EroticReverie

Kane King 

I stayed in her room all night, sitting on the edge of the bed. Half afraid she'd roll over and puke in her sleep and choke on it. The other half, just not able to fucking leave her side period. She'd charmed every single person at the club last night. Knowing looks from my brothers , and the guys at the club as I stook by her side protectively all throughout the night, just watching her as she talked and joked along with them, like she'd been a part of our group forever. 

Then I'd been gutted. Walking into her house with her in my arms, everything making sense as I saw her parents both laid up in hospital beds together. My heart broke into a million little fucking pieces for her. I held no resentment towards them for the way they viewed me. It had only ever been Charlie's view of me that mattered. While they had a hand in making her run, I was sure of it, I didnt blame them. 

So I'd stayed. Because Charlie needed me. Whether she would admit it or not. Spoiler alert, she wouldnt. She needed me. 

After she showers and gets dressed, I make sure she's good, before telling her I already called the coffee shop, told them there was an emergency and she wouldnt be in today. She wasn't happy about me lying, but I'm pretty sure she was secretly thankful for the lie as long as she wasnt the one that had told it. 

I leave her with her parents, and tell her I'll be back to pick her up later, to bring her to the shop for her shift if wants , or I can tell my dad she wont be in today. She insists on not calling out on her second, and states she perfectly fine to come in later. 

So that's what I do, I return to her house to pick her up fifteen minutes before her shift starts, and i do it, on my bike, and one brand new helmet in hand as she walks out of her house. 

"I'm not getting on that thing." she says. 

"Oh yes you are." I say and hold out her helmet. 

"I bought this for you. So you kind of have to get on it." I say as she walks over, wearing jeans a soft pink short sleeved shirt, blessing me with another v neck and some cleavage. I'd lied last night, when I told her seeing her in her bra, was just like a bikini. It was a thin white bra, lightly padded, but she'd looked so god damn good with her top off. If it werent for the fact I'd just learned her parents were clearly sick, and that she was also drunk , I wouldve got on my knees and fucking begged for her to let me see every fucking inch of her. but , my need to take care of her, was far higher than my need to see her naked. 

"You bought me a helmet?" she asks, taking the helmet and looking at it. 

"Yeah. Now put it on and get on , you cant walk cause you'll be late." I smirk. 

She rolls her eyes and pulls the helmet on , and my fucking dick adds the vision of Charlie in a helmet meant for my bike, to the permanent spank bank. 

She lifts her leg up, jumping upslightly as she puts her ass on the back. 

"hold on Charlie." I say, taking her hands and wrapping them around me. 

"YOu couldve just brought the car...you did this on purpose" she huffs, wrapping her arms around me tighter and I smile.

"yeah, maybe I did" I say. 

"Mm, theres no maybe about it you oaf" she says and I chuckle. 

"Hang on to me Charlie" I say. 

"I am!" she squeaks. 

"Dont let go, alright?" I say, stroking her thigh one one side of me through her jeans.

"I'm not Evil Knievel , Kane, I have no intent to attempt to defy death today." she huffs.

"Better not." I say, grabbing her thighs one either side of me with both hands.

"Your hands go on the handle bars Kane" she says through her helmet and I smirk. 

"I know where my hands go Charlie" I say and squeeze her thighs tighter through her jeans.

"Then put them there" she says and I laugh, slipping my hands from her thighs and then starting the bike, feeling her arms wrap tighter around me, her thighs clenching at my sides at the rumble of the engine. 

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When i pull up to the shop. I ignore the fact that Roxy is standing outside the club, arms crossed glaring daggers at me. 

"you're gonna get me killed" Charlie hisses, taking off the helmet and handing it to me. 

I shake my head. "Nobodys touching a single hair on that head Charlie." I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"right...well....thanks for the ride." she says and I smirk. 

"uh huh" I reply. 

She rolls her eyes again. "and thank you...for...this morning....and last night...." she says.

"You never have to thank me for looking out for you Charlie." I say and she lets out a large sigh.

"Right , well, I am thanking you, so just say you're welcome" she argues and I smile. 

"You're welcome." I say. 

"Was that so hard?" she snips, her ponytail swinging as she turns and I watch that ass of hers all the way to the door. 

"Charlie girl" I call to her when she's at the door. She turns her head as she places her hand on the door handle. 

