Let Me Fly (19 page)

Bryn didn’t want to go any further, until Charlie knew exactly how she felt. Before she could speak, Charlie grabbed her right hand, placing a soft kiss on her palm before setting it over his heart. Bryn spread her fingers out, as Charlie put his own hand over the top of hers. “Bryn, this is yours. All yours. I don’t want to rush things, but I don’t want another second to pass without you knowing that you own this part of me,” he tapped their hands together over his heart.

Bryn felt a single tear slip down her cheek at his tender words. She leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips, holding onto his face as she let her lips express her feelings for him. Charlie started to lean back, pulling her along, until she lay on top of him. She lifted her legs to straddle his hips, leaning back and then scooting off the bed. Charlie was still half sitting on the bed, his feet planted on the floor. Bryn rose up on her knees to position his thick shaft in between her lips. Bryn swirled her tongue around the tip before swiping it back and forth underneath the head, causing Charlie to moan in pleasure. Tracing the veins with her tongue, she could feel Charlie clutching at the half made bed for support.

Bryn pulled back, gripping his shaft in her hand as she engulfed his thick cock in her mouth, working her way down. Once she reached her hand, she hollowed out her cheeks, pulling back until she could use her tongue to caress the slit. She repeated the motions several times before Charlie wrapped his hand in her hair, guiding her head up and down, setting the pace. It didn’t take long for Charlie to pull her all the way off, quickly flipping them around so that Bryn was on the edge of the bed and Charlie was in between her legs. She squealed when Charlie dipped his tongue in between her folds, lapping up her arousal. It didn’t take long for Bryn to reach her peak, as Charlie slid two fingers inside her snug opening, his tongue flicking over her clit. The resulting orgasm was intense, with Bryn trying to muffle a scream as wave after wave of pleasure passed through her body.

As Bryn floated back down, her eyes fluttered open to see Charlie standing at the edge of the bed, stroking himself. Bryn was about to move so that he could join her on the bed when Charlie asked, “Can we try something, kitten? If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

Bryn cocked her head to the side as she answered, “I trust you, Charlie. Just not missionary, please.”

Charlie’s chuckle seemed menacing to her ears, “Nope. Somebody made a reference to standing room sex and I admit I had to look it up, but I’d like to give it a try.”

Bryn felt a flush creep up her cheeks; she remembered the scene she made in his bedroom the night of their first date when she told him she was familiar with standing room sex. “Um, Charlie, that was kind of a lie. I’ve never done that.”

Charlie raised his eyebrows as he lifted her hips off the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Good, it makes me feel better that my kitten isn’t that experienced, then. I was having a hard time with it mostly because I don’t want to think about some other asshole with my woman.”

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I promise this isn’t missionary. Trust me?”

Bryn didn’t hesitate in answering, “You know I do, Charlie.”

He used his hand to guide his cock in between her folds, working it up and down to gather up her arousal. Slowly, he entered her channel until he was fully seated.

“Now wrap your arms around my neck, and tighten your grip around my waist with your legs. I’m going to lift you up.”

Bryn did as he told her, holding on tight as he walked her over to the wall separating the bedroom from the bathroom. Pressing her back against the wall, Charlie lifted her up to adjust the angle she was at, smiling when he hit the spot that made Bryn gasp.

“Found it,” Charlie said as he quickly started pumping in and out of her, his thrusts getting harder with each stroke. He kept up the punishing rhythm for a quite a while, making beads of sweat break out across his body. “Damn it, kitten. This feels so fuckin’ good.”

Bryn could feel his cock swell as his orgasm started, his grunts turning into a constant groan. Knowing she was close behind, Bryn clenched her muscles inside, gripping his cock to milk his orgasm out, before pleasure rocketed through her body. Bryn smiled as Charlie walked them back over to the bed, setting her down, gently pulling out. After Charlie climbed in to bed next to her, they continued to gently kiss each other, tangling their limbs together. It didn’t take long for Bryn to find a comfortable place curled up on Charlie’s chest and fall asleep.

The quiet morning surrounded the cabin as Bryn waited for Charlie to come back from town. Early in the morning, he had to go meet up with Marley to get Bryn’s bags. Mitch had brought some of the more fanatical modifications jobs to showcase the talent they had in the shop, and Bryn assumed that they would all be in town setting up already. Corey was more than likely passed out somewhere, hopefully tangled in bed with someone. Bryn was starting to worry about how little Corey dated, always trying to keep his sexuality a secret.

Bikes were starting to roar to life as the other residents at the resort started to head into town. Bryn was becoming more and more impatient with less than three miles keeping her from a two hundred acre biker rally. She typed out a quick text to Sara to let her know that she was good, and then sent another one to Corey to see if he was awake yet. Neither one of them answered, so Bryn started to pace back and forth across the length of the cabin, wrapped only in a bed sheet.

A shadow passed in front of the covered windows, making Bryn freeze. Voices outside the cabin were quietly discussing the major events that would be happening at One Eyed Jack’s today, the big meeting place on Main Street. Charlie walked through the door, telling his companion good-bye before closing the door. “Thanks for breakfast. We’ll see you in town, Harley.”

Bryn saw the plates of steaming food that Charlie was carrying in with him, loaded with eggs, sausage and pancakes. Neither Bryn nor Charlie had eaten supper last night, and she was so hungry, she forgot all about the rally. Charlie laughed as she yanked one of the plates out of his hands, racing over to the kitchen to grab silverware for them both.

