Let Me Fly

by St James, Hazel

  Avoiding her ankles, Charlie reached out to grab her calves, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Grasping her thong in his hands, he yanked the material in opposite directions until the material shredded. Bryn could see the lust clouding his eyes in the soft light of the room as he stepped out of his boxers, his glorious cock springing free from its confines. Bryn swallowed tightly as she lifted her head to marvel at his perfectly muscular body, all the way from his thighs, taut stomach, bulging arms and tight shoulders. She took a staggering breath as he unhooked her bra, peeling back the material from her breasts. He ran his hands down her body, caressing her skin. Falling to his knees, he pushed her legs open, hooking them over his shoulders.

  It didn’t take long for his warm breath to flutter across her mound, teasing as he used his fingers to open her slippery folds. Her patience was waning as she waited for him to attack her sensitive flesh. She looked down to see what he was waiting for, seeing his blue-green eyes staring back at her.

  “I’m going to be quick, Bryn. We both need some sleep. I didn’t plan to do this at all, but I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. I promise. I will worship every inch of your body next weekend.”

  Bryn nodded her head, before dropping it back into the mattress. Charlie made good on his promise as his lips and tongue attacked her clit, peeling the hood pack as he pulled at the bud with his teeth. His other fingers ran up and down her slit, gathering up her juices and then plunging deep inside her core. It took seconds for her need to sky rocket, the climax building quickly, making her hips undulate. Charlie added another finger, stretching her tissues, until she could feel the orgasmic wave crash over her. She hadn’t even come down from her high as Charlie stood up, slipping the bulbous head of his cock inside her.

  “Are you on the pill, Bryn?” Charlie groaned as he rolled his hips, “I’m bare, but this feels too fucking good to stop.”

  “It’s okay,” Bryn gritted out, “Stay in. We’re good.” Her mind went blank as he held her legs up, standing in between them on the floor, pumping in and out of her. At this angle, he was hitting her so deep, so hard, that she thought he was going to rip her apart. She could feel his cock swell as he let go of one of her legs, landing his thumb directly on her clit. The extra sensation was more than she could handle, and her second orgasm ripped through her as Charlie pumped his seed deep inside her body. “Oh, God, Yes, Charlie. Yessssssss!” she screamed, feeling the release rocket through her, her body twitching with pleasure. Charlie stood there panting, eyes closed. A smile crept across his face as he let go of her legs, pulling out. She winced, realizing that she had never been pounded like that before. Her internal muscles were fluttering, sending aftershocks through her body.

  Charlie steadied himself on the footboard, holding up two fingers with his other hand. “Two, kitten, and you screamed my name,” he panted.

  Regaining his composure, Charlie found his boxers on the floor and slipped them back on. “Bedtime, kitten. I would prefer that you sleep naked, but I can get you something to sleep in, if you don’t like to sleep in the nude.”

  Bryn stretched her body out in an exaggerated yawn, before she curled up on his bed, pulling the covers over herself. “I’m good like this. Can you throw me my phone?”

  Charlie reached down to pick up her shredded jeans, pulling her phone out of her pocket. As he handed it to her, he said coldly, “I want you sleeping before I get back from starting the laundry, Bryn.”

  Rolling her eyes, she shook her head as she made her way to the bathroom. “Whatever, Charlie. Sounds like you are asking for binder clips to be clipped to your manhood.”

  Bryn shut the door as he called back to her, “You love it and you know it, Bryn.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she trilled back.

  Smiling to herself, she quickly texted Corey to let him know she was spending the night, and would need a ride in the morning. Feeling utterly exhausted, she let her body drift into a deep slumber, dreaming of a perfect life with Charlie. I won’t end up alone.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Bryn stared at her computer screen, the numbers a blur as her mind wandered. Small snippets of the last fourty-eight hours kept replaying in her brain as she sat at her desk. Bryn could barely hear a phone ringing as she continued to daydream. She jumped when her boss Mitch yell from his office, “Answer the fucking phone, Bryn!”

