Chapter 13

On the front porch, Charlotte sags, and we can hear Sabrina whining loudly inside. “Mommm, get him back! Charlotte can’t have him!”

“Oh, my God, oh, my God. What the hell did I just do? What did you do?” she says, eyes as big as dinner plates meeting mine.

I can see the fear, and I hate it. She’s strong, sassy, and badass, not this scared and quiet mouse they try to get her to be. “It’s all right. I’ve got you. There’s just one thing.”

“There’s more?” she says, starting to breathe again.

I nod, a grin spreading on my face as I take her hand. “I rode with Cody. Is your car here?”

She adds a couple of inches to the space between us and I can see the fire relighting in her eyes. “All that, a massive hair-flip out after telling everybody off, and now we’re going to have to do a walk of shame out of here as we call for an Uber?”

I blanch. “I didn’t think that far ahead. I just couldn’t sit there and let them manipulate me like that and put you down that way. Of course, if I were solo, I’d just do that whole walking against the wind shit. Stalk off like a badass.”

She smiles, breaking the tease. “My car’s over there.” She points to a black VW, pulling me that direction as she takes my hand. It feels casual, comfortable, like her hand has always belonged in mine.

We get in, and she pulls out of the driveway carefully, waving to the SUV across the street I hadn’t noticed when we came in with Cody’s music blaring louder than a firefight in the dead of night.

It’s probably a good thing she’s driving. I would’ve peeled out, tires squealing just to emphasize my points further with our families still inside.

The drive to the bakery is quiet, and though I don’t want to assume, I’m hoping we continue this attempt at running away right up the stairs to Charlotte’s apartment. She parks and reads my mind, waving at the SUV once more before opening the back door and leading me up the back stairs.

I get the vaguest impression of a small apartment before I make my move, pressing her up against the door she just closed. “What are you doing?” Charlotte asks, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“This,” I say before moving in to kiss her deeply. She resists at first, but her hands don’t push me away, instead weaving into my hair to pull me in tighter. She opens her mouth, and I claim her, feeling like we’re on the same page. I press closer, pinning her between the door and my body, and she arches her back, pushing against me, hungry for more.

I trace my hands down her side, brushing the sides of her breasts before gripping her hips and lifting her. Her hands lock behind my neck, her legs going around my waist, her pussy centered over my cock. I can feel her heat, and my control slips.

“Where?” I demand.

“Down the hall, on the left,” she mutters between kisses.

I move across the living room and into her bedroom before letting her slide down, never losing contact. I tug at her dress, finding the buttons on the back and fumbling with them. “Are you trying to torture me?”

She chuckles, her hands running down my chest to my belt. “I wasn’t planning on needing it off in a hurry.”

I pause, her words not dimming my passion but putting steel back in my self-control. “Do you want to slow down?” Even as I ask, I kiss her neck, praying she doesn’t ask me to stop again.

She shakes her head, getting my belt undone and moving on to my slacks. “Fuck, no. If you can’t get it, turn me around and push the skirt up.”

Now I’m the one disagreeing, even as the image fills my mind. “I want to see you, all of you.”

As if it’s choreographed, we each reach for our own clothes, her getting the rest of the buttons undone and dropping her dress to puddle at her feet. I yank my button-down shirt over my head after only undoing a few buttons and then drop my slacks down, kicking my shoes off at the same time.

She’s glorious, a scarlet-haired angel in a satiny cream-colored bra and panties that look almost golden against her pale skin. My cock, which is already rock-hard, twitches, and Charlotte hums as she gets a good look at the bulge in my boxers.

“Gorgeous. Come here,” I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to me, but she reacts quickly, keeping a hand between the two of us. She cups my cock, hesitantly at first but growing confident as she explores my length through the thin layer of cotton.

“This is . . . wow.”

We tumble to the bed, our mouths never leaving one another. She cradles me between her bent knees, and I run my hands up her thighs, massaging the perfect twin globes of her ass. The sound of her moans drives me lower, and I start kissing down her body. She whines as I move away and she loses contact with my cock.

“I want you.” She pouts.

I ooze precum, already on edge at the needy sounds coming from her lips. “You’ll get me, I promise. I’m not going anywhere, but I need to taste you.”

She arches as I lower myself, pressing my lips to the fullness of her breast escaping from her bra. She reaches behind her back, undoing the fastener quickly and taking her bra off completely.

Her tits are snowy white, and I cup and press them together before burying my head between them to kiss and suck on her skin, enjoying the way it pinks up beneath my lips and teeth. I lick and suckle at first one rosy nipple, then the other, as I run a finger up the inside of her leg to the flat of her panties over her slit.

Her lips cling to the damp satin, outlining the narrow valley between, and I stroke her with my fingertips, learning her body by her responses. Charlotte’s moan when I find her engorged clit is held back as she bites her lip, but her hips lift up to my touch, begging for more. I focus my attentions there, rubbing her clit through the now-soaked fabric and sucking hard on her nipple, giving her occasional nips that make her arch anew.

