eyes going to the glass windows, and my heart stop in my chest, but beats in my fucking cock instead as I see the girl behind the desk. Currently standing , leaning over the short desk, pointing to a piece of paper, an older guys standing there, and even from here, I can see clear enough that while her eyes are focused on the paper, his are focused on her tits, that v neck long sleeved white t shirt, not doing a damn thing to hide those perfect things. 

"What the hell is that?" I growl, looking at the window, not taking my eyes off her. Watching her face lift up and give a sweet smile to the old man, letting out a polite laugh at whatever bullshit he's saying to her. 

Kip and Goose both look. Kip clears his throat. 

"New girl." Goose says and I turn my head, glaring at him. Then looking to Kip who is looking at me like "hey man, not my fault" as he just shrugs with a "what can ya do" attitude and goes back to polishing his back.

"Why is Charlotte Darling in our fucking shop?" I ask, looking back to the glass.

"You know her?" Goose asks.

"Oh yeah, he knows her." Kip chuckles and I shoot him a pointed stare. 

"Yeah?" Goose laughs. "Doesn't seem your type. You telling me sweet tits has a taste for the bad boys?" he chuckles.

I growl. "Don't fucking call her that." 

Goose's eyebrows lift in surprise, his arms crossing. 

"And why the hell not? those tits are sweet." Goose says.

Kip laughs. "Oh boy" he whistles.

Goose looks to Kip and then back to me.

"You bend that little thing over before?" Goose asks and I grit my teeth.

"Watch it old man" I growl. 

Kip chuckles.

"He fucking wishes." Kip says and I snarl at him, and look back through the glass. The man inside is walking out and Charlotte is watching him go as she stands behind the low counter and then....her fucking eyes come to me. My nostrils flaring slightly. 

Charlotte Darling was the prettiest fucking girl, I'd EVER laid eyes on. All through middle school, and highschool I'd been fucking obsessed with her. I'd even managed to get her to fucking date me for a few months before she called it quits. But my dick, never got the fucking memo. Because Charlotte Darling was still the star of so many of my fucking fantasies, and the best reason to jack off. That face could make me cum in seconds, just picturing it. 

I'd only ever kissed her and made out, hadn't even ever got my hands on her tits, nto even through her god damn shirt. Because Charlotte Darling was a good girl. So why the fuck was she working at OUR shop? 

There's a small smile on her face when she sees me. She lifts a hand and gives a small wave. I growl, the sound vibrating in the air.

"He dated her in highschool...a few months...the only thing she ever did for his balls, was turn them blue." Kip laughs.

"Shut the fuck up." I mutter at Kip who is giving me a small smile. 

"Go say hi champ." Kip taunts. 

"Fuck you." I grumble, as I slide my fingers through my hair and walk to the fucking front of the shop and in the front door. Her eyes on me the entire way, her head tilting slightly.

"hi Kane" she says , her voice floating through the air and wrapping around my dick. She had the sweetest fucking everything. Including her voice. 

"What are you doing here Charlie?" I ask, looking at her. Her light brown eyes shining, her perfect brows pinching.

"Wow, nobody has called me that in years.." she says, then adds " I'm working." she says simply. 

I shake my head. "No you're not." 

She blinks rapidly. "Excuse me?" 

"You're not working around a bunch of fucking animals. Between the men in the shop and the guys at the club.." I say, gritting my teeth.

"A club YOU are a part of. You including yourself in the animal category?" She teases me with a little smile. 

"You can't fucking work here Charlie. You don't...I don't want you around these guys." I say and she blinks at me. Then crosses her arms. Looking up at me from across the desk. Her five foot six frame, that long light brown hair , pulled up into a high ponytail. Her gorgeous tits pressing even higher and tigther together as she crosses her arms. 

"Well it's a good thing you're not in charge of me Kane." she laughs at my audcity. Yes, I know I have no fucking right to tell her what to do. But this was fucking Charlie. MY fucking Charlie. The one I'd let get away. The girl I'd fell in love with in middle school , and pined for like a fucking puppy dog. 

"Why the hell are you here Charlie?" I growl, placing my hands on the counter and leaning over and she steps back, blinking at me as she takes a sharp breath as I bring my eyes level with hers. 