"Your lunch break." I say. 

"What about it Kane?" she huffs. 

"You're havin it with me." I say. 

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head, not arguing and I smirk to myself when she says nothing and pulls the door to the shop open and walks in. 

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Roxy is pissed. I tell her our arangement is over and I let her go off on me, about how I've wasted her time.. Let her berate me and call me a player, even though I've told her countless times she'd never be my girl. But I let her get angry at me, because it's better than letting her take it out on Charlotte instead. 

"I'll fucking kill her!" she screams at me inside of my small room at the club house where I've let her yell at me for the past fifteen minutes without interrupting a single time. Just letting her blow off steam till the fucking engine on that mouth of hers runs out. 

At that comment though, I stand up and I see the fear in her eyes. She knows she's made a big fucking mistake of threatening Charlie. I grab her by the jaw and push her back , her feet stepping back until I push her against the wall and she stammers with apologies as I grit my teeth harder than ever.

"You go near her....you say a single fucking thing to her Roxy....I swear to god you won't even fucking live long enough to regret it." I say through closed teeth. "Do you fucking hear me?" I say, my hand grabbing her jaw hard and I shake her head. 

"DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!" I yell at her . 

"yes!" she cries. Tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"I'm not fucking around Roxy...I mean it..." I snarl. "You fucking do anything at all to fucking mess with her...and I'll make you swallow a gun like it's my fucking cock and pull the fucking trigger, do you understand?" I snarl and she nods, still crying.

"yes" she chokes out. I shover her jaw.

"Get the fuck out of here" I growl, my fists clenching as I turn away from her, listening her choke on her sobs as she fumbles with the door knob and  throws open the door, sobbing her way through the club house.

I don't feel bad at all, because Roxy wants the leather on my back , not me. She doesnt give a shit about me. She just wants to be someones "old lady" .  Some of the "biker bunnies" were just that....just girls who wanted to be allowed to ride on the back of our bikes. Because we didnt allow anyone to do that, other than our "old ladies". So when Roxy saw Charlie with her arms around me, while wearing a helmet that I'd clearly bought for Charlie. She'd lost her fucking mind. But again, I don't fucking care, because that's all she ever wanted. Was to have her ass parked on my bike. There was no fucking feelings between us. I'd crushed her dream of being able to ride of my bike. That's all it was. And it was pathetic. 

Low whistles sound as I leave my room, and enter the club house, looking at all the guys , shaking their heads with knowing smiles. 

"Think she'll show her face round here again?" Asks Max, one of older members. 

"Kinda liked looking at those big bazoombas on her chest." He says and a few of the women just roll their eyes as some of the guys also shake their heads at Max. 

"What?" Max says with a shrug. "Im sure she paid good money for those things, least I can do is appreciate her surgeons fine work" he says and a few laughs sound. I just shake my head and walk to bar, sitting down, and look at Frank behind the bar. 

"Whiskey, a lot of fuckin whiskey" I grumble. He chuckles and sets down the bottle and glass. 

"Pour it yourself Little Prince , I aint your servant" he says and then grabs himself a beer and walks around the bar. We didnt have a bartender during the day. At night one of the guys ladies usually took it upon herself to play bartender, but even then, if we wanted a drink, we got it ourselves.

I pour a fingers into the glass, down it, then pour a few more. 

Kip slaps a hand on my shoulder and sits down next to me. 

"Where'd you go last night?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"nowhere" I answer. Because I didnt want to talk about it. Didnt want to talk about the fact the girl I was in love with was watching her fucking parents die. Or that I stayed up all night watching the rise and fall of her back to make sure she was still breathing. 

"Well you werent here, and you werent home" My brother Tyler says, comingup beside me along with my other brother Lucas. I still lived at home, both of them had moved our already. Tyler lived with Victoria in their own place, and Lucas was roomates with another member of the club Ryle who is 27. 

"Dont worry about where I fuckin was" I say sucking my teeth and then throw back the contents of my glass.

"Shit, she still keeping those balls blue?" Lucas asks and I glare at him. 

"Will you shut the fuck up before I bust your skull open on the fuckin bar?" I seethe. 

"Easy" Kip says. "We're curious." 

"Yeah, well get uncurious, cause its none of your fuckin business" I say , slamming the glass down and standing up. 

