Charity blew out a deep breath as she put her car in park. It had been years since she'd been to this parking lot, especially since she'd sat in a car waiting on a guy driving a motorcycle. She grinned to herself as she heard that motorcycle pull up and park next to her. Rolling her window down, she waved."Really?" Drew asked, a smile on his face. That smile offered the hope that maybe they could move past their argument from the night before.She shrugged. "I can't help it. I feel at home here, more at home here than I even felt at my mom's house. You have to admit I was here more often than not."Walking over to the driver's side, Drew opened her door, glancing up at the Wet Wanda's sign. "You were, and we did share some good times out here in this parking lot."It gave her hope that he was open to this, hope that he would help them overcome their awkwardness. "I figured for old time's sake we could go in."Drew was surprised as hell, but he escorted her into the building,
"This is frustrating," Mandy groaned as she threw her pen down on the table.She, Charity, and Meredith had all congregated at the clubhouse. Anything they could find that traced back to Dixon McCall was spread out in front of them. They were searching for the needle in the haystack. The one thing that would give the accusations Maggie and Skylar had leveled against him weight. They would need that weight in order to get the order of protection and the help they wanted for the mother/daughter duo.Charity ran her hand through her hair. "Let's think about this. If he is doing the things they say, he's going to need a place to store the things he's taking in the home invasions."Meredith pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "Let's look at the arrest records. Where have they gotten him before?"There were three folders of arrest records; Dixon apparently wasn't a stranger to the Warren County Jail. Each one of them took a folder."If you find an arrest within five miles of a
"Hey guys," Charity greeted Drew and Dalton. Over her shoulder, she carried her bag, which had pictures of a building Steele had found. The building was small enough to give Dixon room to meet with his fellow members of the League of Rogue Nations and big enough for him to house stolen goods. She wanted to talk to Maggie about it.The two of them were taking their turn watching CRISIS. As was customary, both of them were smoking cigarettes and standing in a neutral area so they could see everything and still be able to talk to one another.As she walked up, she leaned into Drew when he offered up his arms for a hug. Sinking into him was like sinking into a bed that she hadn't been in, in a long time. He was as familiar as warm sheets on a cold night."What's going on?" Drew asked her, kissing her on the cheek. Taking another drag off his cigarette, he leaned against the vinyl siding of the building and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his body."I have a coupl
Drew didn't dare let the taillights of Charity's car out of his sight as they made their way to his house. There had been many times in his life where he had a bad feeling or a sense of foreboding about something. He'd never had one so heavy as when he'd come up the stairs and she'd leveled him with her gaze. He wasn't even sure what had prompted it. He and Dalton had been shooting the shit, the way they had all day long, but looking at the house, he felt a need to go to her and get her out of there. A need to protect her from some unknown harm he felt was going to come to her. They pulled into his driveway, and he sped around her, motioning for her to follow him.They continued past the house and towards a barn, where he stopped and got off his bike. Opening the door, he yelled at her. "Pull it inside, but be sure and grab everything you'll need out of it."She nodded at him so that he could see it through the windshield of her car. Drew didn't follow her; he didn't want to turn h
"I had Travis pull up everything he could within the police reports that indicated a home invasion in the last two years." Dalton produced a binder full of printed paper. He and Mandy sat across from Drew and Charity. The pizza that sat in front of them growing colder as they looked through the gathered information."There's a lot more than what I remember being reported in the news," Mandy mused as she examined the amount of paper shoved into the binder."A whole fucking lot more," Drew agreed. "Taking a quick glance at it, I think this initially started about eighteen months ago.""That long?" Charity questioned. "It's gone on this long and nobody's thought to look for consistencies?"Drew leaned over, putting his arm around Charity's neck. "I have a feeling Dixon isn't sloppy and he's not dumb. Chances are he got a little too comfortable with his wife and began talking about it. Now she's ready to pin his balls to the wall, and she'll do whatever it takes to make sure he goe
Charity quietly made her way into the bathroom. One thing hadn't changed and that was that Drew liked his showers hot. Steam hung heavy in the air, making it harder for her to see. Walking over to the door of the shower, she breathed deeply and opened it."Char?" Drew asked as he wiped the water and soap from his eyes.She knew the moment he saw she was naked as the day she was born because his eyes changed. A desire she hadn't seen in years revealed itself there. His hands fisted at his side as the water rained down on him."Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough.She nodded, taking the step into the shower, feeling the cold tile against her feet. When his arms snaked out and pulled her against him, she squealed."You better be completely sure, because once this happens, Char, I'm not going back. We'll work whatever we have to out, but I'm not getting a taste of you again and then letting you go. Not going to fucking happen."She shook her head, closing her eyes as she b
Drew came awake slowly, very slowly. He was having the best dream of his life. Something warm was wrapped around his dick, and it must have been there for a while, because he was totally, completely, and painfully hard. With a superhuman effort he opened his eyes, blinking in surprise as he saw Charity there, her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock."Goddamn." He kicked his head back against the pillow as she used her tongue, running it up against the underside of his length.She let him go and smiled up at him, the sexiest smile he'd ever seen in his life. "Good morning.""It sure as hell is." He fisted his hands in her hair, bringing her mouth back to him, loving the feel of her warmth against him.A woman wrapping her mouth around him was one of his favorite things, not because it was selfish, but because in his experience, the women loved it too. They were active participants as was he. Removing one hand from the back of her head, he roughly grasped one of her breasts
What greeted him when he went downstairs was something he'd dreamed about for a long time. Drew couldn't even count the amount of times he'd wondered what it would be like to wake up to Charity in his home. That had been an ongoing wish he'd had—late at night when no one was around—when he'd been drinking a little too much. This was what he'd thought of.Hell, back when he was a younger guy, he would dream of it. In those unguarded moments, he would let his mind go to the fantasy of what his life would be like. He'd lived thirteen years watching his mom do things by herself, watching her struggle, but when Liam had come into their lives, things had gotten easier. That wasn't to say things had been completely perfect as soon as they'd moved into his house, but even at that young age—he'd seen how much responsibility Liam had taken on. He'd seen how amazing it was for his mom to have help, and between the two of them he'd learned what it was to count on another person. Everything about