"I already told you. I'm working here." she says. 

I shake my head. "Get a new job Charlie girl, cause you're not stayin" 

Her lips tighten and her brows pinch. 

"You haven't even talked to me since graduation...and you think you have any right to try to tell me what to do? Still a big oaf , I see. " she says and drops her crossed arms. 

"You're the one that called it off Charlie. Don't go blaming me princess." I say and she narrows her eyes at me. 

"Because you kissed someone else!" She squeaks, her voice raising, her hot lips screwing tight with anger.

"she kissed me. I told you that a thousand times." I growl, still fucking pissed that some random party girl was the reason Charlotte Darling got away from me. It was just perfect fucking timing. Some random drunk girl at a party grabbing me, me thinking it was Charlie, and turning around and leaning down too fucking close , my eyes had widen to saucers as I saw a brunette in a tube top and short shorts bringing her glossy red lips to my fucking face. She'd landed a half of a kiss, as I turn my head from her. But it was too god damn late. Cause the second I yanked my head up ,and pushed the stranger away. Charlie had already seen it from across the room and thrown her plastic cup of beer at the floor and stomped herself from the party, leaving me to chase after her. 

I'd begged her for fucking weeks, months to take me back. But she wasnt having it. She refused to believe that I wanted nothing to do with anyone but her. Had I cheated before Charlie? Yes. Had I cheated after Charlie? Yes. Did cheating ever cross my fucking mind one god damn time when I was actually dating her? Not a single fucking bit. Like I said, I was a love sick fucking puppy from the day I saw her in middle school. I didnt give a shit about anyone but Charlie. So girl I dated before were just filler, a fun time. I'd left a trail of broken hearts before her and definitely after her. But Charlie knew my reputation then, which was why it'd been hard to convince her to even date me in the first place. And I'd spent months dating her, and showing her that she was the exception. And some fucking random girl, ruined it. 

She'd ended things the middle of our senior year, and didnt talk to me for the rest of the year while I tried everything I could to get her back. I didnt date another girl, didnt try to move on. Didnt fucking look at a single fucking girl, my dick was loyal as fuck to her even without her being mine. Trying to prove to her, that I didnt fuckin want anyone else but her. No matter how much friends tried to have my back, to talk her into giving me another chance. She didn't budge. And now, her being twenty one, and me being twenty year, even still, years later, she still fucking believed I'd kissed that girl on purpose. 

"Yeah well, your mouth can do whatever it wants now Kane." she says, recrossing her arms and glaring at me. 

"That so?" I ask, lifting a brow.

"Not...not with me you oaf." she says with annoyance, but also with a slight tremor running through her breath. 

"Find a new job Charlie." I say after a few more long seconds staring each other down.

"No." she says firmly, keeping her eyes on mine. 

The door open, the small bell on it jingling.

"Hey baby"  Roxy's voice sounds behind me. Fucking Roxy. Perfect fucking timining, jesus christ.

I watch Charlie's eyes shift to the girl currently warming my fucking bed at night. Roxy's hand sliding up my back, over my leather cut and tucking herself up under my arm. Wrapping her arm around my back, the other hand placed on my chest, rubbing it as she lifts her chin to look up at me. 

"Give me a second." I say with a growl, not taking my eyes off Charlie, who is looking at the thin, black haired, blue eyed woman with tits like balloons in a barely there black cropped tank top and tiny little black shorts and fishnets with a pair of ankle boots. 

I can tell Roxy is looking at Charlie now, as Charlie blinks and then looks back at me. 

"I'm busy." Charlie says and snags the paper off the counter, and turns to file it. 

"Yeah well you work for me, so get unbusy." I say and feel Roxy shift beside me. Roxy is NOT my fucking girlfriend, no matter how much she wants to be. I haven't put a title on a single female since Charlotte. Because I havent wanted to, havent needed to honestly. I could have my cake and eat it too with the women that came around the club. Roxy just happened to be really good in bed and turned a blind eye when I felt the need to sink my dick into a new pussy. 

"Baby" Roxy hums, stroking my chest. 

