Chapter 54

Millie

“Show me this spotless kitchen…” I murmured as we slammed through his front door.

I think Charlie lived in some kind of duplex or something, but if you asked me any of the details, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. That little moment of vulnerability, the way he seemed stricken by the idea of disappointing his sister and nephews or me, it’d made him somehow more real. Behind that too pretty face was an actual living human being apparently.

“Kitchen?” Charlie pulled back to smile down at me, both of us gasping to catch our breath. “Kinky.”

That didn’t stop him from picking me up and carrying me through. A light was flicked on, and I was stunned that he could hold me with one arm while he did so, but before I could say anything, I was placed onto the kitchen counter as he stepped between my legs.

“Benches are clean enough to eat off,” he told me in a husky voice before moving forward and kissing me. “Floor swept clean. No debris left to attract cockroaches.”

“Pest control is always an important quality in a partner,” I said, leaning forward for another kiss.

“Partner?” For a moment I thought I’d mis-stepped. His eyes stared into mine, but that wicked smile was there seconds later. “Is that what I am? I like the sound of partner, but husband…”

Charlie was about to go back to kissing me and my lips, my body wanted that really, really badly. He had to go and say the H word, though, didn’t he?

“Husband?”

I winced as I repeated the word. It felt like it had a weight to it, a seriousness that didn’t fit with where we were now, which was ridiculous. Mum and Dad had been forced to have a shotgun wedding with little other than a summer fling under their belt and they’d made it work.

But Mum only had one summer lover, not three.

I moved slowly, tracing the sharp line of Charlie’s jaw down to the curve of his lips. He moved, pressing a gentle kiss to my palm, watching me the whole time. I sucked in a breath, dismissing the mental images that had risen at the sound of that word. Of me in an ivory dress looking freaking amazing as our families clustered around us to witness something magical. A strange kind of alchemy where two people, two families, melded into one. Like a lot of little girls, I’d dreamed of just that. We put aside childish things when we grew up, I realised, and that’s what I had to do now.

“Millie—”

I couldn’t bear apologies or explanations, promises that I’d have my special day. We were committed to working out a way to co-parent, to be together, and right now, that’d be enough. I knew plenty of women with rings on their fingers who were married to inveterate man-children. A quick glance around the brightly lit kitchen told me that I would be spared that fate, even if it took notifications going off over and over. My fingers moved of their own accord, tracing the shape of his mouth, then sliding down.

There was a special kind of pleasure that came from undressing a gorgeous guy. Each one of the potential daddies was hot, but Charlie was just so damn perfect. My fingers struggled to send the sensory information back to my brain, to register that I was touching a body that looked like an ancient Greek statue. The warmth of his skin, the satin feeling of it was the only thing that convinced me he was flesh and blood.

“My turn now,” he said when I reached for his belt. He pushed my hands gently aside and then took over.

It was then I realised that the harsh fluorescent lights did not do me the same favours as him. I went to stop him, or at least see if we could take it to the bedroom. His ability to keep a house clean had been established. He’d passed that test, and I wanted to be in a better setting for the next stage, something I told him.

“Want to see you.” He murmured that against my neck as he kissed me really distractingly, his fingers making quick work of my blouse buttons. “Want to sear it in my brain so that if you…” I kissed him full on the mouth, silencing him for a second, but he sucked my bottom lip before pulling free. “If you kick me to the curb tomorrow after meeting the monsters that are my nephews, I’ll still have this.”

I should’ve shrank back, but the look of reverence in his eyes stopped me. They rolled up to meet mine and then he smiled.

“I was too drunk last time to remember all of it. Just little fragments that made my dick ache.” His lips pursed. “And my heart. Feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for so damn long.”

“So don’t wait.”

Insecurities and comparisons couldn’t co-exist in this room, not with the desire that filled it. He was just Charlie, I was just Millie, and right now, we had to know whether this little spark was going to catch alight and burn the two of us whole.

Or fizzle out and turn to ash.

