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by Anna Brooks


  His lips part and he leans over me, pressing kisses to my breasts then working his mouth all the way down my stomach. He gently nips at the swollen lips under my panties, and then licks his way back up again. He’s driving me crazy, and as much as I love his mouth all over me, I really want him to fuck me.

  When his face comes into view, he smiles, and slowly traces my lips with his tongue. “I want to taste you almost as much as I want to be inside you again.”

  “Okay, but for the love of all that’s holy, pick one and do it. I’m dying here.” I lift my hips, desperate for friction, but he smirks and backs away.

  “Travis,” I whine. “Please.”

  “Okay, sweetheart, all you have to do is ask.” He gives me a hard kiss and sits up.

  I lift my hips when he pulls my underwear down and claw at the sheets in anticipation.

  He spreads my legs open and teases me some more by kissing everywhere but the one place that’s on fire. When his wet tongue traces a path from my rear pucker to my clit, I nearly fly off the bed. His muscular arm presses on my belly, making me lie still. He draws lazy circles with his tongue, over and over. When he sucks on my clit, I lose all discretion, and scream his name. I’m still coming down when he slides into me in one easy thrust. My back arches, and the moan that exits my mouth is unintelligible.

  “Jesus, you feel fucking amazing.”

  His tongue finds mine, and after I taste myself on him, he leans his forehead on mine then starts to move in and out. Slow.

  “Oh, my God.” I release the death grip I have on the sheets and wrap my arms around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Never, have I felt this whole before. Tears brim my eyes, and when he starts to increase his pace, I wrap my legs around his thighs and use what little strength I have to pull him deeper. “Harder,” I whisper.

  “Fuck, baby, I won’t last. You feel too good.”

  Sweat coats his body and the jaw that I’ve seen tight from anger so many times is lax. His blue eyes have taken on a deeper shade, and they’re almost closed from pleasure. To know I did that to him, that my body can make him feel good, makes my orgasm start to build.

  “I’m gonna come, Travis, I need you to fuck me harder.”

  Up on his knees, he lifts me by my ass a little higher, grips my thighs, spreads them open even more, and pounds into me. Hard and fast. Perfect. I close my eyes and gasp as pleasure like I’ve never known rips through me.

  His growl comes in unison with my moan, and after a minute of slowly sliding in and out, he collapses on top of me.

  “Fuckin’ A, that was unbelievable. You good, sweetheart?” He talks into my neck and his warm breath tickles the hairs there.

  I laugh. “Yeah, I’m good.” My fingers gently massage his scalp, and we sigh in contentment.

  “Love you,” he whispers.

  “You, too.”

  “I forgot a condom. I’m so sorry. When you came from my tongue, I couldn’t wait anymore, and I totally forgot.” His words are rushed, worried.

  “It’s okay, I’m on the shot.”

  “Thank, Christ. Although,”—he props himself up on his forearms, and moves the hair covering my eyes—“I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my life, so there’s no going back now.” He winks, and I snort.

  He knows I think winking is creepy. Then I laugh harder trying to cover it up. He laughs right along with me and sits up. When he tries to pull out, I frantically grab him. “No! Just a little while longer, please.”

  “Okay.” His voice is soft. “I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

  “How about forever?”

  The clock shows it’s been ten minutes, but my mind says it’s only been half that.

  “Can I get up now?”

  I stretch underneath him. “I suppose.”

  He kisses my closed eyelids and slides out of me and off the bed. Already feeling lonely, I grab his pillow and cuddle with it, inhaling his masculine scent. His presence back in the bedroom makes me smile, and I giggle when he tickles my foot.

  He massages up my calves and when he gets to my knees, he gently spreads them apart. I feel a cloth between my folds and sit up, throwing the pillow on the floor.

  “I got it.” I grab the washcloth and back up against the headboard.

  Why? Why does the memory of Todd hit me now? I just had the most amazing, earth shattering, mind-blowing sex with the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with. I will not cry. I won’t. Instead, I drop my head so my hair covers my face and bite my lip.

