Greyson’s tone doesn’t sound like he cares too much of my predicament.
“I went for a run and somehow ended up at your shop. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal if I knew how to get back to my uncle’s place.” Scrunching my eyes shut, I pause for his response.
“Thank you.” Ending the call, I walk over to the brick window ledge and lean against it. Obviously he isn’t too angry with our little pissing match earlier to not come and save me. Once again, karma comes and smacks me in the head. I really need to stop fighting the evident pull between Greyson and me.
“Look, I’m sorry I had to call you,” I ramble as he climbs out of his truck. If I didn’t know him personally, having this large man come stalking over to me would definitely make a fearful type moment. But, instead of fear, my body yearns for his touch. In all the chaos of today, between the fighting and asshole comments coming from both of us, after the long run to clear my jaded mind, all I can seem to think about is kissing him. Either I have completely lost my mind, or the reality of how long it has been since intimately touching another soul is finally getting to me. Because, his tall frame, chiseled body, and intricate artwork, combine with the look of sheer determination is doing things to my body that I can’t even begin to try and explain.
“Greyson?” I question as his body invades my space, sending me back a couple steps into the shop wall.
The cold night air teases my skin, while the hard brick wall scratches against my shoulders. Greyson’s arms pin me in the center of him, causing me to instantly catch my bottom lip between my teeth. Without giving it another thought, Greyson’s lips find my bare skin. Feeling like this should be illegal; having his mouth on my neck is a downright crime. But I can’t stop him. For once my mind is taking the backseat and letting my body do all the driving. There is no denying the connection between us; once his lips touch mine I know my entire world will shatter.
“Greyson,” I mutter again, sending his lips off my skin and crashing into mine. It’s as if the whole world stops when his lips meet mine. All the back and forth banter, all the questioning of simply being friends is completely out in left field. The only thing that matters is his lips on mine.
His arms snake around my back, pulling my closer into him. Instinctively, my arms reach up around his broad shoulders, locking my fingers tightly behind his head. Greyson lets out a small moan as I pull his head closer to mine, deepening our kiss. It’s been so long since I’ve craved the touch of a man, I’m not sure my body is going to know how to stop.
“We are not doing this here,” Greyson mumbles on my lips. His hands immediately slide down my torso and hook right under my ass. In one swift move he lifts me off the sidewalk, hooking my legs around his hips. Without breaking the connection between our lips, Greyson skillfully walks over to the truck, opens the passenger door and deposits me on the seat. Growling, he pulls away, and holds up a finger signaling to wait. If I thought I was hot and sweaty after that run, then I’m downright filthy right now. My downstairs throbs, begging for attention, and all I can think is please don’t let this be the end.
Squirming in my seat, my eyes follow Greyson as he jogs around the truck. Ripping open the door, he throws the truck in reverse and tears off down the street.
“Where are we going?” It takes everything in me to fight the temptation to crawl into his lap right now. We might not get along tomorrow, but at least tonight isn’t going to be a complete waste of an evening.
Greyson answers my question with a snort, quietly mumbling something only audible to him. I fixate my gaze on the floorboards. My sex drive is now running ramped, and I know if I keep staring in his direction, someone is bound to be naked before we end up wherever he is taking me.
Suddenly the truck comes to a halt, and I raise my head to look out the window.
“You brought me home?” I’m shocked. I thought we were on the same page back at his shop. This is not what I have been mentally preparing myself since he dropped me on my ass in the truck. I thought we were heading somewhere to continue the evening; enjoy a casual romp with no strings attached?
“I’m not going to take advantage of you, Charlie.” Greyson’s sexual drive has clearly tanked since our little make out session.
“Didn’t you realize that I am totally okay with it?” My words go from somewhat calm to freak-out girl shrieks. How in the hell is this man turning down sex?
“Charlie, this isn’t how I want it to go. I want something more with you, and even if it can only be a friendship right now, then I refuse to take it any further. I want you too much to let something like a casual heated fuck mess it up.”
