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“I asked you a question.” He ignores what I just said and focuses on his own question.
“Is this what you came here for tonight?” I ask. “To get the lowdown on what went on with Mrs. Cartwright?” He just stares at me. “It’s the same shit it always is. Just like you, she hates me, wants me to crawl back into a hole and die, yada, yada, yada.”
“What did you expect when you came back here?” He folds his arms over his chest, and I can see his arms get bigger.
“I expected for everyone to have moved on a little. I expected to be stared at and pointed at. Trust me, I wasn’t expecting to be anyone’s friend, but I wasn’t expecting this,” I admit. “I told the truth.”
“Yeah,” he snaps, “a little too late, don’t you think?”
“I don’t have to take this shit,” I declare, hoping my voice doesn’t crack. “I really fucking don’t. I was scared shitless of doing it!” I shout at him, not willing to go back to that memory. “I could have kept my mouth shut and then none of this would be happening to me. But I didn’t. I stood up and challenged them, told the truth about the whole family, and what did it get me?” I shake my head. “But, hey, it’s not the first time I’ve been strong-armed and pushed around.” I see his eyes flinch. “I’m just not going to stand here as a willing participant anymore.” I turn and head to the door. I hear him rush up the three steps as I open the door and walk in, hoping he doesn’t follow me, but then feeling him in the house. “What do you want from me, Charlie?” I ask him softly. “I literally can’t give you anything else, because I don’t have anything left to give.” I wipe away a tear. “You can turn back around and go back where you came from.”
I walk toward my bedroom, hoping he just goes away, when I feel his hand grab my wrist and turn me around, my back toward the door of my bedroom. His eyes stare into mine. Not saying a word, he bends his head and his lips crash onto mine. My mouth opens in shock, so he has the chance to slide his tongue inside. His hand lets go of my wrist, so I raise my hand to touch him but secretly stop myself, putting my hands up beside my head. The kiss I tried to erase from my memory is now alive and better than I thought it was. His mouth moves from one side to the other to get the kiss to go deeper, his hand now cupping my ass as I arch my back into him. I should stop this. I should push him away. I should do a lot of things, but what I don’t do is that. Instead, my hands go to the hem of his shirt as I push it up so I can feel the heat of his skin.
My nails graze against the bottom of his stomach and his muscles contract as he pulls me away from the door and toward the bed. The bed I made as soon as I got out of the bath, a bed I was sure was never going to have Charlie Barnes in it again. A bed that has only had Charlie Barnes in it. His hands move from my ass to my sides as he pulls the tank top up and over my tits, letting my mouth go just so he can rip the shirt over my head. He tosses it to the side before grabbing my face and kissing me again. My hands work on his shirt now, moving it up, and he lets my mouth go so he can reach behind him and pull it off. I lean in, biting his nipple and hearing him hiss, my teeth mark still there from last night. Something flutters inside me as I lean back in and bite the same spot until he growls, and I’m picked up and thrown on the bed. He puts one knee on the bed. His hands go to my hips to rip the shorts down and then the panties, which are also tossed to the side, before coming back up to my face. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he bites my jaw. “Got your mouth on me yesterday,” he mumbles as he licks down my neck toward my nipple, stopping to suck it into his mouth. “Didn’t give me a chance to use mine.”
I watch him open my legs, my knees falling to the sides as his head bends, and he devours me like I’m his last fucking meal. I get up on one elbow, watching him lick up my slit toward my clit, flicking it with his tongue before going back down and sliding it inside me. My eyes close as I take in the feel of him. My hand comes out to run into his hair as his finger slides in with his tongue, hitting my G-spot before sliding his tongue out of me and moving up to suck my clit between his teeth. It’s all I need for me to fall over the edge. Gushing over his finger, I moan out his name, “Charlie.” But he doesn’t let up, not Charlie. Instead of pulling his finger out, his finger just speeds up. I can’t even help the pant coming out of my mouth, moving my hands through his silky hair, gripping it in my hand. “I’m going to come again,” I admit. His eyes look up at me as his tongue flicks my clit from side to side. His fingers fuck me faster and faster until I let go again, this time bigger than the last time. Bigger than when I do it to myself, bigger than it’s ever been. “It’s…” I close my eyes, feeling it rushing through me. My hand loosens his hair as I move my elbow and lie down in the bed.
