Free Finding Charity: Red Devils M.C. by Michelle Woods Page A

stairs to his bike, which was parked beside the red sports car in his driveway.
    “Sorry about him.” Charity said, grimacing at Travis. “He’s in a bad mood tonight.”
    “It’s okay. I get it, but I’ll call you in two weeks. I have to head out of town for a bit. When I get back we’ll have to see if we can end our date on a better note.” Travis ran his hand down her cheek, smiling.
    She smiled back, “Okay.” She agreed, before turning to head inside.
    Tick seethed with anger, and thought about what the man had said. Yeah, he wasn’t going out with his girl again. That prat would discover that when Tick took her in hand, he thought. He’d realized that he was going to take her, and that little bastard wasn’t going near her ever again.

Chapter 10
     
    Charity couldn’t believe that Tick had acted like such a dick last night. She was really pissed, and when he got back she was going to call him on his bullshit. Max was at Maria and Colts house with Connor this morning. She was in the kitchen cleaning when she heard Tick’s motorcycle. Wiping her hands on the dish towel, she headed for the door. He was just entering when she walked into the living room.
    “What the hell is wrong with you, asshole?” Charity yelled, not even allowing him to set his things down.
    “Charity, not now.” Tick ignored her and walked up the stairs headed to his room.
    He’d had a shit night, and he was tired. He didn’t want to deal with any bullshit. The man who they’d gone to see had little information on the man or men who were causing all the trouble. He didn’t know what they looked like or what they were up to. He’d only really been about to tell them that whoever they were they had been part of the Headhunter MC. Which left them right where they’d been a few days ago. Nowhere near figuring out who was causing all these issues at the farm.
    He was tired and he needed some sleep before he headed out to work on the tractor. He stored his gun and knife in his dresser, turning to go into the bathroom. Charity grabbed his arm demanding his attention. He’d had enough two seconds into her impassioned speech.
    “Not now? That’s all you have to say to me Tick? Not now? Fuck you, asshole. You’re going to talk to me and explain why you couldn’t ask Colt or Maria to come over here to stay with Max for a freaking hour. Admit it you just wanted to ruin my dat-” Charity’s words were cut off by Tick’s mouth slamming down on hers. She tried to turn her head to get away, but he just brushed his tongue against her lips. Making her gasp. His tongue used that small opening to thrust inside her mouth. His hands grabbed her hips jerking her closer.
    Tick was on fire suddenly. He’d been dying to get inside her for weeks now, and her screaming at him when he was in a bad mood had been the last straw. He wasn’t going to stop now that he’d finally touched her again. He growled, his hands holding her to him as he devoured her mouth. He was out of control. He needed to take her against the nearest surface, and thankfully that was a bed. He turned with her in his arms, crowding her back towards the bed. She moaned allowing him to manhandle her.
    Charity couldn’t help it she’d been dying to feel this she realized, feeling his hands on her hips, for weeks. He’d been inadvertently teasing her with all the gentle touches over the past few weeks, and that passionate kiss they’d shared hadn’t help cool her down. Her body became liquid and pliant, and she moaned. The man’s kiss was stealing her sanity, she couldn’t take it. She needed to stop him, he wasn’t the right man for her. Only she was pulling his head to her, and she allowed him to turn her crowding her back towards what she knew was the bed.
    “I warned you.” He growled against her lips, barely letting her up for air. Her only response was a deep moan.
    Tick needed to touch her, he wanted her naked, now. He was so hard he could barely breathe. She