  “What’s wrong?” His concerned voice breaks my heart. I’m so pissed at myself for being weak.

  I shake my head and brush him off. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  “No. You’re not.” He pushes the hair back and ducks down to look at me. “Talk to me.”

  “It’s stupid.”

  “Nothing you feel is stupid. Remember what you just promised me? Honesty, right?”

  Why did I say that? “I don’t want to ruin what just happened. Please, leave it alone.”

  “No.” He stands at the foot of the bed. “I’m not doing this with you, Charlotte. You either talk or—”

  “Or what? You’ll leave me?” I rise on my knees and raise my voice. “What do you want me to say? Todd used to do that, okay. He always cleaned me up after.” I twist my hair and hold it at the nape of my neck, suddenly hot. “And you know why I’m on the shot?”

  “Okay, I get it. You don’t have to finish,” he concedes.

  “No. You want to give ultimatums, this is the consequence. You want to know what I’m thinking, what’s going through my fucked-up head?”

  He closes his eyes and hangs his head.

  “He brought the damn shot to my house every three months. That’s how I got started. And when he would clean me up, I thought it was sweet at first. But toward the end, I cringed. I hated it.” My knees give out, and I fall to my butt. “I hate him. I fucking hate what he did to me.”

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Travis reaches for me and pulls me to his chest. My arms hang, but he grabs them and wraps them around his waist. “I’m an asshole. I won’t do that again, okay?”

  Nodding into his chest, I begin to find comfort again. He stands there, holding me, while I calm down, and eventually I have the mental strength to look at him again.

  “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have yelled like that.”

  “No. I shouldn’t push you. You’re right. I asked.”

  He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “You hungry?”

  “Yeah.”

  * * *

  We’re lying in bed, after another round of blissful love making. Travis is on his back, and my head is rests on his chest, while I make patterns with my finger.

  “Do you still think about the baby?”

  “Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I do. But I don’t feel anger anymore.”

  “What do you feel?”

  “Sad. I’ll see a little girl and wonder what my daughter would look like. If she’d be able to ride a bike yet or if she’d like princesses or sports.”

  “Do you still want to have kids?”

  “With you, yes.”

  I smile against him. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, sweetheart. At least two. You?”

  I copy his words. “With you, yeah.”

  He kisses the top of my head and holds me a little tighter. I wrap my arm around him and close my eyes, hoping for a restless night’s sleep. I don't know how long the nightmares will last, but when he holds me, I know my dreams have come true.

  Chapter 23

  Travis

  I SLIDE MY ARM out from under Char’s sleeping head. Before I get up, I stare down at her beautiful face, and kick myself again for being an asshole last night. I wasn’t thinking when I got mad. I’m sick of her shutting down around me, but that’s no excuse to give her an ultimatum. Every time she tells me another horrible story about what that fucker did, I wish I’d done more damage.

  I grab my
cell off the dresser and close the door behind me. Rummaging through my clean laundry, I pull out some running clothes. I’ve been so worried about her that I’ve skipped my regular workouts at the gym. Since she seems better now, I’ll settle for a run this morning so I can get back faster.

  I put my earbuds in and jog down the stairs. As soon as my feet hit the pavement, my mind clears and I run hard. Stress and tension leave my body as I push faster.

  A few miles later, I’m dripping with sweat when I get back to my apartment. Staring up at the brick building while I catch my breath, I know things have to change. I had the door on her condo replaced yesterday, and walking through it, I realized I’ve gotta get a house. Her place is smaller than mine is, and we need more space. She loves to paint those pictures; I’ll make sure she has her own room for that. And when we have kids, they’ll need a big yard to play in.

  “Hey.” Char smiles and meets me at the door with a kiss. “Ew, you’re all sweaty.”

  When she backs away, I take a step closer.

  “No. Don’t you dare.” She’s holding a spoon in front of her as a weapon.