  “Double M Harleys, this is Bryn, how can I help you?”

  Bryn spent the next ten minutes trying to explain to the customer service representative on the phone what was wrong with the last parts order. The jackass wasn’t going to cut them a deal on the overpriced swing arm assemblies they had sent a week late, causing them to have to cut the price of a refab they had done for a local couple. It would cut into their profit, but an unhappy customer was a loud customer. That is what Mitch and his wife Marley both said when they hired her.

  “Bryn, get your ass in here,” Mitch yelled after she finished putting the rep in his place, securing a 20% discount on their entire order.

  Bryn grabbed her yellow notepad and pen, ready to take notes. Knowing that he was calling her in to his office for a butt reaming, she decided that she should play dumb, admitting to nothing. Mitch was a softy under all that tattooed muscle and bald head, making it easy for him to forgive her shortcomings. Not that she wasn’t good at her job, in fact she was a master with numbers. Sometimes, however, her mouth would get the best of her, and Mitch would give her his most patronizing look as he called her in to his office.

  This time, his face with hardened with pure anger. “Shut the door, Bryn.”

  Slowly turning around to close the door behind her, Mitch continued, “Now, sit, kid.”

  Obediently, she walked around to the bar stools sitting next to his desk. She hopped up on one as he stared at her. Sensing his foul mood, Bryn decided it would be best to not aggravate him with her smart mouth right now.

  “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong with you today?” He started marking off his fingers as he gave her the list of her mistakes, “You aren’t appropriately dressed, you spilled coffee all over the kitchen, you called the shop manager a prick, and now you were just daydreaming at your fucking desk as the phone rang.” Bryn looked down at the floor, trying to keep her tears to herself. Mitch had given her a full-time office manager job, when there were plenty of other more qualified applicants. She owed him a lot, and felt bad that she was royally screwing up today.

  Compassion softened his face as he continued, “You okay, kid? Is it your mom?”

  Bryn shook her head back and forth, still staring at her shoes. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m just preoccupied today.”

  Mitch cut right to the chase, “Is it this doctor guy that placed the huge special order with Corey this morning? He could get a much better deal on all that fancy shit in Madison, but he was adamant about buying it here. Said he really liked the staff here, and I doubt he’s into Corey as much as he would be into you.”

  Bryn’s smile completely covered her face, making Mitch bark out an obnoxious laugh. “Well, that answers that, I guess. Keep your private life outside the shop, Bryn. Pull your head out of your ass and let’s get back to work. Let’s run through the numbers for the ride to Sturgis in August. Did you make reservations for 5 rooms? You sharin’ a room with Corey, or are you getting a room by yourself?”

  Bryn thought about how much had changed since the last time she had talked with Mitch about going to Sturgis. Maybe she wouldn’t be going with the shop anymore. Bryn had always been invited to ride along with the guys, even before she had started working at the shop. Now she had high hopes that she would have a boyfriend to ride with instead. Things were going so well, she was even considering getting her own bike and maybe Charlie could help her to become a skilled driver, too. The possibilities were making her giddy.

  Bryn hopped off the stool, walking over to his desk. She flipped the pages of her notes backwards to find the pages for the Sturgis ride. “I reserved 5 rooms, t
wo adjoining. I don’t know if I will be staying with you guys anymore. Can I get back to you on that?”

  Mitch put his large hand over hers, squeezing her fingers. It was no secret that Corey had been giving her riding lessons. Mitch even knew that Bryn had panic attacks, but to his credit he never asked why.

  “Don’t give up on ridin’, Bryn. You’ll get it. Marley would love it if you would ride in the chase car with her. Otherwise, you can ride back warmer with me on my Streetglide. Marley has even slept in it when we ride; the plush back is so comfortable.”

  “I plan on going, no matter what. I just might have alternate arrangements is all.”