“I can’t fucking believe you,” I rattle while fumbling with my seatbelt. My entire body is shaking from the explanation he just gave me. Sure, I’m attracted to this man, and for some reason everything seems to keep pointing to us being together. But, there is no way I’m even somewhat remotely ready for any sort of relationship other than a casual goodtime.
Greyson chuckles when I drop the f-bomb, instantly pissing me off even more. “You are a complete ass,” I yell. Tossing the door open, I grab the edge and slam it close. Sprinting up to the door, I kick the stupid red flower pot off the step and grab the key. Turning around to see if he is still watching, I flick my middle finger at him and narrow my eyes.
“Jerk,” I mutter while shoving the key into the lock. Slamming the front door behind me, I toss myself down on the black leather couch. Moments like this are the reasons I still want to drink.
Chapter 22
Greyson
I have never found someone so pissed off as attractive as Charlie is right now. Pulling up to the shop, watching her as she leaned against the brick building in a little white tank top and tight black pants, gave me such a hard on. All of my blood headed south to my dick, instantly leaving the brain with nothing to go on; hence the reason I ended up smashing her into the brick building and claiming her lips as mine. I could have tasted her forever. My hands had been dying to wrap themselves around her waist, exploring her lean toned muscles from the long daily runs she partakes in. Her body is smoking, and the attitude she throws at me constantly only furthers the desire for more.
I don’t exactly know what snapped in my brain, telling me that what we were doing was a bad idea. But suddenly, it was all I could think about. I knew the ambush had got her heated, instantly melting in my greedy hands. But I refused to be a quick release for her needs. I want to be a part of Charlie’s life and not just someone who gets her panties wet. It seriously took everything in me to break that connection and place her in the truck. The entire drive back to her uncle’s place I had to think of the nastiest things in order to not reach out and grab her again. At one point I had myself thinking of explosive diarrhea spurting out anytime my hand thought of getting anywhere near her little body. Even with all the trash I had been trying to distract myself with, I couldn’t help but continue to sneak glances over at her.
“You brought me home?” she shrieks. Clearly she didn’t envision the end of this little escapade to end up back at home. But, I can’t do it. I can’t be that one night stand, and then go back to her hating me in the morning.
Watching her slam the truck door, then stomp up the walkway is almost comical. I’ve seen her irritated at me, and maybe even a little mad, but horny and frustrated brings out a completely different side to Charlie. Trying to conceal my laughter, I cover my mouth in case she happens to look back.
Charlie whips around and flips me the bird, instantly sending me into a snickering rage. I don’t think I have ever heard a curse word besides ass out of her beautiful mouth, and now I’ve got her giving me the finger out of sheer frustration. This tactic is either going to work perfectly in my favor, or completely backfire once her damn vagina calms itself down.
I can’t deny the fact that I’m dying to get her naked and underneath me. Anyone that claims they wouldn’t is either clinically insane, or bats for the other team. Charlie’s appearance turns m
e on in the worst way, but I would have to say her damaged personality pulls me in deep. Maybe it’s the fact that she is so broken and sad. The opportunity to help her, give her a reason to smile, and prove to her that life isn’t always so bad is something that tugs on my heart. I have never been so attracted to a female that gives me such a hard time. My life has always been easy up until she sat down on the barstool. Now, with the issues at the shop, having Charlie insisting on doing something with Will, and the shop in shambles, I can’t seem to get my feet underneath me.
I just have to figure out a way to keep Will away from Charlie. I can’t blame Cameron for not wanting to talk to Charlie, but at the same time shouldn’t she want to make sure it doesn’t happen to her? Isn’t there some unwritten woman code that all dick holes are ratted on; making sure no woman ever falls victim to their asshole nature? I know I’ve fallen victim to that little stunt, since a couple women have tossed some shit back at me. Usually, I could still talk them out of their panties, it just took a lot longer than I wanted. But, men like Will should be taken out back Ol’ Yeller style and disposed of.
