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I was this close to tearing my lips off his and whining about how badly I needed him, but he must’ve felt the same, because it wasn’t but two seconds later that he pulled his mouth off mine and tugged down my shorts. His clothes came off next in a hurried frenzy, and before I could think, his hard cock speared me from above, slipping inside my body like it was always welcome, like it belonged there, nestled inside me.
His chest was above my face when he started to rock those hips of his, dragging that thick cock out of me before pushing it back in. My core tensed, my inner muscles clamping around his cock, and the action drew a low moan from him.
Brett’s body shuddered above mine, and he whispered, “Fuck, Charlie. You feel so good. You drive me crazy, you know that? You drive me absolutely fucking crazy.” As he murmured those words, his pace picked up, the man a slave to seeking out his own release.
I held onto his sides, feeling his strong body move beneath my fingertips, and with my eyes closed, it was easy to lose myself in him. To forget who he was, who I was, and simply live in the moment.
He wasn’t a killer. He didn’t kill my ex. He was just a man.
I wasn’t broken. I didn’t hide and lie to the world. I was just a girl who’d finally found someone who accepted every part of her—and, really, that’s all anyone could ask for.
His thrusting grew harder, fiercer. It became less of a gentle union and more of a frantic, desperate fuck. Two people needing to be together, wanting what the world never gave to them before. Acceptance. Love.
Love.
It was a strange thought, and the even stranger thing was the word had just come to me. Had I fallen for a serial killer? Had he fallen for me? The way he spoke to me, the things he said—not to mention the way his body felt—made me think he might have.
Brett’s breathing was harsh and ragged, quiet guttural moans escaping him every few seconds. Inside me, I could feel his cock twitch, accompanied by a low grunt and a steady heat filling my core as cum shot out of him.
His strong, wide body nearly collapsed on top of mine after his orgasm faded, but he managed to hold himself up… barely. He flipped onto his side, his arm locked around my back and thus flipping me onto my side with him. His cock was still buried in me, still practically pulsating from the orgasm, and he made no moves to pull out. It was almost like he wanted to stay buried in me forever.
And, you know what? I was fine with it—at least for now, in the darkness of my room.
I didn’t know if someone like Brett could love, and I definitely didn’t know if someone as broken as me could ever be happy in the long run, but it didn’t matter. We were here now, together, and nothing was going to tear us apart.
That was, up until two in the morning, when my phone rang.
Chapter Eight – Brett
I’d fallen asleep after, though even in sleep, my arm was locked around Charlie. Even in sleep, I didn’t want to let her go. It was almost like I thought she’d slip through my fingers if I wasn’t careful, so I had to hold onto her with everything that I was.
I wasn’t dreaming. I hardly ever dream. But the fact that I wasn’t dreaming didn’t lessen the way my head pounded for a moment when both Charlie and I were jerked awake by the ringing of her cell phone.
She’d probably make fun of me if she knew I’d just called it a cell phone and not just a phone, and then I’d pretend to be insulted that she’d made fun of that—because unlike her, I could remember a time without cell phones…
Fuck. I really was old, wasn’t I?
Anyway, as we woke up, Charlie scrambled over me to reach for her phone. She would’ve fallen out of the bed if I wouldn’t have kept a hold on her, and when we saw the wordRestrictedflashing across her screen, we both knew who it was.
God fucking damn it. This motherfucker.
Zak wasn’t her stalker after all.
Even though it was dark in her room, I knew she glanced at me before answering. A silly part of me hoped against all odds it was a crank call or something, totally unrelated to her stalker.
Because it had to be Zak. It had to be. Otherwise I’d killed her ex out of jealousy, and let’s be honest here: that wasn’t a good look.
Charlie answered it by putting it on speaker phone, and she turned the volume down so it wasn’t blasting, so it wouldn’t wake up her parents. “Hello?” The word came out short and airy. Her slender frame laid on top of me, and even though she was as light as a feather, I could feel her heart beating fast.
My heart did too, but for another reason. We were in a good place right now. The last thing I wanted was for Charlie to get upset at me over Zak. She’d say it was pointless and that I shouldn’t have done it, and I’d have to feign guilt—something I wasn’t too good at, for obvious reasons.
“Charlie,” an unnatural voice spoke on the other line. “I heard about your ex. Pity that. I’m sure you’re real broken up about him.”
Charlie swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Zak, of course. They say it was a robbery gone wrong.” A pause in the line, before the creepily mechanical voice added, “That poor fool. But, honestly, it’s one less man out there to take up your attention.”
“Did you call just to taunt me?” she asked, sounding quite bitter. Even though it was dark, I could practically feel the frown on her face. “Why don’t you step it up and show your face, huh? Are you outside right now? I’ll come out—”