I slid down from the counter, my hands making short work of his belt and pants fastenings. My knees hit the ground as my hand wrapped around the base of him. That banana bend, I forgot about that. It was like his dick was arching up, demanding a kiss, so I gave the head one.

“Fuck…” His hands slapped down onto the counter. “I should say stop, don’t, but I can’t find it in myself to do it. Bloody hell, that feels so damn good.” His hand went to the back of my head, stroking my hair as I began to bob. A little too deep and I was spluttering. “Don’t force it. That’s it. Good girl.”

He moved in time with my strokes, slow and ponderous, as if he wanted to enjoy every damn second of this, but before too long, he was wrenching away. The sheepish man of before was replaced by a god with an angry red dick.

“I was already on edge when you walked into the pub. No, when I saw you in the car park this morning. Always hard, always aching around you.” His head tilted to one side as he stared down at me, smoothing away the tears at the corner of my eyes with his thumb. “Have pity on me, Millie. Let me bury my face in that wet little cunt.”

How could I say no to that? I nodded sharply and then he picked me up bodily, slinging me over his shoulder, one hand holding me in place, the other roaming across my arse, and that’s when everything got blurry.

The dark room that smelled of him, clean, male and spicy, combined with laundry soap and sun. Soft bed, messy covers, and my clothes joined the tangles seconds later, his dumped to the floor. Charlie rose above me, so perfectly naked, his hand going to his cock and giving it a long, twisting stroke as he stared.

“If you knew the things I thought of doing to you,” he said in a low growl. “Walking around the bloody office, looking like the sweetest thing and me left dying for a taste. I’ve run out of depressing, shitty things to think about to try and keep my boner down, instead developing a weird kink for nuns in full habit.”

“This your way of saying you want to do some role playing?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“This is me telling you I want you to spread those cute little thighs and show me what I’ve been missing all week.”

My smile faded, his intensity, the implications of his words washing over me, but… No one would do anything that I had done if they had a brain in their head. I would never have taken the job, never fallen into bed with any of them, never even gone to the party, if I had any sense. It went right back to that first night. I should never have rushed towards the oil fire, trying to put it out when all I had was a boring one day training session I barely paid attention to. So if I was caught up in a string of one dumb choice after another, I may as well commit to doing them all. My heels slid across his covers and I could tell by his expression that he never thought I’d do this. There was a look of glee, of self-congratulation, then of something else far more profound as I revealed my most secret flesh.

“Just like that, baby.” His voice was broken, ragged. “Slide your fingers down. That’s it.” He knelt down, his hands wrapping around my ankles to drag me towards the edge and onto his face.

Fuck.

I couldn’t help but see them, the husbands and wives, then Dave and his phalanx of hot girls. Even Knox and Noah, they flashed through my mind, right as his tongue flicked out. They had all stood in the way of this. No timid little lick for him, Charlie seemed intent on tasting every inch of me all at the same time. I squirmed, forcing his hands to wrap around my thighs and keep me right where I was. His tongue buried itself inside me, giving me some relief while making me ache for something far harder, his chin working rhythmically against me as he pulsed it in and out. It wasn’t until I was crying out, my hands buried in his hair and tugging hard, that his lips prised themselves off my clit and he sucked in a breath.

“Now? Tell me you’re fucking ready for me, because…”

I hauled him up, not able to rest until his weight was pinning me to the bed. My leg was pulled up, forcing me open, and his cock took control of all territory surrendered.

“Now…?”

There was something far more vulnerable in his voice as he asked that question again. His eyes burned phosphorescent blue in the low light as he moved our bodies until they fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Now,” I said with a frantic nod, feeling the head of his cock graze the place I needed him most, right before he surged in.

“Ah…!”

My nails dug into his shoulders, my whole body bucking up into his as I felt every inch disappear inside me. One long rocking movement and it felt like he was raking across something so exquisitely sensitive it almost hurt.

“Tell me this is what you need,” he rasped into my ear. “Tell me nothing ever felt so damn right.”

