Finding Charity: Red Devils M.C. by Michelle Woods

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    “Not over me with another man idiot, but jealous of someone else possibly having sex. Stop ruining my fun cause you’re not getting any.”
    “Go to bed, Charity.” He told her gruffly. He was tired of dealing with her bullshit.
    “Fine, but my advice is for you to get laid. It might improve you mood.” She turned headed towards the guest room. Still livid with his high handed behavior and his sending her off to bed as if she was a child.
    “Are you offering to take care of it, baby girl?” He called after her just to piss her off more as she left the room in a huff. He wasn’t surprised when her reply was to toss a lethal glare over her shoulder at him.
    “Hell no!” She hissed, before she disappeared up the stairs.
     
    Charity couldn’t believe what had just happened. Max had pulled another prank. He’d locked her and his father in the pantry. That hadn’t been the unbelievable part. No that had been the fact that Tick had ended up kissing her. She felt a bit bewildered by it happening. One minute they’d been screaming at each other, and the next he’d kissed her. She was still trembling from the encounter.
    She just didn’t know why. He’d been telling her that she was supposed to be taking care of these juvenile pranks and why hadn’t she fixed them yet. And the next he’d been kissing her senseless. Then the man had pulled away suddenly. He’d growled that he was horny and she’d just been here. That it was an aberration. Really that’s what he’d called kissing her senseless. She was still reeling from the shock. She was going to accept his assessment though. She didn’t even like him. He was a freaking dick. He’d told her he wouldn’t be home till late.
    Then followed it up with a comment about getting laid like she’d suggested. She so did not want to know about him going out to get laid. Not that she blamed the faceless woman Tick was going to screw. The man was seriously hot, and if his kiss was any indication he knew what he was doing in the bedroom.
    Fuck, where had she let her mind go, she wondered absently. Then she decided that she just needed to get laid too. She didn’t allow herself to think of the fact that Tick’s kiss had left her breathless and wet, and Travis’s had only made her tingle a little. She headed out to get Max from Colt and Maria’s house.
    Walking across the yard she spotted Tick standing near the main farm with two sweetbutt’s. Stupid, bastard. She hoped his dick didn’t work.

Chapter 8
     
    Charity was excited to get another call from Travis about a week later. She had begun to settle into a routine with Tick and Max. Tick was now letting her handle Max’s pranks as she saw fit. She’d only had to spank him once. He was down now to only pulling about one prank a day. They were mostly harmless, only a few that had been dangerous. The improvement was a good sign. Tick had come home at the same time he always did the night of their pantry fiasco. It had surprised her, but she guessed that screwing some chick didn’t take long. She needed to quit thinking about that man.
    Travis had called about an hour ago to ask that she go out with him on Friday night and she’d agreed. She was pulling the casserole out of the oven when Tick walked into the kitchen from the backyard.
    Looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled. “Dinners almost done. Max is in his room with Connor who I let stay over for the night.” Charity told him, waiting to tell him he needed to find someone else to watch Max Friday night.
    “Smells good. What is it?” He asked coming to stand behind her, his chest brushing against her back. It sent a shiver down her spine, making her want to move away from him, and reminding her of their kiss. He reached over her to grab a spoon from the dish rack, and tried to take a bite of the casserole. She smacked his hand away.
    “Stop, wait for dinner. Besides you smell awful go shower.” She said, even though that wasn’t necessarily