by C. A. Harms
But when I turned to face Brock, he looked like he was pouting a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked with a grin on my face. Okay, so it was much more like a cheek-aching smile.
“Are we still hanging out after I’m done here?”
Have you ever seen the look on a little kid’s face when he drops his ice cream to the ground and realizes it is no longer salvageable? Well, imagine that on a full-grown man and multiply it by five.
That would explain Brock’s current state.
And because he is always looking for ways to get a rise out of me, I figured I would run with this now.
“I’m just exhausted,” I began, and any light left in his eyes dissipated almost instantly. “I was thinking of just taking a long bath and crawling in bed, losing myself in a good book.”
And again his face fell even further.
I actually didn’t think it was possible for him to look any more disappointed.
I was wrong.
I tried to hold his stare, but seeing this beefy, bulky, and stunning man stare back at me with those big puppy dog eyes, I caved.
“And I’m thinking with you snuggled up next to me, it would make it a perfect end to my day.” I knew teasing him was wrong, but it felt so right. After all the time he had done his own version of the same thing to me, it was only right that I take the opportunity to repay him.
A heat flashed in his eyes, and within seconds, I was backed up against the wall, his body pressed firmly to mine.
“You think you’re funny now?” he asked, his lips only inches from mine.
“I can’t always let you have all the fun, now can I?” He didn’t seemed amused. Yet he wasn’t mad; I could see the intense look in his eyes, and I had a strong feeling I might have been in trouble.
But in the best possible way.
Things between us had remained innocent; minus the heavy kissing, there was very little we had shared. For the last few weeks, Brock had been a complete gentleman. He was sweet and gentle, so unlike the man I first met.
I believed this sweet side had always been hidden deep inside him, but not many had a chance to witness it.
I felt blessed I had been given that chance. And if things between he and I didn’t work out in the end, I wouldn’t regret it. I’d have the sweet memories of our time together as a reminder of why I took a chance on this rough, but absolutely beautiful, man.
“Maybe I won’t come over now.” He arched a brow, and I knew instantly he was bluffing.
Only once had we shared a night in the same bed, and honestly it wasn’t planned.
I had gone to his place to watch a movie one night after we had dinner, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the early hours of the morning in a panic. I felt horrible that I had left Roxy and Romeo alone without being fed or taken out.
I rushed home to find my babies waiting by the door, as if they had been there all night wondering where I was or when I was coming home.
So me staying with Brock for any future overnighters was at this point impossible.
Which was what led to our plans to have dinner at my place and then just relax in front of the television. Wherever that led us, I was okay with it.
But this taunting game we were playing was only making me wound up even tighter with a need I knew had been boiling inside me for weeks when it came to this sinful man.
I rose up on the tips of my toes and brought my lips even closer to his. He watched me closely without speaking.
“Twelve eighty-three,” I whispered just before kissing him softly. “That is the code to the alarm at my place. Use it if you want.” Another kiss, only this time I teased him a little further by trailing my tongue along his lower lip. “I’ll be at my place, taking a very long hot bath.”
I stepped back before he could stop me and slipped around him.
“You decide if you’d like to join me,” I said as I stopped in the doorway of the studio room. “But I wouldn’t make me wait too long. I’m very impatient.”
Chapter Fourteen
Brock
Twelve eighty-three.
I had repeated the code in my head a million times since she walked out of the studio room.
She left me stunned by her forwardness yet very excited about what the night would bring. So excited that the last hour and a half of my shift felt like it had taken forever to end.
As I approached the front door of her condo, my hands shook. I felt like a teenager all over again. This uncertainty wasn’t like me. I was always so confident and sure of myself, but at this moment, I was so tied in knots that it made me feel sick.
Twelve eighty-three.
I tapped in the code, and when the beep of the keypad echoed on the darkened porch, just before the light changed to green, a rush of excitement ran through me.
Without any further hesitation, I turned the knob on the front door and began to push it open. But within seconds, I was stumbling backwards, pulling the door shut once again. The sounds of ferocious growls continued just on the other side of the door, and that earlier excitement turned to one of anxiousness.
I was suddenly thankful that I had not just lost a limb at the mouths of what sounded like a very pissed off pack of dogs.
After taking a brief moment to tame my racing heart, I reached into my back pocket and tapped out a text to Charlie.
Brock: So was that your plan all along? Invite me over so you could feed me to your dogs?
Leaning back against the pedestal on the porch, I waited for her response, which took a few minutes and made me worry just a little.
Charlie: Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I fell asleep and meant to put them up.
Continuous snarling growls and what sounded like scratches could still be heard from the other side of the door. It reminded me of a scene from that movie Cujo.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere near whatever kinds of dogs were making those sounds.