He slides his fingers out of me, one hand lying beside me, the other up by my head. My body feeling like it’s floating on air. My eyes watch him move off my bed, thinking he will grab his shirt and leave. But instead, with his eyes staring into mine, he kicks off one boot and then the other. His hand moves to the button on his jeans. My eyes watch his hands, seeing him pull the zipper down. My heart beats even faster than it was two seconds ago when I had my second orgasm in less than three minutes. His hands push the jeans down, and then he stands there in black boxers, the outline of his cock filling out the front of his underwear. He pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free. My eyes watch him move one knee onto the bed and then the other, his cock in his hand.
“On your knees,” he orders me, “ass up, face down.” I must be moving too slow for him because he grips my hips and turns me over himself. “Hands stretched in front of you.” He picks up my hips as I put my forehead to the bed and stretch out my hands in front of me. I’m about to say something to him, but he rubs his cock up my slit once before he slams into me. The sound of us both groaning fills the room. He stays rooted inside me for a second, his hands gripping my hips harder before he pulls out slowly, then slamming back into me.
I grip the sheets in front of me as he mercilessly pounds into me. It’s so fucking good I can’t help but moan out, “Yes!” His hands grip me even tighter as he lifts me off my knees, and his balls hit my clit over and over again as he fucks me. I can’t do anything but hang on as he takes me over the edge again. My eyes close to ride it out, my hips now moving to meet his thrusts. I hear him hiss from behind me when he slams into me one last time before he gives me small little thrusts, until I feel his chest on my back at the same time as his fingers let go of my hips.
He slides out of me and collapses beside me as I move my knees and hips to the side. Neither of us says one word to each other. Neither of us do anything but trying to catch our breath. I lie here looking at the wall, my eyes getting heavy, probably from the crying I did after work. I should probably kick him out of my bed, tell him to leave now before we have another confrontation like this morning. I’m about to tell him to get out when I feel him curl into me. His legs tangle with mine, his face almost in my neck, and I hear him softly snoring. I close my eyes, taking in his warmth. The only thing going through my mind is that he'll be gone by the time I wake up.
Chapter Thirteen
Charlie
My eyes flicker open when I feel something tickle my nose. I feel weight on my stomach and then feel the heat from a body beside me. I blink a couple of times, looking down to see Autumn’s head on my chest, her arm over my abs, and her leg hooked around mine. My arm under her body holds her close to me. I put my head back and look at the ceiling, trying not to hate myself but failing fucking miserably.
I look over at the side table, seeing there isn’t even a clock on there to tell me what time it is. I look out the side window, seeing the sun is just coming up, so I have to get the fuck out of here before the alarm goes off again and wakes her up. I think about how to dislodge myself from her. At the same time, I want to turn into her and wake her up in a different way. My cock agrees with this plan while my head screams at me to get the fuck out.
I slide away from her, slowly pulling my arm from under her. It takes me a full five minutes before I walk over to the end of the bed, grab my boxers, and slide them on. This is somewhat like it was yesterday morning, but we aren’t telling each other how much we hate each other. I grab my T-shirt, putting it on before picking up my boots and walking out of the bedroom. “Next time, get dressed outside,” she mumbles. I turn my head to look at her as she turns over from where she was lying, which was on top of me not five minutes ago, as she puts her hand under the pillow on the other side of the cover, just barely covering her, as my eyes go to her perfect arch of her back and up to her neck.