  “You think that’s gonna keep me away?”

  “Yes. You wouldn’t dare risk getting spooned to death.”

  “Sounds kinky,” I laugh.

  “You’re such a perv.”

  I step closer and she runs away. “Ahh. Stop!”

  I chase her into the living room, and we end up on opposite sides of the coffee table, circling each other.

  “Get away from me!” Her voice is serious, but the goofy grin she’s wearing says otherwise.

  “Nope. Come here, I just want a hug.” I hold my arms out and fake right, before running left. She dodges me, but I graze her shirt with my fingers.

  “You’re all sweaty! And crazy!”

  “Crazy about you, baby.”

  “Oh, my God. That was lame.” Making a big show of it, she drops the spoon and holds up her hands. “Okay, I surrender.”

  I put my hands on my hips and tilt my head. “You do, huh?”

  “Yup. Now come get your hug.”

  Her eyes keep darting behind me toward the hallway, so I know she’s lying.

  “Nah, I’m gonna go take a shower. Wouldn’t want to get sweat on the princess.” I turn and leave her standing with her mouth agape.

  The steam leaves the shower for a brief moment when she enters, naked. Fake pout on her lips, she says, “What the hell? You were supposed to come hug me then I was going to dodge you and lock myself in the bedroom.”

  “I know.” I smile. “But don't you understand by now that a locked door won’t keep me from you?”

  She crosses her arms, causing her tits to smash together. My dick stands at attention, and her eyes dart down. She licks her lips. So fucking hot, she’s wet, feisty, mine.

  “Don’t you?” I repeat.

  “Yeah. But since you won that round, it’s my turn to be the victor.”

  She grips me, hard as steel, and slowly strokes from base to tip. I lean down the same time she leans up, and our tongues and lips collide. She’s slowly torturing me. I rock my hips a little faster in her hand, but she takes the other and pushes me against the wall.

  “Nope.” She smirks and drops to her knees.

  The first stroke of her tongue from my balls all the way to the leaky tip has me fighting to keep my eyes open. I want to watch her, want to see my dick disappear down her throat.

  Without taking me into her mouth all the way, she licks me like it’s a fucking sucker. Christ, everything she does is mind blowing. But this teasing shit has to stop.

  “Charlotte,” I growl, gently grabbing her hair. “You had your fun. Now open up for me.” She glares at me for a second before smiling. Then she complies, and I start to fuck her mouth. It’s fucking perfection. Like her lips were made to suck my dick.

  She adds her hand to the base and pumps along with my thrusts while massaging my balls with her delicate fingers.

  “Unless you want it in your mouth, baby, stop sucking and jack me off, I’m about to come.”

  I lean my head back against the cold tile and expect to feel the loss of her warmth around me. Instead, the suction increases, and I come straight down her throat. She’s still sucking even after she swallowed, and I have to force myself to pull back because it’s too fucking intense.

  “What the hell was that? Fuck, sweetheart.” I squat down in front of her and try to gently kiss her lips, but end up ravishing them instead.

  She moans into my mouth, and I know I have to take care of my girl. She gets turned on giving me blowjobs, and that was a killer one, so she’s probably soaked.

  I decide to tease her a little and wash her hair and her body first. She’s crossing her legs and biting her lip, obviously wanting something, but is reluctant to ask.

  I shut the water off after I wash myself and reach out to grab her a towel. Disappointment flashes in her eyes, and I shake my head a little, trying to hide the smile on my face.

  When she walks away, I come up behind her and throw her on the bed, face down, then grip her hips to position her so her knees are bent and her thighs are against her chest.

  She shrieks and tries to wriggle free. When I lift the towel to expose the perfection that is her ass, she stills. I pull her to the end of the bed and kneel on the floor for easier access. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs a little wider, so I have a front row view of her glistening pussy. My mouth waters just looking at her. It’s my turn to be the victor.

