Leaving her was the hardest decision he had ever made.
“Dude, I don’t give a shit. You’re not screwing my sister. That’s the end of it.”
Those were the last words Stevie ever said to him. There were many other things that were also said. Mainly about how awful he was as a potential boyfriend. How Charity could do better than him, and Bad wasn’t disputing that.
Charity was an amazing, beautiful woman. He particularly loved her ass and her tits, her hips as well. Damn it, when it came to Charity, he was aroused by all of her. There wasn’t a part of her he didn’t want.
Coming here was torture, but he did it for Charity. To sit with her as she dealt with her loss, for Stevie’s memory, but mostly for him to get his fix when it came to her.
He … needed her.
With Ape now with Charlotte, and Colonel with Piper, it was getting harder to just sit back and be alone.
He loved being on the road, never knowing where life was going to take him.
Long ago, Bad realized he wasn’t fit for thenormallife. He loved to make his own way. He and Stevie had been the same.
Bad stared down at where he and Charity held hands. This was all he was allowed to do.
“You know, he’d pitch a fit right now,” Bad said. “Us holding hands.”
Charity laughed. “Yeah, he would, but then, it’s none of his business. He never stopped dating the girls I couldn’t stand, so I don’t see why he gets to get away with it.”
He looked at her, really looked at her, and he knew there was no one else he ever wanted. There hadn’t been anyone else for ten years.
Sure, he’d been with women. Being on the open road and promising his dead best friend that he’d never date his sister, he made certain promises, but now, he didn’t know if he was ever going to be able to keep them.
Nor if he wanted to.
He’d already given up Charity, and that seemed so unfair. He was a forty-year-old man, and now he sounded like a fucking child.
“How have you been?” Charity asked.
“Fine. Traveling. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, totally.”
He heard the sarcasm in her voice. He was about to open his mouth when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a crack of thunder split the air. He didn’t recall there being a warning of a thunderstorm.
With how hard it was to keep his hands to himself when he was around Charity, he’d hoped to spend the day with her but then leave soon after.
“Shit!”
Rain started to pour.
“Come on. We can head to my place,” Charity said, grabbing his hand.
He had no choice but to follow.
His bike was parked at her apartment building, like it was every single time. He’d walk over to the cemetery, and then he’d walk her back home. This time, with the rain pouring down, they ran straight to her apartment.
He recognized the code from when Stevie typed it in. She hadn’t changed it.
Like all the times before, she went to the stairs because Charity hated elevators. She always feared getting trapped in one. She always took the stairs.
He followed up behind her, trying not to stare at her ass, but that was nearly impossible because it was right there in front of his face, just begging to be touched.
Bad had an overwhelming desire to press his face into the rounded cheeks, to nibble on the curves.