CHAPTER 24

LOVESICK FOOL

Brandon

Charlie looked deliriously happy as we walked into my house. She had never been here before, and I was a bit nervous to have her in my place. It was a weird feeling that I wasn’t used to. I never cared before.

“So, this is the bachelor pad, huh?” She spun around my living room with a bag of cotton candy still clutched in her hand.

“I don’t know if that’s what I would call it.” I rubbed my hand down the back of my neck and threw my keys down on the kitchen table.

At that exact moment, Jughead, my golden retriever came barreling through the house from his spot in my bedroom, and he practically tackled Charlie.

“Damn it, Jughead.” I moved to pull him off of her, but Charlie fell to her knees beside him and laughed as he covered her in the most ferocious kisses.

A real guard dog.

“Hi, Jughead,” Charlie said in some sort of baby talk, and he ate that shit up like candy. He licked her face, her hands, anything he could get ahold of, and when she started to rub his belly, he fell to the ground like he hadn’t been petted in ten years. “Aren’t you the most precious thing ever?”

“He’s not precious. He’s vicious.”

“Oh yeah.” He leaped on Charlie and knocked her fully to the ground as he continued to kiss her. “He seems like a real terror.”

“Come on, Jughead.” As soon as I said his name, he sat on his hind legs but continued to stare at her as he wagged his tail.

Charlie sat up. “The dog is a nice touch. Is that how you get girls to ignore your clothes thrown around on the floor and still end up in your bed?”

She was full of shit. There may have been one pair of boxers on the floor. “I don’t know.” I leaned against the wall. “Is it working?”

She stood up off the floor and patted Jughead on the head one more time. “Yeah.” She grinned at me. “It’s a tactic that will work on me anytime.”

“Good to know.” I pushed off the wall and lifted her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I made my way to the bedroom, almost tripping on that damn pair of boxers, but the way Charlie was kissing me was fucking with my head.

I kicked the door closed behind me before falling onto the bed with Charlie in my arms. She sat up straddling my lap, and she pulled her shirt over her head. The bra she was wearing barely covered anything, but when I reached up to touch her, she pushed me back against the bad.

My cock went rock hard.

Watching Charlie take control like that was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

She unfastened her bra and let it fall down her arms. My gaze bounced from freckle to freckle that covered her skin. Her hips pushed down against me and she rolled them three times before she pushed her hand on my stomach and quickly stood.

Her jeans were gone just as quickly as her shirt. She kneeled in front of me at the foot of the bed, and I was barely able to prop up on my elbows to watch her. The view was enough to drop me on my ass.

She made quick work of my belt then yanked my jeans and boxers down my legs. She looked up at my cock and her tongue peeked out of her mouth to wet her lips. I groaned and leaned my head back against the bed.

Her fingernails gently ran up my thighs, and I instantly brought my gaze right back to her.

“I want to taste you first.”

She wasn’t asking permission, but either way, she would get no objections from me.

Her small hand wrapped around me, and I watched as she took her time lowering her mouth down around me. I moaned and buried my hand in her hair. Her touch was teasing, her tongue seductive, and I knew that if I didn’t get inside her soon that I was going to die.

I grasped her arms and pulled her up over my body before I rolled her onto her back. I reached over my back and pulled my t-shirt off before throwing it on the floor.

I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh, and she opened them under my touch just as I felt the wetness hit my fingers. She was so wet. So fucking wet.

I pressed my lips to her hipbone, and she lifted her hips to meet my mouth. I forced them back against the bed with my hands and continued to kiss up her body.

By the time I made it to her mouth, she was a writhing mess below me. I lined myself up with her, and I ran my cock up and down her wetness as she tightened below me.

“Please, Brandon.” Her voice was a plea.

I lifted her thigh in my hand and pushed into her. Her chest raised off the bed, and she pressed it against me as I began to slowly move inside her. She was so tight around me, and I was worried that I was going to hurt her. But Charlie wasn’t having any of that. She moved against me, grinding her hips harder and harder to move me deeper inside her.

I lost control then.

Her body bucked beneath me, and I dove into her like a man starved. She kept saying my name over and over, and it fueled something inside of me that I didn’t realize I was craving.

I lifted her as I sat up on my knees and her body fit perfectly against me as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began to ride me.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

Her lips against mine, her hair in my hand, her breasts rubbing against my chest. She threw her head back and the sound of my name like desperation on her lips pushed me over the edge. She tightened around me, her body falling apart, and I thrust in her over and over as we both rode out our orgasms.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to lose even an inch of her contact.

I had never felt like this before. I was never an asshole, but I typically wanted a woman out of my house as quickly as possible. I had never nuzzled her neck and prayed that she stayed because I wasn’t ready to let her go.

If someone had told me this would have been happening even a month ago, I would have laughed in their face. But I was here. I was clinging to her like some lovesick fool, and I didn’t see myself letting go anytime soon.