"Whoa" Tyler says, grabbing my shoulder and pushes it back down.

"You good?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"I'm good" I say, breathing heavily. All I can think about is Charlie having to take care of her parents. All I can think about is that I want to give her everything, and fucking can't. I cant give her parents their health back, and that fucking pisses me off. I cant give her the one single thing  I know she has to want most and it's fucking with my head and my heart and I want to fucking scream. 

"Talk to us." Lucas says, the second oldest of me and my brothers and I shake my head. 

"Aint nothing to talk about." I say and my brothers and Kip share a look. 

"Her parents are sick, alright?" I say quietly, everyone else in the club seeming to have started their own conversations, not paying any attention to ours. 

"Shit, how sick?" Kip asks and I shake my head. 

"It's bad." I say, shaking my head, fighting back the burning in my eyes and the lump in my throat. 

I tell them all that I know. When I'd walked into the kitchen this morning, just about making her mother shit herself when she saw me. I'd quickly expxlained why I was there. Then offered to make her something to eat. When her father woke up soon after I sat there with them, and talked to them. 

There were "almost" apologies given by both of her parents. I think the fact I'd poured my heart out about their daughter and told them I knew they didnt like, but that I couldnt let her go through this without someone else to be there for her, had made them realize, whether they liked me or not, agreed with shit the club dealt with or not, that I cared about Charlie. More than cared for. Would fucking die for. 

Marylin, her mother...and David her father had told me about their diagnosis. Their expected time frame. Charlie was living with the fact, that both her parents were'nt expected to live to see next year. 

"Fuck." Kip says, shaking his head, taking my glass and the bottle of whiskey, pouring some and then throwing it back.

"Shit, is she okay? Is Charlotte alright?" Tyler asks, and places a hand on my back as I shake my head. 

"No. But she's not gonna tell me that." I say. Leaving out the moment we had this morning, he breaking down in my arms. They didn't need to know every single thing, and that moment, felt like it was better left private. 

"She's working three jobs." I say. "to help foot the medical bills...she didnt tell me that...her parents did....that's why she's back...to take care of them..." I say. 

"Shit" Kip says. 

"What can we do man?" My brother Tyler asks. "anything you want...tell us what we can do" 

I feel the burning in my eyes, the knot in my throat. Because they know how important Charlie is to me. They all know I loved the fuck out of her in highschool, and still so fucking obviously did. 

"I need to get her to drop those other jobs."  I said. They all nod. 

"When does she even sleep?" Kip blows out a breath and I huff. The idea of Charlie running herself haggard on just hours of sleep some days, enrages me. Because it meant she wasnt taking care of herself, being forced to not take care of herself, in order to take care of her parents. 

"We can have Buck up her pay" Tyler says of our father. 

"He's not gonna triple it." I say. "Plus that's not fair to the other girls, or Vicky" I say to Tyler of his girlfriend.

"Oh please, Vicky already loves Charlotte, she'd give the girl her paycheck too if she knew. Plus the club takes care of Vick, cause it takes cares of me..so Vick is just fine." Tyler says. All of which was true.

"Plus she'll turn it down, she'll be too fucking proud to let anyone give her a handout" I say, shaking my head. "so fucking stubborn" I mutter.

"then we hand it to someone else." Lucas says and I look at me him, all of us do.

"huh?" Kip asks. 

Lucas shrugs. "We give the money to her parents. You think THEY want her workin three jobs? They might be too proud to take money too, especially from us...but what to do you think theyd rather do? Take our money or watch Charlotte work herself into the ground to take care of them?" Lucas asks and I look at him. My brow lifting. 

"Charlie still wont quit her jobs. She be insisting she needs to stay ahead of the bills." I say. Even though Lucas is right. Her parents would let me help them financially if it meant that Charlie got a break.

"One thing at a time...we'll send our guy over to her place, to talk with her parents, to see where they're at financially...see how much is needed or will be needed....i'm sure we've got more than enough to handle it...especially with the shipments that are coming in over the next few months." Tyler says.

"But will the club agree to it? To give money to two people who think we're all scumbgs?" I ask. 

"We'll make them fuckin agree to it. It's Charlotte. Your Charlotte. We'll get it done." Tyler says. 

My Charlotte. 

I nod. "right. We'll get it done."