Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Thanks again for doing my laundry today,” Charlotte tells her sister.
“That’s what we do.” Audrey shrugs. “I was here anyway, and I know you didn’t get to do it last weekend.”
“That’s on me.” I lean over and press a kiss on her shoulder. “Sorry, babe.”
“Aw,” Audrey coos.
We all laugh. I grab a couple more slices of pizza and listen as the sisters talk about a book they’re reading. Once I’m finished, I lean my head on Charlotte’s shoulder, and her scent surrounds me. Fuck, how am I already this addicted to this woman?
“I think we’re losing him.” Audrey chuckles.
“It’s your sister’s fault. She let me sleep next to her two nights in a row and then took herself away from me. I’ve slept like shit this week.”
“You’re a good man, Spencer Pennington,” Audrey comments. “I’m going to clean up. You two head to bed before we have to try and carry him to your room.”
“I can help,” Charlotte tells her sister.
“It’s some paper plates, a couple of empty beer bottles, and a pizza box that will get shoved in the fridge. I’ve got this. You crazy kids behave.” She points her fingers at us.
Charlotte stands from the couch and holds her hand out for me. I place mine in hers, and she yanks to help pull me from the couch. We say goodnight to Audrey before she leads me down the hall to her room. We head to the bathroom and brush our teeth before flipping off the bathroom light and moving toward the bed.
“Naked,” I tell Charlotte as I push my shorts and boxer briefs over my thighs. I let them fall at my feet and step out of them before adding my shirt to the pile. “I need to feel your skin against mine.”
“What if I get cold? You know the air conditioning is chilly at night.”
“Naked, in my arms. I promise you, baby, you won’t get cold.” I climb under the covers and wait for her. I watch her as she slowly strips out of her shorts and tank top before taking her spot next to me. Reaching over, she turns off the lamp, and the room is bathed in darkness.
“Come here, Charlie girl.” She doesn’t hesitate to slide across the mattress and rest her hand and her cheek on my chest. I wrap my arm around her and hold her close. “This,” I whisper. “You,” I amend, “are what I needed.”
Her hand begins to roam over my chest. “I’m afraid to get too used to this,” she says, her voice soft.
“Why?”
“I’ve never really had a serious relationship, Spencer. I’ve dated here and there, but nothing that had me craving more. I’ve never missed anyone the way that I miss you.”
“That makes two of us.”
We’re quiet as she continues to explore. Her hand slides lower and lower until she’s gripping my hard cock in her small hand. “Charlie—” Her name from my lips is a warning. Not because I’m exhausted but because I want her with a ferocity that I don’t understand.
“Is this okay? Can I?”
I’m not an idiot. I will never tell this beauty that she can’t touch me. “As long as it’s you.” I lift my head to press a kiss to hers.
“Just me.”
“Just us,” I counter. I can imagine she’s smiling and that her blue eyes are lit up from our whispered confession.
She strokes me slowly. Her soft hand pumps from base to tip, circling the head of my cock, repeating the process over and over again. I’m so fucking hard. I want so many things at this moment, but what I want more than anything is to see what she’s going to do next. More than that, I want her to grasp the fact that I’m hers and she can do with me as she pleases.
When she shimmies under the covers, I fist her pillow, because I have a pretty good idea what my girl is up to. My cock twitches in her palm at the thought of her sweet lips wrapping around me.
The cover is pulled back, and I look down at her resting between my thighs on her belly. I can’t see her eyes, but I imagine the blue is dark and filled with desire like I know my own brown are as they gaze at her. “Is this okay?”
I swallow hard. “I’m yours, Charlotte. You never have to ask for permission to touch me. I can guaran-fucking-tee that anything you want to do is more than okay with me.”
“So I don’t have to ask to do this?” She slides her hand to the base of my cock, and at the same time, her tongue peeks out and swirls around my head.
“N-No.”
“Or this?” She lifts up and takes the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue in a move that has me gripping her pillow with one hand and the sheets in the other.