"I said, a fucking minute Rox" I growl , finally looking at her and she huffs, but drops her arms and then struts out of the shop, giving Charlie one more glance before returning back outside.

"Charlie." I growl when she ignores me pretending to be busy behind the counter. 

"I'm not getting a new job Kane." she says finally and turns and crosses her arms. "I have two others already, and this is the only place that works with my schedule to allow me to work the other two as well. So i'm not going anywhere" she says through gritted teeth.

"Why the hell are you working three jobs?" I ask, scowling. The fact this woman had to lift a single fucking finger on her pretty little hand was uncalled for.

"None of your business. Have a good day Kane" she says and turns back around. 

"Son of a-" she huffs, cutting herself off before cursing as she drops the folder in her hand. Paper flying everywhere. 

My dick jumps as soon as she bends over, those god damn jeans she has on are so fucking tight, her ass bent right over in front of me. Fuck, that body was still every bit as tight as it was in highschool. No extra weight on her from college. Not that i'd fucking mind one bit. But she looked the fucking same. That ass. God. It was like I was standing in a museum looking at the finest piece of art ever fucking created. 

"We'll talk later" I say gruffly, needing to get out of this fucking room with her, before I jump over this desk, and snatch her up caveman style. 

"No , we won't." she huffs, scooping up the papers and turnins and placing them on the desk. My eyes going to her tits, that cleavage. After a moment I see her head lift to look at me, but my eyes don't leave those perfect fucking tits.

"Jesus Kane. My eyes are up here." she says, using two fingers to point to her eyes.

"I know exactly where your eyes are Charlie girl." I say, leaving my eyes on her breasts, then slowly lifting them to those light caramel colored borwn eyes, my dick jumping again as she looks at me. 

"Not sure your girlfriend would appreciate you staring at my chest." She hisses. 

"not my girlfriend." I say and her brows pinch. 

"Yes she is, don't lie to me" she argues.

"She might share my bed at night Charlie...but that doesnt make her special." I say.

"wow...nice..i'm sure she appreciates that." She huffs, shaking her head. 

I shrug. "She knows what it is." 

"and what is it Kane?" She cocks her head , crossing those arms again. 

"It's nothing. It's sex. It's me not having let a single woman call themselves my girl since you." I say and she swallows, dropping her arms. 

"Lucky you then. Getting to kiss as many women as you'd like without having to commit to a single one. Sound just like the Kane I know." she says and my jaw ticks and I glare at her. 

"Knock it off." I growl. 

Her eyes narrowing. "Knock what off?" she cocks her head and places her hands on her hips. 

"I was good to you Charlie. I was damn good to you and you know it." I seethe, because I hated it. I hated her not acknowledging that I'd been a good boyfriend to her during those months we dated. I would have given her everything. I did give her everything. I treated her like the fucking goddess she is. Would have crawled on my hands and knees after her if she'd asked me to. I didnt push her for more than the occaissional make out. Knowing she had reservations and concerns about me, knowing who my family was in this town, all of our reputations. I hadn't pushed for a god damn thing with her. I was patient, and I'd have waited for fucking ever to take the next step. Would still be waiting years later to get my hands on that body the way i wanted to, if that's how long she'd have made me wait. 

"And if you hadnt run from me, id still be being good to you." I say. 

"and kissing other girls" she adds and I take a deep breath.

"I'm not apologizing for that anymore. I told you exactly what happened. You saw it fuckin happen. I did not kiss that girl back, I pushed her away. You wanna believe I'd do that to you? Fucking fine Charlie girl. Go ahead. If that's what makes it easier for you. Stubborn fucking woman." I mutter the last words.

" I am not stubborn." she argues.

"Oh yes you fuckin are, cause you fuckin know I love you, that I'd have never done a single fuckin thing to fuck it up." I say.

"Loved." she says.

"What?" I scowl. 

"You said love...instead of loved." she corrects me and I shake my head.

"I know exactly what I fuckin said Charlie." I stare right at her, my eyes on hers and her chest lifting with a sharp breath. 

When she says nothing, her hands on her arms, hugging herself, blinking at me. 

"Have a great fuckin day princess" I bite out , and turn, and shove the fucking door open and walk outside.