Brock: I think you owe me something special for almost feeding me to the beasts.
I smiled at the thought of what she could give me.
Brock: Something sweet and warm.
When she didn’t respond, I began to worry I was too forward.
Charlie and I had obvious chemistry. We had kept things tame, but from the way she had left things when leaving the gym, it was as if she was ready to take that step.
Maybe I had read her wrong.
But before I could backpedal and send her another message, I heard a rustling sound coming from the other side of the door.
When it opened, I swear I felt all the blood rush to one central location in my body.
My mouth was dry, and even if I wanted to speak, I wasn’t sure I could. My mouth went dry, and my knees felt unstable.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized once again before stepping to the side to let me in.
It was then I got an unobstructed view of Charlie standing in absolutely nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. And it wasn’t even one of those big fluffy towels that covered more than most bathrobes.
No.
It was a small towel, one that barely wrapped around her, hitting mid-thigh. The slit up the side gaped open, making her hip fully exposed.
And in the front where she held her hand fisted around the cotton material, her breasts were all but spilling out.
“Come in. They’re up now,” she assured me.
I nodded my head as I stepped over the threshold and fisted my own hands at my side.
I wanted to control my urges; I truly did.
But knowing that Charlie was only a few feet away, naked beneath that poor excuse for a towel, made them that much harder to contain.
I took in one deep breath, and when that did nothing but heighten my impulses, I spun around to face her.
She looked back at me, as if she knew exactly what was running through my mind at that moment. I moved without another thought.
I gripped her hips, mo
ving her backwards to the wall, and her hands let go of the towel to wrap around my neck. My mouth covered hers in a hungry, demanding kiss.
When her towel pooled at our feet, I only grew harder as I thrust my hips forward, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.
A soft moan fell from her lips.
I wanted to be a gentleman, but in my defense, she made that mission almost impossible. I wanted to allow her to lead, but at that moment it was the most difficult task I had ever attempted to accomplish.
She pulled back from our kiss, attempting to catch her breath, and it was then that I got my first glimpse of her gorgeous body.
She was perfection.
Lean and toned, with just the right amount of curve in all the right places.
Roaming over her body with my hands, I cupped her breasts, and she whimpered, causing me to look up and lock my gaze on hers.
“You are perfect,” I whispered as I brought my mouth back to hers.
I needed more.
I allowed my palms to trail along her sides and over her hips to settle on her ass.
In one swift movement, I lifted her, and instinctively her legs encircled my waist.
Gentle shifts of her hips made my mind go into overdrive as I imagined her moving over me the exact way she was in that moment.
“Fuck me.” The words fell from my lips as my heart raced within my chest.
“My thoughts exactly,” she said breathlessly.
At that very moment, I decided there was no going back. I wanted this woman. I wanted all of her.
I made sure I had a firm grip on her ass as I turned away from the wall, holding her body tightly against mine.
“Bedroom?” I asked, attempting to look over her shoulder, and I started for the hallway up ahead.
“Down the hall, first right,” she said in response, and I could hear the eagerness in her voice.
I knew just what she was feeling. That strong urge to have more. The uncontrollable desire to feel her naked against me, moaning out my name.
As we moved down the hall, we were like a pinball bouncing from one side to the other, because we couldn’t stop kissing long enough to get where we were going.
You’d think the sounds of pictures being bumped or the rattling of items on a small table just outside her room would have been enough to make us pause, but at this moment neither of us seemed to care.
Once we entered her room, I made a direct dash to her bed, where I wasted no time placing her against the mattress and lowering my body to hers.
I felt like I was on fire, and that burning inside me only grew with each kiss, each touch of her hands.
Charlie was amazing in every possible sense of the word. It was consuming, and normally something this intense would have had me running for the hills, but now I just wanted more.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered while looking down at her. I paused for only a moment so that I could remove my worn shirt, taking yet another opportunity to take her all in.
Beautiful wasn’t even a good enough word to describe it. I had never in my life experienced such a pull toward one specific person. But with Charlie, I felt it. What we were doing here was so much more than two people lusting after each other.
I had so many thoughts running through my head at once I felt like I could literally explode from the rush of it all.
It was as if she could feel it too and was also struck hard by the idea. She looked up at me, her chest rising and falling, her hands at her sides.
Before I could say a word, she lifted herself up off the mattress, and with shaking hands she reached out and began to unclasp the belt at my waist.
I watched her the entire time as she focused solely on her task. Once the buckle was loose, she moved on to unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.
I knew she felt this connection between us; I could sense her nervous state.
My stomach muscles tightened when the tips of her fingers skimmed over the exposed skin just above the waistband of my boxers.
