CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
We don’t talk about Keeper again.
After a few days, Charlotte seems much more like herself.
No, even better. Lighter and happier. It fills me with peace. Even if I’d gotten caught, it’d be worth it to know she finally has the truth and justice for what happened.
True to his word, Carter’s been helping me with stuff around the house. In return, I’ve helped him out with a few things as well.
In my arms, Charlotte murmurs and her hair tickles my chest.
Several times throughout the night, I think she tried to extract herself from my embrace, but even in sleep, I held on tight.
My right arm’s curled over her hip, resting on her stomach and my left arm’s completely numb under her head.
Wiggling my fingers, I attempt to get some blood circulating through the limb when she stretches, arching her back, and yawning.
All hope of my arm waking up disappears as my blood rushes somewhere else.
“Marcel,” she pats my hand resting over her stomach. “I need to turn over. Move,” she mumbles.
I shift back a few inches and she twists around, tucking her face against my chest. I brush her hair from her face and run my finger over her soft cheek.
“Stop staring at me. It’s creepy,” she murmurs. Her hot breath against my skin makes the situation in my shorts even more critical.
“How do you know I’m staring at you?”
“I can tell.”
“What if I want to do something else?”
She rolls to her back. “Do what you gotta do. I want more sleep.”
Now she’s just messing with me. “Careful, Sunshine,” I tease, running my fingers under her shirt. “You give me an invitation like that, you know I’ll take it.”
She cracks open one eye. “You’re horny this morning? Really?”
“Charlotte, if I’m breathing next to you, I’m horny. I only get to actually stick my dick in you about twenty-five percent of the times I think about fucking you.”
“You’re so romantic. I bet most guys average about two percent. You’re lucky your girlfriend’s so awesome,” she says, rolling over and shoving her head under the pillows.
That’s it.
Ripping the sheet off, I expose her plump little ass barely hidden by tiny hot pink lacy underwear.
Muffled laughter from under her pillows cranks me up even more. My hand lands on her left ass cheek and she yelps.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns a second before I lay a good smack on her right cheek.
She bursts out of her pillow cocoon and tackles me, pushing me flat against the bed. Her smaller hands pin my arms above my head—for now—and she stares down at me. “What did I tell you about waking me up on the weekends?”
My mouth quirks and I raise an eyebrow. “Do it with my dick in you?”
She glances down the length of our bodies. “And yet, here I am dickless.” The last two words barely make it out of her mouth she’s laughing so hard.
She trails one hand down my chest and pushes her way under my shorts, wrapping her fingers around my cock. “If you want the job done right, a woman’s gotta do it herself.”
I groan as she strokes her hand up and down my dick a few times and she hums with approval. “That’s some impressive morning wood, Marcel.”
“All yours.” I close my eyes and let her have her way with me.
Her fingers tighten, squeezing hard. “Don’t you fall back asleep on me.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to.” I slip my hands out of her hold and tug at her underwear. “Take these off.”
“No.”
I pull a little harder, but the material won’t give. Opening my eyes, I pin her with a look. “What’re they made of, indestructible fabric?”
She chuckles and spreads her legs, rubbing the soaked crotch of her panties over my eager cock.
Giving up on ripping them off, I slide the inch of fabric out of my way and run my fingers over her slickness. Her breathing hitches when I slip one finger inside her, then draw her wetness up to circle her clit. She scoots down, pressing herself against me.
“Oh, fuck. Stop teasing, Sunshine.”
My hands grab her ass, holding her still and spreading her wider so I can thrust up inside.
Her nails rake down my chest and she throws her head back, moaning as she takes every inch.
She rolls her hips, trying to lift herself and I grip her tighter. “No. Stay there and take your punishment for being a bad girl.”
“Me?” Her jaw drops with amused outrage. “You woke me up.”
Releasing one hip, I fist my hand in her shirt and tug. “I want your tits. Take this off.”
“What a caveman,” she mutters. Slowly, she eases the shirt up and over her head. It lands on my face and while I’m distracted, she removes my other hand from her hip and rocks herself up and down faster.
“Fuck. I give up. Just don’t stop riding me.” I groan, closing my hands over her breasts and flicking my thumbs against her nipples.
Her head falls back and I press my thumb against her lips. “Suck.” When my thumb’s nice and wet I reach down and drag it over her clit, making her jump.
“Faster, Sunshine. Need you to come so bad.”
“Uh, I, so close. Harder.” She moans louder and I lightly pinch her clit, setting her off.
When her screams die down, I buck her off and sit up. I grip her legs behind her knees spreading her wide.
“Marcel, what—”
I cut her words off by shoving my face against her pussy, sucking and kissing in greedy mouthfuls.
“That’s how you should’ve woken me up,” she teases, running her hands through my hair.
“Tomorrow,” I promise, sitting up and yanking her closer.
Sliding into her feels like absolute heaven. I fall down over her, kissing her cheek and she loops her arms around my neck. “I want to do this the rest of the day.”
“Fuck?” she asks.
“Make you come.”
Her laughter turns into moaning as I grind myself into her, hitting the spot that makes her eyes roll back. My hand closes around her neck and her lips part.
“Charlotte.” I barely recognize the harsh rasp coming out of my mouth. Her eyes pop open, dreamy and unfocused. My fingers squeeze the sides of her neck then release. A faint smile curves her lips and that’s when I lose it.
Pumping into her one last time, I pull out and cover her stomach in my cum. She’s so out of it I don’t think she notices right away. After a few seconds, she opens her eyes.
Her lips quirk. “Your aim is off. My tits are up here,” she says, squeezing her breasts.
Out of breath, I fall down next to her laughing. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
She curls her fingers around mine and we lay side by side, staring at the ceiling while we catch our breath.
I roll over and kiss her cheek. “Stay there.”
She waits while I run into the bathroom and grab a towel to clean her up with. “You’re beautiful all naked and sticky.”
“Get back in bed with me,” she demands, tugging the towel out of my hands and tossing it toward the bathroom.
I’m about to crawl in next to her when my phone goes off.
“Noooo,” she cries. “Don’t answer it. You promised me a day in bed.”
I glance at the phone and if it were anyone else but Murphy I’d probably ignore it. “It’s Murphy, let me see what he needs.”
“You’re lucky I like that big ginger,” she grumbles, rolling away from me.
“What’s up, big ginger?” I answer.
“What?” he says.
“That’s Charlotte’s new name for you.”
She slaps my leg and giggles.
“I’m afraid to ask,” he says. “You’re needed up here.”
“Can’t. I got a hot date all afternoon.”
He blows out a frustrated breath. “It’s not a request, man. Rock wants you up here now.”
“You fuckin’ serious?”
“Yeah, whatever you did just blew up, so get your ass here right now.”
“Fine. I’m on my way.”
“What’s wrong?” Charlotte asks when I slam the phone down.
“I don’t know. Rock wants me up there.”
“Did you…Do they know?”
“Yeah. I had to tell Rock…in case something happens.” I brush my hand over her cheek and down across her chest. “It’s okay.”
“I understand. He’s not mad at you, is he?”
“No,” I answer, even though after Murphy’s ominous phone call, I’m not really sure.