  Charlotte

  Travis went back to work this morning. I wish he never had to leave. I loved being our old selves and hanging out all day yesterday. It’s really going to take getting used to the fact that he has to sleep at work. I got him back, and I want him all to myself, all the time. We had a copious amount of sex yesterday, and I still want more. I never realized how great it could be. It’s a whole other level. It’s ecstasy, heaven, home.

  I’ve tried to get ahold of Mary, but she doesn’t answer her phone. I’m worried about her, and even though I only knew her for a few hours, she probably saved my life. Who knows what would have happened if she hadn’t seen me in that alley. Plus, I really want to know what’s up with her and Brandon.

  I feel like shit for going against Travis’ wishes, but I know I’ll be fine. I tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. It’s not like I’m lying to him. I’m perfectly capable of driving on the interstate and walking to a door.

  I knock on the splintered wood and wait. Movement inside tells me she’s there, but after I knock again, she still doesn’t answer. “Mary, it’s Charlotte.”

  “Who?” she asks.

  “Charlotte. Umm, from the alley, remember?”

  “Oh. Hold on.”

  Once she unlocks everything, the door opens, and I step inside. She peeks outside and quickly shuts it, replacing the locks.

  “What’s up?” She sits on the bed and crosses her long legs.

  “I, umm, tried to call you a few times, but you didn’t answer.” She stares at me, expressionless. “So, I just wanted to see if you were okay. And also to thank you for what you did that night.”

  “Oh. That. No worries.” She waves me off, and I sit opposite her.

  “Okay. How have you been?”

  “I’m fine. How’d everything go with Travis? He sure seemed happy to see you.”

  An automatic smile forms, and I gush, “Great. Perfect. Everything with him is wonderful now. We’re finally moving forward. Well, I’m the one who took forever; he’s been ready since I got back.” I tilt my head. “What about Brandon?”

  Her head seems to shake on its own accord. “Nope. Not going there. I’ll be honest with you. If you want a friend, you’ve got one. But I won’t talk about him. I won’t talk about my past, and he’s a huge part of it, so…”

  “Okay. I don’t really want to talk about my past, either.”

  “Good.”

  “Good.”

  We both laugh, and she
stands up. Pulling on a pair of Nikes, she asks, “Want to go grab some food? I’m hungry.”

  “Sure, sounds great.”

  As we’re about to get in my car, a black sedan with tinted windows pulls up next to me.

  “Dammit,” Mary whispers.

  Brandon emerges and walks around his car, leaning on the passenger side door. I can’t deny how hot he is. A couple of inches taller than Travis, but the same strong jawline and short hair. Dressed in black boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a gun belt, I try my best not to stare.

  “Ladies,” he says. “Where you off to?” Even though he’s wearing aviators, I can tell he’s staring at Mary.

  “I’m getting some food with my friend. Is that okay with you?” Mary snaps at him over the top of my car on the passenger side.

  A very brief moment of disappointment flashes across his face before he answers, “I brought you lunch. Mom made your favorite.”

  “Tell her to stop. I don’t want your food, and I don’t want your pity. Char, let’s go.” She gets in the car, slams the door, crosses her arms, and looks out the window, away from Brandon.

  He runs his hands through his hair and blows out a frustrated breath before looking at me. “Hey, Charlotte.”

  “Hi.”

  “She doesn’t like me very much right now.”

  I laugh. “I gathered that. How are you?”

  “Been better. What about you?”

  That damn smile of mine comes back. “Good.”

  “Right. Well, I’ll see ya around. Tell Trav I said ‘hi’.”

  “Okay. And Brandon.”

  He raises his eyebrows.

  “I’m sure you can figure it out. She’s a really nice person, and I can tell she cares about you.” Her anger is fake. It’s the same way I treated Travis, and she looked at Brandon with such longing that I swear I see myself in her.

  “That’s the problem, Char. She cares way too fucking much.”

  I back out and give a wave before pulling onto the street. Mary gives me directions and when it’s quiet, I ask, “Why is he bringing you food?”

 

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