  Mitch squeezed her hand again, before letting go to slap his hands on the desk. “Good, glad that’s settled. We only have a little over a month left before we leave. Please check with the guys to see if they need anything special ordered. I want to take a few custom pieces along to showcase the talent we have here in old Wisconsin. I don’t want to wait until the last minute on some of this shit.”

  “Got it, boss. Anything else?”

  “Yes, no more fuckin’ day dreaming about the doctor. It is almost the end of the month and we need to get statements out this week. And go home over lunch and get some decent shoes on! I don’t need OSHA in here harping on me about my ditzy office staff and their lack of shoe protection.”

  Bryn laughed as she walked out of her office, playfully slapping her own butt cheek. “Lesson learned. I promise to be good, Mitch.”

  He yelled after her, “Ya right, Bryn. I’ll believe that when I see it.” She could hear his loud sigh as she slipped back into her chair.

  Bryn looked at the clock on her desk, as she pulled up the weekly order list from the shop. It would be a quick and easy project to keep her mind occupied before lunch time. She was already counting down the seconds until she could at least text Charlie.

  It was almost one o’clock in the morning and Bryn was wide awake, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Glancing at the screen of her phone, her heart sank at the empty screen. Giving up, she rolled over in her bed, pulling the covers up tight under her chin. She sighed as she closed her eyes, willing her body to go to sleep. Bryn jumped as the phone vibrated on her chest, feeling as if mere seconds had passed. She pressed the button on her phone, making the screen lit up. 3:30 am. A text message from Charlie was displayed under the time, “Hope u r asleep Thinking about u”

  Bryn decided it best not to send him back a message right now. Not wanting to appear desperate was her first concern, but her second was that maybe he had a few minutes to get some sleep, and she didn’t want to take that away from him.

  Bryn couldn’t imagine how hard Charlie’s job was. When she screwed up at work, parts weren’t ordered, or checks weren’t mailed on time. When Charlie screwed up at work, someone could die. There was a huge difference between their careers. Amulet wasn’t a metropolis with daily shootings and gang violence, but yet it was large enough to have a steady flow of patients in the ER department.

  Thoughts of Charlie lying alone on a hard cot, trying to sleep made her heart ache. It was hard to deny how much she cared about Charlie. Love was a strong contender, but she wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone, yet. Her emotions were starting to get the better of her when her phone vibrated again. “Missing my favorite pillow”

  Delicious thoughts of Charlie wrapped around her in the middle of the night swirled around in her brain, jump starting her imagination. Coupled with her overwhelming feelings, Bryn gave up on sleeping. She sat up in bed, calling his phone. He answered on the first ring.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you, kitten. I’m sorry.”

  Bryn’s heart warmed at the sound of his voice, “No, I am having a hard time sleeping anyway. You okay?”

  There was a long pause before Charlie answered, “Shit day, and this week is going to really suck. We are down a doctor and I haven’t even had supper yet. I am too fucking tired, though, so I came to crash. But I promised I would text you when I could.”

  Bryn felt bad for adding more stress onto Charlie’s shoulders. Sighing, she answered “Don’t worry about it, Charlie. I would rather that you took care of yourself, than send me a stupid text message. You focus on being a doctor for the week, and I promise I will be waiting for you on Saturday morning.”

  Charlie yawned as he answered, “Have your suitcase packed. I want to be on the road by nine in the morning. We have to make a pit stop in Madison to pick up the keys to my Land Rover before they close at noon.”

  Bryn giggled, “You really did pitch all your keys into the lake, didn’t you, hottie?”

  Charlie’s voice had quieted, sounding more than half asleep now, “Anything for you, Bryn.”

  Bryn closed her eyes, reveling in her happiness. Charlie was the sweetest, kindest man on the planet. And he’s mine, she thought. “Good night, Charlie. I will see you on Saturday.”

