Page 9 of Only Time Will Tell

“Charlie, I need to meet with you and go over your father’s will. Would you be available to come to my office Monday morning, say ten a.m.?”

I glanced at Alex and he nodded. “Yes, we can do that.”

He handed me his business card, shared his condolences, and then left as promptly as he came, leaving Alex and me in a state of shock. Not that were weren’t already.

“Ready to go, love?” Alex asked, extending his hand to me.

I glanced back toward the burial site. I’d already said my goodbyes and honestly, today had been more than enough.

“My parents invited us over for dinner. I told them I wasn’t sure if you were up for it. Do you want to go, or would you rather stay home?”

I wasn’t in the mood for company and the last thing I wanted to do was offend Alex or his family. “Would it be alright if we stayed home and ordered take-out? I’d rather tonight be just the two of us, if that’s okay?” I hopped into the passenger seat, hoping they understood. Given my current state of mind, I wasn’t the best dinner guest to be around right now.

“Of course it is,” he squeezed my knee and put the truck in drive.

I stared out the window, mentally saying a final goodbye to my family as their gravesites faded out of view.

At that moment, spending a Saturday night at home curled up with Alex watching hours of mindless TV sounded like heaven to me. As soon as we changed, I plopped down on the couch and flipped through the channels while he ordered dinner. At some point, I must have dozed off because it was dark when Alex woke me and carried me upstairs and laid me down.

“Ugh, I need to wash today off me.” I felt yucky, just blah. There really wasn’t any other way to put it and I had the overwhelming urge to wash the painful memories away. Not that it actually removed them, but standing under the hot spray sounded wonderful.

“Get undressed and I’ll start the shower.” Alex took off his shirt and tossed it into the laundry basked as he passed it.

No matter how many times he took care of me, having him wash me was one of the best feelings in the world. More than anything, I wanted to forget today and feeling him inside me would do just that. If only temporarily. Once he’d dried me, I laid down and waited for him to finish up. I lay on the bed, stroking myself, knowing I’d be the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the bathroom.

One glimpse, and I knew I had him. “Alex, I need you.”

He grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer and tossed it on the bed. “Prep yourself.” As much as he enjoyed doing that himself, he enjoyed watching me do it even more.

I held his gaze as I picked up the bottle and spread my legs, a single lubed finger teased my entrance. Alex’s pupils dilated as he stroked himself.

“Alex.” I ground down, now three fingers deep. “Own me. Tell me you’ll never leave me.” A tear slid down my cheeks. I’d lost so much already and at such a young age. I couldn’t lose Alex. Feeling him inside me, knowing he was here, I craved more than anything right now.

Hard and fast. He always knew just what I needed.

Huskily, he growled as he lubed his cock, “Up on all fours.”

As I flipped over, he smacked my ass hard enough to leave a mark, and I freaking loved that. He lined up, the tip of his cock teased my hole before he pushed inside in a single thrust. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, fucking me as hard as I’d craved.

“Fuck. Right there. Fuck, Alex… Harder,” I panted, pushing my ass back against him when he hit my prostate. With every thrust he hit it, the impending orgasm having strengthened to levels I hadn’t felt before.

“Charlie, fuck. I can’t hang on…much longer,” Alex warned.

He hit my spot again and stars marred my vision. His fingers dug into my hips, I knew they’d leave bruises, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d never felt him this deep inside me before. I was receiving the thorough fucking I so desperately desired.

I felt Alex’s warmth fill me as he growled my name and drew me over the edge with him. Barreling head-first into the bed, my ass remained up in the air as I fought to breathe. Never had I come that hard before.

Alex pulled out, and we both collapsed into a sticky, motionless heap atop the sweat-soaked sheets. But unfortunately, my stomach met the wet spot on the bed and I squealed

Alex chuckled, rolled over and took me with him. “Fuck, babe.”

“Yeah. That was...” Breathless and out of words, that was all I had

He kissed my shoulder. “I love you, Charlie.”

“I love you too. Thank you,” I panted.

“For what?”