But I couldn’t, not with words anyway. With every thrust, he silenced me and had me crying out at the same time. My hands slapped down on his buttocks, digging in as I met him stroke for stroke.

I didn’t know what this was like for him. All I knew was I was half out of my head, heels dragging across the bedcovers as I fought to gain purchase, wanting and needing more. His hands slapped down on the bed on either side of my head and he continued to stare, right as he tilted my hips upwards. Fuck, that change in angle was destroying me.

“I’m gonna…”

Do what? I couldn’t seem to finish that sentence. What was happening went beyond words, beyond concepts. I was a balloon, thin skinned and sensitive, filling rapidly with water, swelling and swelling until a hot, desperate sensation rushed through me. I felt a terrible moment akin to the second when you feel like you’ll burst if you don’t pee, but I wasn’t doing the need-to-piss dance in a toilet stall. I was here, on his bed, feeling his thrusts slice through the ecstasy, provoking more, right before I burst.

“That’s it,” he crowed. “That’s fucking it. Come, baby. Yeah, just like that.”

But whatever the fuck this was, it was all new to me, my voice a ragged shriek right as I lost all control.

Warm wetness, that’s what I felt as I came back to myself, well beyond the usual leak of a guy’s cum. No, I looked down in horror as he pulled back, a smug smile on his face.

“Did I…?”

Was this some freaking horrible side effect of pregnancy? All I could see was Judy’s endless trips to the loo at work. My cheeks flushed bright red as he pulled himself free.

“Cover my cock in girl cum?” He seemed so pleased by this, almost arrogant, as his hand worked his dick, the swollen red head disappearing and reappearing from his foreskin’s sheath. “Now I’m gonna return the favour. You want my cum, don’t you, baby?”

I nodded, not even sure what I was agreeing to, as my head was spinning, but my stomach jumped as the first splatter hit my skin. His vicious joy was contagious, leaving me with a choice. Glory in the fact he’d nearly taken my head off, making me come hard on that tricky curved dick.

Or wallow in shame.

Joy, I’d take joy every damn time.

“Oh my god, I made a total mess of your bed,” I groaned as he slid off the bed and retrieved a towel for clean-up.

“Nope.” He dropped the towel on the bed, then pulled me free to clean me up meticulously. “Don’t wanna brag, but this has happened enough times for me to be prepared.” The blanket beneath us was bundled up and taken to a laundry basket, and the bed below was clean and dry. “But maybe let me know if you want round two.” He laid me down and squeezed in behind me, pressing kisses to the nape of my neck. My head was tilted back, his thumb resting on my pulse as he kissed me slowly. “I’ve got plenty of waterproof blankets. We can trash every single one of them if you want.”

I did want.

It was hard not to put that night down to drunken enthusiasm, the way we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but now I was forced to confront the fact that it was more. During the night he barely bothered to wake me, stroking me gently until I started to moan, then squirm, shushing me back to sleep, right as he hooked my top leg back over his hip. In a series of slow rocking strokes, he fucked me from awake back to sleep, so I was lost in a sensual haze I never wanted to escape, coming over and over until the morning sun rose.

“So…” Charlie peered down at me once my eyes were fully open. “I need you to promise not to hold my nephews against me.”

“Sounds ominous…” I croaked and he handed me a glass of water.

“Ominous.” He nodded. “Yeah, that’s not a bad word for them. Rambunctious, impulsive.” His eyes rolled mine and he smiled. “Little terrors.”

“So good practise if we have a son?” I asked, rolling towards him just to feel him cradle me against his chest.

“Good reason to pray for a daughter. One as pretty as her mum.” I stared into his eyes, sure I looked like a right mess right now, but you’d never know it. He looked so damn pleased with himself. “So time to get out of bed. I know you can barely keep your hands off me?—”

“Pretty sure you were the one copping a feel last night, and often,” I muttered.

“But it's time to get ready.” He leapt out of bed, making clear he wasn’t perfect. Charlie was a bloody morning person. “Wanna come and climb trees with me, Millie?”

I shook my head, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“Couldn’t think of anything I’d want more.”