I take one final look before walking out the back door and slamming it. The struggle to go back in there and let her know this is never going to happen again is real, but instead, I go to sit on the step and put on my boots. Walking down the steps toward the path that goes to my house, my head is down, trying not to look over my shoulder. But right as I get into the forest, I make the mistake of looking back. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but nothing is there for me. Just the swing moving softly front to back, with the whiskey bottle right beside it.
Kissing her last night, I tasted it on her lips and knew I should have stepped away, but just like the day before yesterday, the pull to her was something I couldn’t understand. Seeing her standing there with tears running down her face, begging me to just leave her be, but because of the asshole that I am, I just pushed her even more. I didn’t even know why I was doing it; I just knew it was happening. Hearing her sayI literally can’t give you anything else because I don’t have anything left to give,I felt like I was kicked in the stomach. The air left my body, making it harder and harder to breathe. We were all broken from that night, something I don’t think I ever admitted.
I walk through the forest, replaying last night in my head. The night before when I went to her, I was drunk, and when I slid into her and closed my eyes, I was expecting to see Jennifer, but not with Autumn. With her, I closed my eyes, and all I saw was her, which pissed me off. So last night I went to her without alcohol in my system, with her hips in my hands, slamming into her, I closed my eyes, and again, all I saw was her. Her staring at me, her moan ripping right through me to my dick, down my balls and back again. I have never fucked anyone as hard as I’ve fucked her before. Never has there been almost no foreplay, yet my dick was harder than stone. Never has there been someone who I want to go again with as soon as I finish. Never again have I struggled the way I’m struggling with Autumn. I’m usually in and out, with the promise of maybe calling them the next day but not actually doing it. That is what I’m used to. That is what I’ve become, but with her I’m not that person.
I walk into the clearing, making my way past the barn and toward my house. The sound of gravel crunching makes me look over to the side, seeing Emmett arriving while I’m walking up the steps to my house. I turn the handle, and at the same time, my phone blares from my back pocket. Taking it out, I turn off the alarm as I walk into the kitchen, tossing the phone on the counter before walking to the bedroom.
I pull off my shirt, smelling her around me as I toss it into the laundry basket before I add my jeans and boxers to it as soon as I take off my boots. Stepping into the bathroom, I turn the water on, and the cold immediately hits me as it warms up. I put my head back, letting the water wash over me. I get out, grabbing one of the white plush towels from the side to wrap around my waist. Then I grab another one and open it to dry my hair before tossing it on the hook beside the shower door.
Running my hands through my wet hair, I look into the mirror and wonder if I should shave or not when I see the bite mark. My hands come up to touch it as I look at it in the mirror. My cock stirs, and I drop my hand. I ignore the way my heart sped up seeing her teeth marks on me. I ignore it all when I turn and walk into the closet, grabbing a pair of boxers followed by a pair of my work jeans and a black T-shirt with the barn name written on the back of it. The socks are next, followed by the boots as I step out of the closet and into the bedroom. The bed hasn’t been made in two days, but it also hasn’t been slept in in that amount of time either.
My eyes go to the bedside table where the clock tells me it’s almost seven and also where Jennifer’s picture is in a frame. She is looking at me, smiling, and I walk over to the frame, picking it up. My finger rubs her cheek through the glass as I think about one of the last moments we were together.
“Hey, baby,” I said when I walked into the house. The smell of something baking in the oven filled the whole house.
“In the kitchen,” she called, and I walked down the small hallway to the kitchen, not seeing her there, but then she popped up. “Hey.” Her whole face lit up when she saw me. “Guess what I’m making.”
“Whatever it is,” I replied as I walked around the counter to her. My arms circled her waist, bringing her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck. “It smells good.” I buried my face in her neck. “Although, not as good as you smell.” I nipped her neck, and that made her squirm in my arms.
“Charlie,” she said breathlessly, and if I closed my eyes tight enough, I would always remember it. “Do you know how happy you make me?”
“Not as happy as you make me, baby.” I kissed her lips. “Dance with me.” I turned and played our song on my phone, putting it on the counter.