“Charlie,” I whispered. I was fully aware of that one word sounding more like a plea falling from my lips.
And again it was as if she knew exactly what I needed.
She continued to move as she rose up on her knees before leaning over and positioning herself before me.
Neither of us spoke, but words weren’t necessary. Her eyes spoke for her.
The moment she took me into her mouth, my head fell forward, and on instinct I placed my head on the back of her head. Not really to guide her but more so that I could feel her move before me.
The combination of her warm wet mouth and the way her head bobbed in my hand was too much, and my heart began to hammer within my chest.
I fisted her hair. “Yeah, baby, that’s it.”
Not that she needed coaching; the woman was working my cock like a pro.
It was too good, if there was such a thing.
“Slow down.” I gently tugged on her hair still fisted in my hand.
She looked up at me through her long lashes, and I almost lost it at that moment, my cock still pressed against her lips.
“I’m strung so tight at the moment that I’m afraid if you keep doing what you’re doing I won’t last more than a couple seconds.” She smiled as if she was very pleased with herself, as she should be. My head was still spinning from the effects of her mouth.
I pulled back enough that my cock fell from her mouth, and when she licked her lips, I swear I felt it in my balls.
“Lay back,” I encouraged her.
It was my turn for a taste, and my mouth was already watering at the thought.
She lay back, and her legs fell to the sides, fully exposing her pussy. I wasted no further time.
Almost instantly, her hips bucked as I barely flicked my tongue against her clit.
“Hold still, baby,” I said with a smile, loving that she was so responsive and greedy.
I blew across her moist center, and when she whimpered, I moved forward and immediately began eating away at her with purpose. Charlie gripped the back of my head and gently began to move her hips. She was practically riding my face, and I fucking loved it.
I took full advantage of her current state and pushed my tongue inside her as she continue to strive for release.
I looked up at her and was mesmerized by her beauty.
Her mouth had fallen open, and her tongue rested against her full upper lip. She was so completely lost in the moment that I didn’t think she had any idea that she was doing all the work.
Her eyes closed so tight as her thighs were both squeezing at the sides of my head.
“Oh my god,” she moaned. “Yes.”
I kept going, sucking on her clit as she pumped her hips faster and faster.
She was so close to her release, and suddenly it became the most important thing to achieve for the both of us.
I wanted it I think as badly as she did. I craved it.
“Yes,” she moaned out as her body shook. “God yes,” she shivered as she rode the wave.
And just like that, she ignited and became so lost in the blissful moment that I don’t even think she realized she was lightly panting my name over and over.
Hearing my name from her in the state she was in only gave me a sense of power.
All I kept thinking was I did that.
I gave her that.
And in that moment, it didn’t even matter that I hadn’t yet gotten my own, because the pleasure I felt from knowing I was the one responsible for Charlie and her next to comatose state, made it all worth it.
Chapter Fifteen
Charlotte
Maybe it was a little creepy that I was watching him sleep, but I couldn’t stop myself. Brock was by far the most puzzling guy I had ever met.
He was rough around the edges. Demanding, bull headed and cockier than anyone I knew. He thought he was always right and refused to admit otherwise.
But he was also a wide array of other things.
I was slowly getting a chance to witness all those other things.
I knew he had it in him, especially when I’d seen him with his nephew or even Natalie, his sister-in-law.
A light snore filled the room, and it brought a smile to my face. He was so far lost in some dream he was having that on occasion I could see the left side of his mouth tip upward as if he was attempting to smile.
I found myself hoping it was me and memories of our night together that he was dreaming of.
A night that I knew I would not soon forget.
My muscles still ached from the hours combined that we spent twisted up with each other.
I’d never been worshiped the way he offered it.
The man was a genius and absolute stellar lover.
But there was no way I’d tell him that; his ego did not need any further boosting.
I’d keep those thoughts to myself.
“Good morning.” I focused back on him when I heard his raspy voice fill the silence.
He was on his side looking at me with a smirk.
The sheet had fallen away from his body, and he was fully exposed, not trying to hide it in any way.
I slid in closer, wrapping my leg over his, and he quickly hooked my waist and pulled my body on top of his as he rolled to his back.
I could already feeling him growing hard against my stomach.
“Aren’t you worn out yet?” I asked.
He chuckled and combed his fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face. “Stamina, I have a lot of it,” he said with a smirk. “Can’t you tell?”
He thrust his hips upward, and his now very hard erection was impossible to miss.
“He likes being warm,” Brock said, and I rolled my eyes.
What a cheesy line.
Granted, coming from Brock, it was cute, but had any other guy said it, I most likely would have throat punched him.
“And I’ll never get enough of you,” he added.
