The Hitchhiker

by Charlie Lee

“Good girl. Now, go get naked.”

  “No promise, big guy.” I turn and walk in with a huge grin on my face.

  After Katch cleared the memory away from me by putting me back together, he forced me to sit down and memorize a code. It’s a combination of special days and years in my life that I’m unable to forget. He’s still insistent on the house being alarmed around the clock because of his job. I never thought he’d send Brick and Snake away, but he has.

  I don’t care for his job, but know it’s something that makes his blood pump through his body, and I’d never take that away from him. Crawling into bed with a killer every night isn’t something to take lightly and can wear on the best of people. But he’s my killer, my man, love, and life, and all of that erases everything else. Clean slate.

  Naked will have to take a backseat right now. Katch needs some brownies. He’s going to be wound up tight when he gets home; between family time, my stunt in the car, and business on his mind, he’ll need to relax. I put my new shiny iPhone on the speaker dock and crank the tunes. I lose bits of clothing as I mix up the batter, just in case Katch walks in while I’m still baking. At least I’ll be naked or on the way to being so.

  Once the brownies are baking and the kitchen is cleaned, I pick up one of the several bad habits I’ve picked up from Katch. In my bra and panties, I waltz out to the back patio and light up a cigarette. The smoke billows from the seam of my lips. My body relaxes, and my mind floats. The sun warms my skin while I zone out for a moment.

  I giggle when a John Mellencamp song fills our house. Entering the kitchen, I unclasp my bra and toss it on the floor. One step closer. Katch should be walking in anytime. I begin singing the words to the “Authority Song.” An automatic smile graces my lips every time I sing about fighting the law and it always winning. Not in my case…I beat the system.

  The timer goes off, the brownies slide from the oven, and then off go the panties. Damn, I’m on the road to being one hell of a housewife. I sing louder in excitement. I don’t hear him come in until I’m pulled back into his body. My ass colliding with his jean-clad straining cock.

  “What do we have here?” His growl is deep. It would come across as a threat to anyone else.

  I spin in his arms, placing my arms around his neck and then gently swaying to the song. He remains still with a deadly stare. I finish singing the final words and then am hoisted up onto the counter. My bare ass meets the cold surface. Katch rips the cord of the speaker dock from the wall.

  “Brownies?” He cocks an eyebrow.

  My legs spread to allow him room. He takes advantage of it, leaning in close enough to kiss me, but turns his head. I watch him pick up a knife, slicing into the brownies with ease. When I lean up to lick his neck, he pulls back, punishing me. His sexy lips sink into the first bite of the brownie. He repeats the action over and over until he has my core dripping wet.

  “Share?” I finally ask.

  This gets his attention. He places a bite of brownie on my bottom lip then feeds me. My eyes flutter closed, enjoying the taste and his scent controlling me.

  “I ain’t the kind of guy for you.”

  This causes me to shoot upright, frantically searching for meaning in the depths of his whiskey eyes.

  “And I’m also a greedy motherfucker, Hollywood.” His fingers dig into my flesh, then his head dips to nibble a crumb off the swell of my breasts. “You aren’t living with his last name one more day.”

  He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a silver band. “Marry me.”

  I shove hard against his chest. “Asshole! First off, you just scared the shit out of me.”

  Katch tries to push my arm away, but I keep the resistance strong.

  “And two, I don’t even know your name, big guy. I’ve searched Katch Sterling on every single database possible, and no hits. You, my mystery man, DO NOT EXIST!”

  He grins slyly.

  “There’s no way in hell I’m marrying a man whose first name I don’t even know. So spill.”

  “You got in my car, then my bed. Your lips have been around my cock, and I’ve fucked you every which way,” he counters.

  “Name.”

  “No.” He steps back, running his hands through his hair, leaving it standing up on end.

  I hop from the counter and close the distance between us. My palms rest on his chest, and I refuse to back down.

  “You are going to give me a new last name, erasing the remnants of the nasty past.” I rise on my tiptoes until our lips are mere inches apart. “Let me wipe your slate clean, so you have nothing left behind haunting you.”

  He’s silent for several long beats before letting out a pained exhale. I don’t quite catch it the first time he says it.

  “Come again?” I let my lips linger on his, giving him the courage to tell me the name his parents gave him.

  His birth name. The one he carried for years throughout the abuse and heartache. The one that shaped the man I’m wildly in love with.

  “Ernie.” It’s barely a whisper.

  “Ernie,” I reply.

  He nods.

  “Ernie.” I bite my bottom lip, stifling the laughter. “My big badass is named Ernie, as in Bert and Ernie.”

  He slaps my ass, only causing me to roll into a fit of hysterics. This man who could snap a person’s neck with his bare hands is named Ernie. I shouldn’t be laughing, and that fact only makes me laugh harder, nearing the edge of peeing myself.

  Katch apparently doesn’t appreciate my laughter, even though he has a grin on his face. In a flash, I’m whirled around, pressed into the counter. The sound of his zipper flying down is the last thing I recall before he’s trying to fuck the laughter out of me. Thrust after thrust doesn’t do anything to tame down the laughter. It’s not until Katch reaches around to pinch each of my nipples that the laughter dies and the passion takes over. It’s a coil of tension that threatens to slice me in half. I scream out then collapse on the counter.

  Katch isn’t finished. He uses my body until he’s growling and throbbing inside of me. I’m confused when he stops, pulling himself from my body and spraying his hot cum all over my ass. He runs his dick through the wetness, working himself all the way.

  “Shower, and then we’re leaving.”

  “Uh? What? Where?” I have no energy to stand up.

  “Vegas.”

  “You don’t even know if I said yes or no.”

  “Don’t have to.”

  “Now, Ernie, this is supposed to be all romantic and shit.”

  Katch reaches down between my legs, cupping my pussy. “I’ll Ernie your ass, Nadine. Now, fucking shower and get dressed.”

  And that’s how my happily ever after started. My own fairytale comprised in this large world full of opposites. It just so happens our opposites collided in the best possible way.

  Acknowledgments-

  Where do we even start? This journey has been wild! We are two very best friends who decided to start up a new pen name. The writing happened naturally. We have so many amazing readers and bloggers to thank for getting our name out to everyone. It’s because of all of you we are at this point.

  One half of Charlie has to thank her husband for putting up with the extra time this project has taken. The other half wants to apologize to her cat and goldfish for the late night writing hours. Stay tuned for more to come from us. We are already working on book #2. It will be releasing late Spring…stay tuned.