Her fingernails scratch at my back, urging me on. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Her whole body quivers beneath me, muscles tightening and spasming. “I’m gonna...”

“That’s it, Charlotte. Come for me. I’ve got you,” I tell her supportively, my breath hot on her cleavage.

She rides the wave back down, her eyes peeking open to stare at me in wonder as a smile breaks on her reddened lips. “Holy shit, I never come that fast.”

Part of me wants to preen and puff up like I did something awesome, but mostly, I just want to make her do it again and again. This time, I want to taste it, and the next, I want to see the convulsions of her pussy lips hungrily sucking my cock deeper inside her waiting body.

“I want more,” I say. “I want it all.”

She nods, agreeing, so I push her legs open and drop to my knees beside the bed. I tug her panties down, and she wiggles to help me get them off. She’s fully nude before me, and I let my eyes drift up her body to see just how stunning she truly is.

Her hair is spread out like a burning halo, her wide blue eyes watching me in lusty anticipation, her body curvy and built for sin, all framing a pretty pink pussy that’s already gleaming, messy with her cum. I can’t help but lean in, inhaling her sexy scent and pressing a soft kiss to her bare mound.

My cock twitches, a fresh drop of precum releasing as her sweet taste hits my tongue. I could drink from her morning, noon, and night and still be thirsty for more, but she reaches for me. “Fuck me,” she pleads, her eyes begging. “I need you.”

“Yes ma’am,” I say, teasing as I move up her body, lining my cock up with her entrance. I push slowly, giving her just the tip to let her feel me before I enter her, coating myself with her honey as I rub my thumb over her clit.

“Yes,” Charlotte purrs. She tilts her hips, and I dip in deeper, feeling her tight walls fight the intrusion.

Our eyes lock, and I watch her every movement for any signs of pain or discomfort as I thrust in inch by inch, pausing to pull back and slip in again. With each stroke, I open her a little more, stretching her. “That’s it, take me. Relax and let me in, Char.”

She nods, biting her lip. “Feels . . . like . . . you’re splitting me in half,” she gasps out. But when I try to retreat so I don’t hurt her, she locks her feet behind my back, keeping me in place. “More.”

Carefully, I start thrusting faster, letting my thick girth fill her. I can’t believe how tight she is, but maybe it’s been that long for her or maybe she hasn’t had someone my size before. Whatever the reason, it’s enough to drive us both to the brink faster than I’d imagined.

Her breasts bounce as I start to pound harder, careful not to bottom out but still plunging deep into her pussy and deeper into her soul. Suddenly, she opens up, and I slide all the way in, our hips clapping together. We both freeze as she cries out, but the sharp gasp turns into a moan of delight. “Oh, my . . . fuck!”

I grin, kissing her hard and staying in place. “Good girl, Charlotte. You ready now?”

Her answering smile is pure joy with a hint of challenge as she unlocks her legs and grabs my ass, a cheek in each hand as she guides me. I let her lead for a moment, but she quickly becomes overwhelmed, letting me take over the pace. “Fuck, you feel good. That tight pussy squeezing my cock. I’m already ready to blow. I need you to come with me.”

She cries out, bucking and fucking me back as we chase our orgasms with the same intensity we’re chasing our futures, not giving a single thought to anyone or anything else. It’s us, together in this moment, needing only each other.

My balls slap against her ass, and in the back of my mind, I can hear something telling me that this is my future, right here, buried in the heaven of her slick pussy. She cries out, and I lean over her, pressing our bodies against each other, wanting every point of contact I can get.

Her body contracts, curving beneath me, and she calls out my name before burying her tiny teeth in the muscle of my shoulder to silence herself. The sharp bite of pain sends me over, and I bellow, exploding to fill her with shot after heated shot of my sticky cream, claiming her deeply.

When the waves pass over us both, I hold her in my arms, staying inside her as she flops to the bed beneath me, spent and exhausted. Eventually, we both open our eyes, matching smiles on our faces. “You’ve got a mark on your shoulder,” she says apologetically.

I shrug, not minding it. I could wear her mark happily. “You’ll probably be walking funny tomorrow.”

She wiggles a bit, and I can feel my cum leaking out around my cock, covering us both in the creamy mess. “I think I’m good.”

I raise a brow, smiling a little. “Is that a challenge?”

She grins, clenching herself around me. “Didn’t mean it to be, but feels like certain parts certainly took it as such.”

I flex, pulsing my hardening cock inside her again, ready for round two.

Hell, we’ve already broken plenty of expectations today between both our blow-ups with our families. The least I can do is burst through every single one of her expectations about being with me and surpass each and every one, tonight, tomorrow, and for however long I can keep her here before she needs to disappear back downstairs for her early morning call to work.

I roll her over, seating her on top of me. “Ride me, Red.”