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Stripped Bare - Chapter 17 (Bryce X MC AU)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: How will Charlie and Landry react to Katelyn and Bryce’s kiss?

Note: I was debating on doing a more plot heavy chapter and skipping through the smut, or doing just a bit of plot and ending with the smut before continuing on next chapter. Thanks in part to my official series consultant @choicesarehard, I went with the latter, so enjoy a few paragraphs of plot with some gratuitous smut tacked on, lol.

Rating: NSFW/18+

Word Count: 1733

Upon seeing Landry and Charlie, Katelyn pushes Bryce away. “Landry, I can explain! Bryce has had a bit to drink tonight, and he just got carried away.”

Charlie is still speechless, trying to process what is happening here. Last she’d checked, Bryce was fairly sober and Katelyn was the one who was wasted. If this were another time and place, if this were Andrew instead of Bryce, typical insecure Charlie would be crushed and doubting everything right now. But in such a short time, Bryce has taught Charlie to believe in herself and in him. She knows there’s no way this was initiated by him.

“You fucking bastard!” Landry charges at Bryce and takes a pathetic swing, Bryce catching Landry’s fist in his hand.

“Dude, you know I could crush you if I wanted. Take a deep breath before you hurt yourself. This is just a big misunderstanding, and I think your fiance can explain everything to you... in private before you make more of a scene here.”

Luckily for all their sakes they are in a mostly secluded alcove near the restrooms, but bar staff and patrons, including few wedding guests, are milling about nearby.

“Yes, Landry. I think we should go back to our room and talk,” Katelyn says as she bobbles towards him.

Landry sneers at Bryce and then grabs Katelyn by the arm. “Fine, let’s go.”

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Charlie agrees to wait until they got back to the room to let Bryce explain what happened. She kicks off heels and sits on the edge of the bed. Bryce takes a seat next to her and sighs heavily.

"I know it didn't look good, but I hope you trust me enough at this point to know that I never would initiate something like that with Katelyn, especially in the state she was in."

"Bryce... I do trust you, and I think I know you enough by now, and I definitely know Katelyn enough, to know that backstabbing bitch is fully to blame."

Bryce chuckles. "Tell me how you really feel about your cousin."

"You know, I tried with her. She's been awful this whole week, and I thought, maybe, finally tonight she was having a breakthrough and would realize how terrible she's been and that she can do better. But I guess this is who she wants to be now. And you sticking around this whole week and putting up with her just because you want to be with me is a testament to what a great guy you are."

Bryce laces his fingers through hers. "I would have put up with one hundred Katelyn's this week if it meant in the end I could still have you."

"Bryce..” Charlie leans her forehead against his. "I still can’t believe this is real... that you’re real.”

He brings Charlie’s hand up to his chest and places it over his heart, his gaze never leaving hers. “Believe it. I’m one hundred percent real and one hundred percent into you.” Her heart fluttering in her chest, Charlie drifts closer, drawn to Bryce's lips. But before they connect, he stops her. “I think I should wash the Katelyn off before you kiss me.”

“Good call,” Charlie says with terse laugh. She’s still pissed as fuck at Katelyn, but the whole thing is funny, in a pathetic way. Knowing that Bryce has absolutely no interest in Katelyn just makes Charlie embarrassed for her.

“I could probably use a hand cleaning up.” Bryce raises an eyebrow and holds a hand out to Charlie in invitation. “I promised you we’d defile every surface of this suite, and our time is running out. We better get going.”

"You do make a compelling case. That shower is much too big for just one person anyhow."

Charlie accepts Bryce's hand and follows him into the bathroom. She turns on the shower as he brushes his teeth. As she starts to undress, she looks over her shoulder and catches him watching her in the mirror. Her initial instinct is to quick finish the job and hide in the shower, but she knows what Bryce wants to see. She makes a show of slipping her dress over shoulders with a teasing look, and Bryce smirks back at her. It's nothing like a Bryce Lahela strip show - he still needs to giver her that lesson - but he seems to be thoroughly enjoying it nonetheless. Her dress falling to the floor, she turns to the side to give him a profile view, unhooking her bra with one hand and letting it fall away. Finally she shimmies out of her panties, back towards him, and sashays through the open shower door.