It didn’t take long for them to clean their plates, both of them letting out contented sighs. “That was really good. Does Harley make breakfast for everyone that stays here?” Bryn asked.

Charlie grabbed the back of his neck, squeezing the muscles. He looked down at the table, pushing his napkin around on the plate, “No, just me.”

Bryn could tell that there was something more to this story, so she continued to ask questions. “How many years have you been staying here?”

“Three.”

“Did you meet Harley out here?”

“No.”

“Did you know him
before
you came out here?”

“Yes.”

Bryn was getting tired of his one word answers, so she changed tactics. “Okay, Charlie. Spill it. What is there to your relationship with Harley and his wife?”

Charlie started to rip apart the napkin, his eyes trained on a spot on the table as he answered, “This is considered public knowledge, so I’m not breaking any privacy laws by telling you this. Plus, you could just go ask Harley and Shelly and they would tell you. They had a daughter that lived near Amulet that was in a serious car accident when she was 32 weeks pregnant. I was the doctor on call the night it happened. I tried to save their daughter, while I had a nurse page the OB doctor to do a C-section and save the baby. The asshole didn’t get there in time. Apparently, he had press box seats at a game in Madison and couldn’t pass it up. Once I realized I couldn’t save their daughter, I started a C-section to save the baby, but it was too late. Their granddaughter died while I held her.” Charlie paused to wipe a stray tear from his cheek.

Bryn quietly asked, “Is that when you met Harley and Shelly?”

Charlie didn’t answer immediately, staring off into space as the silence continued. He looked up at her briefly before continuing, “Harley and Shelly drove out to Wisconsin right away, and I was the one that had to tell them about their daughter and granddaughter. They were both distraught and didn’t have anywhere to go, so they stayed with me for a bit. They were the ones that encouraged me to start riding. We’ve stayed friends ever since.”

Charlie continued to stare at the table, quietly sniffling. Bryn tried to comprehend all that he had just said, her mind racing to come up with a suitable reply to such a horrific story. Charlie broke the silence, “Their granddaughter is buried at the cemetery where I found you that day. I go to visit her, to remind myself of why it is important for me to give my all to my job.”

Bryn got out of her chair, pulling the chair up next to Charlie. She clutched the sheet covering her body close to her chest as she carefully grabbed Charlie’s left hand. Rubbing her thumb over his knuckles, she lifted it up to her lips, placing kisses on each finger. Bryn set it back on the table, and lifted his other hand to her lips, repeating the reverent kisses.

“Charlie, you are the most compassionate doctor I have ever met. I’m sure that these hands have saved many lives directly and indirectly. You can’t hold yourself responsible for what happened to that little girl.”

Charlie pushed back from the table, sitting forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “I came to terms with what happened that day quite a while ago, Bryn. I don’t like to talk about it. I just want you to know that I don’t do things half-assed. I’m not a doctor for the money, or for the notoriety, or for any of the other trivial bullshit. I don’t want you to be my girlfriend for 6 months and get sick of me being at work too much. I want you to go into this relationship knowing that being a doctor is a huge part of my life. But you are now too, and I will always,
always
come home to you, and give that part of my life my all, too.”

After the morning’s revelations, Bryn and Charlie took a shower together, washing away their sadness. Bryn quickly got dressed, and worked on combing out her wet, mangled hair. Deciding to give up, she began the process of braiding her hair, pulling it so that it wrapped over her shoulder. After she finished, she turned to find Charlie standing in the doorway of the bathroom, holding a beautiful brown beaded bracelet in his hands. He twirled it around his finger as he pulled her over to the couch, sitting them down next to each other.

“I saw this in town this morning when I met Marley to get your things. It is a natural Tiger’s eye stone bracelet. It’s supposed to help keep your life in balance. The tag even reads that it will help to ‘soften stubbornness’.” She laughed as he slipped it onto her wrist, and tightened the tie.

“It’s beautiful, Charlie. Thank you.”

They sat on the couch, Charlie nuzzling her neck as Bryn stared at the bracelet. After a few moments passed, Bryn quietly whispered, “Thank you Charlie. For being everything I needed.” Looking up into his caring face, she continued, “You gave me wings to fly.”

Charlie stood from the couch, pulling her up with him. “You already had wings, kitten. I just reminded you how to fly. Come on. Let’s get you to into town. There is a great big party waiting for us.”

B
ryn had been gone for three days now, and Sara was starting to miss her. Within the last month, they had started working on their differences, even spending time together without yelling. It felt good to have a healthy relationship with at least one member of her family, since their mother had made her living arrangements in Florida permanent. Truth be told, Sara was actually grateful that she was on her own now, without her mother’s unyielding control. It was easier for both of the girls to work on their issues without their mother questioning every decision they made.

It was early evening on Sunday when Sara decided to head over to Bryn’s apartment with a huge laundry basket full of clothes. She had been using the Laundromat in town, but had been steadily losing her favorite pieces of clothing. The first thing to go missing was her Aero jeans, and then her Love Pink sweatshirt. Deciding that it would be cheaper to do laundry at Bryn and Corey’s apartment, it had become a Sunday ritual that the girls shared together for a month before Bryn had left for Sturgis.