Hidden Melodies

Chapter Sixteen

Copyright Joelle Blue ©

Ozzie

After I so brazenly kissed Charlie this morning, he's taken that as his cue to never stop touching me. Like he's been a touch deprived puppy and wants all the belly rubs. Getting him to leave for work was almost impossible and ever since he came over this evening, a hand of his is somewhere on me. Do I mind? No.

This past week, I have heard Charlie say sorry so many times I lost count. I've heard him call me beautiful and amazing, even when I don't think he meant to say it out loud. He's slowly replacing what he said with the exact opposite. He learned from his mistakes, I know that with one hundred percent certainty. He holds so much guilt over it even now, and I want to help him see how amazing he is, see that he was young and he's grown.

Every morning he's come over with breakfast just as an excuse to see me and every time I look at my phone, there's a new message from him. That feeling I had two years ago for him is back and burns brighter, especially now that he's not trying to be someone he's not.

He's the sweetest man I know and seems to be so innocent. The way he reacted to me being near him, touching him, and kissing him was addicting and the fantasies in my head will not go away. All day I thought about his shallow breaths, the way his throat worked, the blush. Making a man the size of Charlie blush holds a huge amount of power, and I hold that. Little ol' me.

When he showed up at my door tonight, I shamelessly checked him out, because I can do that now. He's a simple man, and I love that. A pair of jeans that hug his ass, boots, and a dark blue t shirt that's tight everywhere but his stomach. I can tell he's gotten bigger since high school, like Popeye when he ate spinach. His arms just blew up, and I don't hate it. At all.

I wonder what he can bench press. Probably more than me. Now I have more fantasies.

I was honestly concerned if he would be able to fit in my car. I eventually ended up buying a Jeep Wrangler, and those aren't built for men like him, but when I said we should take his pickup, he was determined to do it. Like me having to change our plans for him was just abysmal. So, he twisted and shimmied into the driver's seat, and now he's a little bunched up, but the moment he was settled, he held his hand out for mine, and waited. I didn't make him wait long.

Now, as I give him directions towards the clubhouse, his thumb gently brushes across mine, and every so often, he kisses my knuckles, then puts our hands right back on his lap.

"So, is there anything I need to know about tonight?" He asks.

"No, not really. Both Rogue and Fiona aren't very talkative, so don't be offended. Pinto is the opposite, so again don't be offended. But everyone is actually really cool. Have you ever been around an MC before?"

"Just individually if they came into the shop. I've heard about them, and they all seem pretty brutal."

"Scarlet was the same way and I didn't really think it was real at first." I laugh. "But, for example, I think in your typical MC, club girls are expected to literally do anything the brothers ask of them, but it's different here. Yeah, they can hook up if they want, but most are on payroll. They work the bar, clean, do laundry, I know a few of them are there to tutor the younger prospects and members. Some of them come from rough backgrounds and don't want anything to do with the members, they're just there to make money. I don't know a whole lot about the dynamic of the prospects, but they're definitely lower in rank or whatever, but they're not treated like dogs. But don't ask about their business or anything, that's tight lipped. But they're a good group of people. They've become my friends."