Through the fog already condensation on the glass, Charlie can just make out the shape of Bryce's body. She watches him strip down, and is only certain he's completely naked once a uniform color appears over his body. Even though his features are a blur, the building anticipation makes it worth the wait. He opens the door and steps inside, and it's like Charlie is fully seeing him again for the first time - time to fully take him in without the danger of being out in the open, or the worry that she's gazing too long. Fuck, he's as perfect as she remembers, and judging from the current size of his erection, he's not at all disappointed by his view either.

"God, Charlie, you are so sexy." Bryce pushes her against the wall while capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Then cold against her back is a shock, but her body heat quickly warms the marble tile.

Charlie breaks the kiss and pours some body wash into her palm. “The goal is to clean you up, right?” She lathers the soap over his shoulders and chest, working her way down. His cock twinges in anticipation as she reaches his hip bones and traces along his v-lines.

"I don't think the Katelyn contamination reached all the way down there, but I'm not going to complain."

“Then shush.” Charlie puts a finger to his lips. “Let’s forget about her for awhile.” Her fingers resume their unhurried descent until she finally grasps him in the palm of one hand. Her slick, soapy fingers glide up and over the head of his shaft, eliciting a gravelly groan from Bryce. She continues on, hands alternating one after the other until Bryce grabs her wrists.

“I think I’m plenty clean, now it’s your turn.” With a wicked grin Bryce spins Charlie, around and she plants her hands the wall. She hears some soap squirt out of the bottle before her starts to spread the cool liquid over her back. He presses firmly into her back, massaging the tight muscles and she swears she could almost come from this alone. 

“Mmm,” She moans. “You can just keep doing that forever.”

“But then we wouldn’t get to the good parts...like this....” Bryce says as his hands slide down over the curves of her ass. “... Or this.” His arms wrap around her front side, one hugging her waist while the other expertly locates her most sensitive place. Charlie sucks in a breath as he begins to draw spirals over the hood of her clit. He sucks on her neck and kisses his way up, talking low in her ear. “I could go back to the back massage if you want.”

“Uh-uh,” she mumbles. “This is good.”

Bryce suddenly spins Charlie around and she protests with a whimper. “I didn’t get your front side yet.” Bryce soaps up his hands again, starting at her collarbone then moving to breasts. He lingers there, thumbs twirling over her nipples sending ripples of heat straight to her core.

Charlie grabs Bryce’s ass and presses his body to hers, his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. “I need you, Bryce,” she pleads and kisses him hungrily.

“What do you need, Charlie? Tell me.”

“I need you to fuck me, Bryce.”

“I love this confident, dirty talking Charlie,” Bryce growls, deftly lifting her up with seemingly little effort, Charlie wrapping her legs around his waist. He backs her against the wall for leverage before lining himself up and thrusting into her with a groan. She gasps as he hits her deep. “Too much?”

“No,” she answers, even though it kind of is, but in a good way. It’s pleasure bordering on pain every time he pushes all the way in, and the intensity has her craving more. His pace quickens, one arm bracing against the wall. The angle and the friction are just so that she’s rapidly nearing the edge. “Oh my god, Bryce, more.”

“Fuck, Charlie. Anything you want.” He holds her tighter and thrusts up fast, his grunts and moans signaling he’s getting close as well. The pressure swells inside her until she gives in and lets it go.

“Yes! Oh my god. Yes!” She cries out, her voices echoing on the stone tiles as her walls pulse around him and her hole body trembles, a heady euphoria overtaking her senses. Moments later Bryce cries out as he finds his release inside her.

Bryce sets her down, propping them both against the wall until they get their bearings. He gets out of the shower first and hands her a towel.

“You know, I usually sleep naked. Now that were...together, would you mind?”

“Oh! Umm... no I don’t mind.” Why is she getting flustered over that of all things after everything they’ve done today? “I guess I’ll join you then.”

Bryce grins widely. “Perfect,” he says as he scoops her in his arms and walks her to bed.

Charlie snuggles in next to Bryce and rests her head on his shoulder. “Well this has been an eventful day.”

“I’d say. You think Katelyn will actually call off the wedding?” he asks.

“If you’d have asked me right after our conversation, I would have said yes, but after that stunt she pulled and then blaming you for it? Who the hell knows what she’s going to do.”

“Well no matter what, I got you out of this whole ordeal, so I’m calling this week a success.” Bryce kisses her sweetly on the top of the head.

Charlie squeezes Bryce tight and closes her eyes. No matter the outcome of the actual wedding, this trip has been one of the best things in her entire life.