  “Good night, gorgeous.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bryn rubbed her eyes, stretching out behind her desk at the shop. It was almost six o’clock on Friday night, and she was dog-tired. She decided that she needed to throw herself into work to keep her mind occupied, she was working eleven hours a day at the office. Mitch had given her free range over the summer sales floor, and she was frantically doing research on the best sellers, statistics on the riders in Wisconsin and market trends to bring in something edgy that would pull buyers from the larger cities. Bryn was stoked when Mitch had approved her buying three new bikes to showcase, including a new Softtail Slim with a matte black finish.

  Satisfied with her progress, Bryn shut her computer down, ready to head for home. She knew that Charlie would be getting home late tonight, and would need some serious sleep tonight before they left tomorrow. Locking up the shop, she walked out to Corey’s old two seater pick-up. Corey needed to leave work right at five o’clock today, opting to leave her with his pick-up for wheels instead. He was going to spend the weekend in River Falls with his college friends. Sensing that he was happy Bryn had someone else to watch over her, she all but pushed him out the door at closing time. Feeling like a heel for monopolizing Corey’s time all these years was not something she wanted to deal with right now.

  Bryn decided that she would take some snacks out to Charlie’s cabin to leave by the front door. He would be home late, and all the restaurants would be closed. Remembering that he told her he was too tired to eat, she decided that a good girlfriend would make sure that he had something healthy to munch on. She stopped at the grocery store, buying a cheap foam cooler, apples, string cheese, bottled water, and some ice to keep it cold. Throwing some pretzels and peanuts for herself to leave at his cabin, she smiled as she thought about sneaking down to his kitchen in the middle of the night, naked, to grab a snack.

  Bryn made the drive to his cabin, coasting into his driveway. She was surprised to see the lights on in the kitchen. She almost squealed when she thought that Charlie was already home. I will just say “hi” and drop off the food. I won’t get too close, otherwise I might tackle him to the ground if I get a good look at his body.

  Bryn’s elation fell as she pulled the truck in front of the garage. Two sets of dark tire tracks marked the outside of the garage stall where Charlie kept his Harley. He can’t be home, he only has his bike.

  Walking up to the front door of his cabin, Bryn walked right past the picture window on the opposite side of the kitchen. Standing at the sink, chopping something into a colander, stood a leggy, raven-haired woman, wearing only one of Charlie’s white t-shirts. When she turned to the side to reach for something, Bryn could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her well-endowed assets were stretching the cotton material. She stood at the sink, slowly swaying back and forth to inaudible music. Her nails were perfectly manicured, and the make-up on her face was flawless. Bryn’s self-esteem plummeted as she looked at the perfect female body standing there.

  Bryn could feel her neck muscles bunch as Charlie’s betrayal traip
sed around in the kitchen, making supper. He had been too tired to talk to her all week because when he wasn’t at the hospital, he had this bitch at home to keep him company. She could easily be his girlfriend, or maybe even his wife. Bryn’s stomach lurched when she thought about Charlie being married. Her mind started to race, her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, and her hands were shaking. I’m such a moron! He never cared about me at all, I was just a piece of ass!

  Tears started to fall as she dropped the cooler on the ground, the foam splitting and the contents spilling all over the front step. She slipped on the ice as it cascaded around her feet, scrambling to get back to her truck. Yanking her door open, she barely made it into the truck before the whore made it outside to see what the noise was.

  Bryn’s window was rolled down, making it hard to ignore the woman when she called to her. “Can I help you?”

  Bryn had to fight the urge to throw the door open and smack the smile right off the bitch’s face. Instead, she hissed to her, “No, you can fucking have him. I don’t want sloppy seconds.”

  “Hey, wait. It’s not…” Bryn couldn’t hear the rest as she threw the truck into reverse, whipping around and gunning it out the driveway. The truck bottomed out as she flew out of the driveway, sending sparks behind her.

  Bryn couldn’t breathe, her sobs were clutching at her chest as she drove. She didn’t even remember getting back into town or getting inside her apartment. Locking the door behind her, she slid down onto the floor, whimpering until her tears ran dry. The skin on her face was tight from her tear tracks, as she stared lifelessly at a spot on the carpet.