—Shelly—
The sound of a door slamming shut outside wakes me from my nap. I hope this means that Charlie is back. Heavy footsteps thunder up the wooden stairs that lead to the front door. He steps through the doorway seconds later and flings a pair of flip flops in my direction.
“Slip these on and help me get this food in before it spoils,” he barks all gruff and sexy with his raspy voice.
I pick up the shoes and giggle, they are white with roosters printed on them. Of all the shoes he could gotten me this is what he picked?
“Interesting choice.” I grin and slip them on. I wiggle my toes and laugh at the fuzzy rooster heads that are garnishing the tops where the V goes between my toes.
“Isn’t every woman’s fantasy to be double cocked.” He shoots me a wink.
“Not all…” I trail off not wanting to confess my fantasy. He would probably think there is something seriously wrong with me if I told him what I desire.
That I want him to take me by surprise...to take me with force.
“That so?” he questions over his shoulder as I follow him outside to the truck.
“I’m not telling you.” I shake my head and my eyes bulge seeing the number of bags he has in the back bed of the pickup truck.
Charlie turns around to face me. His eyes are dark. “I want to know what is racing through that mind of yours.”
My cheeks bloom with heat.
I shake my head. “No way. I’m not telling you.”
He grabs me by my hips and pulls me in close. “You’ll tell me.”
I go up on my tiptoes and whisper, “no,” softly, a mere inch from his mouth.
His strong hand travels down the curve of my hip, around to my backside and pinches me, hard.
“Ow.”
“Tell me,” he growls.
“I’ll tell you…if you do something for me.”
He scoffs looking put out. “Think I have done enough for you already.” His eyes shift to the bags.
“Okay. Suit yourself.” I shrug and move to start carrying the bags in.
His fingers gripping my wrist stops me on the bottom step. “What do you want?”
I smirk and twist around to face him. I shift the bag to my other hand once I free myself of his hard grip. “Let me shave your beard and trim your mess of mop on your head.” I tug on his unruly hair for emphasis
That funny noise he makes sounds in the back of his throat. “This better be fucking good.”
“That's debatable. But it is a chance you will have to take,” I tease him, pulling his hair again and loving the annoyance flickering in his eyes. I get under his skin and it drives him crazy.
“You’re a brat. You know that,” he says, growling at me.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I turn and start back up the stairs but not before jutting my ass out and hitting him in the crotch with it.
“Goddamnit, woman. Don’t be doing that shit unless you’re offering to bend over.”
I laugh and keep walking up the stairs as he goes to adjust himself.
I can’t believe how much stuff he bought at the store. I can't stop myself from snickering when I see all the tampons he has bought. “Are we stocking up for the apocalypse or something?”
His eyes narrow on me. “Thought I was being considerate, but if you don't want them I will take them back.”
“It’s fine.” I think I’ve hurt his feelings. I grab his hand as he goes to walk away. “Thank you, Charlie. I mean it. It’s sweet. I appreciate the thought you put into taking care of my needs. Should they arise.”
“Speaking of needs. Tell me this fantasy,” he demands.
“Not yet. First dinner. Then I get to shave your beard and then maybe I will tell you while I trim your hair.”
He growls making that noise again and it makes me smile.
Once we have everything neatly put away and organized, Charlie kicks back on the couch with a beer.
I start fooling around in the kitchen preparing dinner.
I end up making spaghetti and garlic bread. Easy and simple yet filling. It’s weird how I know the steps to make dinner and yet I can’t remember anything about my life.
“This is good,” Charlie compliments with a noodle caught on his beard.
I hold a napkin to my mouth to hide my laughter that is trying to bubble out of my mouth.
“You got a little something.” I motion to his beard.
He shrugs and wipes it away.
“Are you going to let me have my way and shave you?”
“You going to tell me this fantasy you have?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly imagining the scene I dreamt up earlier.
“Then let’s get this shit over with.”
“We have to clean up dinner first. If we don't do it now...it won’t get done later. And there is nothing worse than waking up to a nasty kitchen.”
“You’re killing me,” he grumbles but rakes the leftover food on his plate into the trash.
“Don’t go dying before I can tell you my secret desires…who will I get to act them out if you’re not here?” I smile at him and that funny sound ticks in the back of his throat. “I’ll wash, and you can rinse.”
He looks like he is about to protest but I narrow my eyes on him and lick my lips and he concedes.