“Yeah,” I snip into my cell phone.
“Look, I’m sorry.” I know how hard it is for Cameron to apologize to anyone, let alone me.
“I get it, Cameron. I’m just trying to figure out a way to keep that asshole away from Charlie.”
“Are you home?”
“On my way. What’s up?”
“I’m on my way over with pizza. Think of it as an apology for my nastiness when you asked for help. There are a few things we need to go over for the shop, but after that I’ll help you with the little William problem.”
“Meat supreme?”
“Is there anything better?” Cameron laughs as a smile spreads across my face. I shouldn’t have even questioned the pizza selection. After all, that woman is my best friend. “See you in a few.”
Ending the call, I toss the cell back on the center console and crank up the stereo. Dealing with this Will shit just got a hell of a lot easier.
Cameron’s little car is already parked in the driveway as I pull up. Knowing she has already let herself in, I shake my head over our relationship. Most people think we will end up getting back together. Before Charlie I wouldn’t have written that out of the future. But now, I know she isn’t the person I’m going to marry. Cameron was my first real love. Sure, we almost killed each other, but what we have is something special that most people don’t even get the chance to experience in their lifetime. I can only imagine what life will be like when I get Charlie to give me her heart willingly. Cameron will always be my first love, but Charlie is definitely my future.
“What were you doing out there? Daydreaming about a threesome with the Babbet triplet’s again? I heard your truck pull in like five minutes ago.”
“Woman, there is no reason to get nasty. Besides, I already tagged the triplets last year.” Snagging a slice from the box, I flop down on the opposite side of the couch from Cameron.
“You really should be castrated. You know that, right?” Cameron acts like she is disgusted, but I know deep down it doesn’t even register on her radar.
Shrugging my shoulders, I continue to stuff the cheesy goodness into my mouth. This is going to take even more work at the gym tomorrow. “Remind me to hit the gym up tomorrow morning. All this fast food is killing me.”
“If I am only that lucky.” Cameron rolls her eyes. Pulling out a folder from under the pizza box, she grabs a couple pages and spreads them out on the coffee table. “I need you to decide on the flooring for the waiting room.”
“Can’t they just clean the tile up?” Grabbing two of the sheets, I stare at the samples on the pages. I didn’t want to spend my evening looking at what type of flooring will be going into the shop.
“The tile was ruined. Not to mention some of it got cracked. I talked with the construction company and they recommended we go with the stained concrete look. I’ve narrowed it down to these three colors, but am leaving the final selection up to you.”
“I seriously don’t care, Cameron. I know you already have one in mind, since you probably have the furniture picked out, too.”
“I don’t know why I even try and include you on these decisions.”
“Because in the end, I have to write the checks.” Hopefully, Cameron’s expensive tastes don’t completely rob me during the now even bigger remodel.
“Which reminds me; I have the new figures for the remodel.” Forcing a scared smile across her face, Cameron hands over a sheet of paper. She nervously giggles while waiting for my reaction.
My heart stops beating as I stare at the black and white printed paper. I knew the cost of the original remodel had already been high, but this number is downright astronomical.
“Eighty-eight thousand dollars! You have got to be shitting me, Cameron? Are we fucking installing a glass ceiling incrusted with diamond accents?” My tone went from calm and collected, to panic and anger. “Why in the hell do we have to pay this fucking much when it originally was only costing me a little over forty?”
“Calm your muscle filled brain, sweet cheeks. See, this is why I hate telling you anything. The adjuster came back with a figure for us this afternoon, and we are only looking at another eight thousand out of pocket to add to the bill.”
“Still, fucking eight thousand, Cameron? Those fucking little shits. I hope they come in to get tattoos so I can write cock suckers across their foreheads.” Tossing the paper back on the coffee table, I storm out of the living room and into the kitchen.
Reaching into a cupboard, I pull out a small tumbler and a bottle of Crown. Twisting the cap off, I fill it to the very top and grit my teeth. Huffing, I grab another glass and fill it half full. If we are to get through this conversation tonight, then we both need to be drinking. Otherwise someone might end up dead by the end of the conversation.
“We are not buying a red leather couch,” I scoff, tipping what’s left of my third glass of crown. I know Cameron has appointed herself as the interior decorator of our lives, but red leather?
“You really have no taste, Greyson. Red leather would look stunning on the deep purple walls.” Cameron’s feet are now resting on the empty pizza box. The more we drink, the looser we tend to get. She is already down to a thin tank top and jeans, her long blonde hair pulled up high in a messy ponytail, exposing her delicate shoulders and deep summer tan.
“Since when do purple and red go together?” I’m an artists and I love to mix colors when I paint, but never those two together. I view red as a harsh, powerful color. One that requires domination and to be the main attraction. Purple is a cooler color, one that shows compassion and sorrow.
“Don’t worry about it then. Since you obviously can’t envision what I see for the shop, I’m just going to leave you out of everything.” Cameron laughs and clangs her glass down on the end table next to her. “So, what are we going to do with the asshole that’s creeping up on your girl?”
“She isn’t my girl, technically.” Standing up quickly, I grab my empty glass with Cameron’s and head back into the kitchen. Realizing we had drained the bottle of Crown already, I pull out the vodka and dump the contents into our glasses.
“Bullshit. You set claim to that poor female the moment you laid eyes on her.” Giving me a wink, Cameron kissed the air as I handed over the now clear liquid. “Vodka?”
“We drank the Crown, and it wasn’t the first time.” Rolling my eyes, I flop back down on the coach and sprawl out. Talking about Charlie now that we have had a few in us probably isn’t the smartest thing to do.
“Whatever, Greyson. Somehow we have to play cock block to that egotistical, lying scumbag, communist dick waffle so he doesn’t ruin your precious Charlie.” The anger rises in Cameron as she rambles on about Will.
“I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“No, you don’t want him to stick his penis in her.” Cameron scoffs and tips her glass back, emptying the glass like taking
a shot. “What in the hell are you going to do with her anyhow? It’s not like you are the dating type anymore.”
“You can be a real bitch at times.”
“Holy shit, you actually have feelings for this girl.” Cameron shoots up in her seat, eyes huge in amazement.
“I’m still a fucking human being that’s capable of emotion,” I snap. Of all people to toss me shit, she should realize how serious I am about this situation.
“So, getting her to leave town is out of the question?”
“No.”
“How about we kill William? My dad still has an empty septic tank out back. We can dump the body and no one will ever no.” Cameron’s eyes sparkle when she mentions killing the asshole. Normally that would be a red flag to most guys, but since it’s coming out of her mouth I don’t really think twice about it.
“We can’t kill him, Cameron.”
Cameron lets out a disgusted snort, and then leans back into the sofa. “How about we ruin the date?”
I toss her a confused look. How can we ruin the date if the only details I know is that it is happening on Friday?
“We follow them, you idiot. I’ve been dying for a reason to wear this new emerald green dress.”
“The only thing I can think of is punching the ass in the face.”
“Oh Sweetheart, that’s why you have me in your life. I’ll do all the ruining, and all you have to do it pick me up, buy me dinner, and tell me I’m pretty.” A wicked smile appears on Cameron’s face as she wiggles the empty glass in front of her. “Now, be a doll and fill this up again.”
For once, I’m actually nervous for what that woman is planning up in that bleach blonde head of hers.
Chapter 23
Charlie
I had to drag myself out of bed this morning. Spending the better portion of the night sulking from last night’s horrible make out session gone wrong, I had all sorts of issues opening my eyes when the alarm went off. After muttering some very creative curse words, and stubbing my toe twice on the closet doors, I managed to get my running clothes on.
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