Taking Chances (Pleasant Grove Book 1) by Tara Lee (6)

Chapter 6

ELI

HAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING going after Charli like that? She is off limits. Stupid, stupid stupid. I can tell by the look on her face she is upset; she has been hurt. I’ve

Going after her is going to give the guys something to talk about. I don’t need it getting back to Jensen. He’d beat my ass if he knew I touched her. I wouldn’t blame him. I’ve messed with her heart over the last few years. She deserves better. She has every guy’s attention tonight, including mine.

What the hell is she wearing?
Fuck.
She looks so fucking edible. I want to devour her. I want to

peel that dress off with my teeth and then devour her pussy. All eyes are on her. Charli, of course, is oblivious to it all. I should have kicked that guy’s ass for touching her.
Shit.
She is mine no one else’s.
Whoa, mine where did that come from?
I’d never referred to a woman as mine. Ever.
Shit Charli is messing with my damn head. Never in my life have I wanted just one woman. I want her to know what my touch felt like. How I can make her feel. I crave her so desperately,
She deserves better than me, though.
Better than I can give her.
I am an asshole on purpose I don’t let women get close, I don’t want them to.
I don't need the guys thinking anything, I know Charli had a crush on me I’m not that naïve. I mean shit, I’ve had feelings for her for years. I just never show them. I have been careful, until now.
She is starting to show me just how very grown up she is and she is very fucking grown up.
I look of course, what man wouldn't? She has a great set of tits. They are real and begging for my touch. Tits that I want to run my tongue over tasting every inch, her pebbled nipples that are dying for me to suck on.
My cock twitches.
Fuck.
I need to cum but beating off to thoughts of Charli is getting old.
What am I, a fucking teenager?
We have been doing this tango for years, I flirt with her a little, just enough to stroke my ego and she goes all shy on me, smiling that beautiful smile of hers. Every time I would talk to her, her face would light up. I was worse years ago, I was young and could get any pussy I wanted, girls were begging me for it. I loved the attention that came with women, but I’d also hate how it hurt Charli. I knew she’d be upset when she’d see me with a girl but I still fucked them…still let them suck my cock.
It is like I know in the back of my mind what she feels for me but never I’ve never giving in to my own feelings. God, I am an idiot. I am slowly letting her kill me. My walls are coming down, the ones I have put up and have had up for years keeping anyone from getting too close. My childhood was fucked up, I don’t want Charli knowing what happened to me, the things I was made to do, things I never wanted to do, been beat so bad sometimes I could barely move let alone breathe some days, no Charli will never know those secrets.
Jensen would kill me if I ever touch Charli beyond the one night he’ll never find out about. That’s why I have never pursued her; never slipped my cock inside that sweet piece of heaven.
A man only has so much willpower and I don’t know how much I have left. Why does she have to be so goddamn irresistible?
No matter how controlled my mind is, my dick has other ideas. He wants to bury himself so far in to Charli and never come out. The images I have of her, the one that I often stroke myself with in the shower, weren't enough anymore I want the real thing.
I want her. Charli is breathtaking without even trying, she is a natural beauty but I can't touch her, ever, not if I want to live.
I’m not the guy for her. She will figure that out soon enough.
She needs to.
I’ll continue being a player since it’s what I am good at. I’ve chosen to live my life this way. Women know about my reputation, and they still come after me anyway.
I head back into the bar. I need to get a grip, otherwise I am going to have a massive hard on if I’m not careful. My dick is already starting to wake up just being near Charli, let alone having dirty thoughts about what I would like to do to that amazing body of hers. The guys don’t need to see my hard on. They will give me so much shit and it will spark questions. Ones I don’t want to answer.
Everyone turns to me when I get back to our table.
“You good?” Carter says.
I nod and he seems to accept that and continues his conversation with Max.
Lucas stares at me and shakes his head.
“What?” I say to him he just continues to shake his head and chuckle at me, asshole.
Christian is gazing at me now.
“Did Charli get home okay?” he asks.
“I think so, I didn’t follow her,” I reply.
“You’re an idiot,” he says to me
“What do you mean?”
He just shakes his head and repeats that I am an idiot. He’s right, I am.
I take a sip of my beer, hating that the guys are picking up on my feelings. I thought I had it under control. Maybe I’m wrong. The last thing I want is for Jensen to find out. He doesn’t need to know I am having images—very vivid images—of his little sister in my bed. Dirty images I often wish were real. I want to slowly strip her clothes off and push against her, to have her beg me to take her.
Okay, I should stop,
Get a grip, I mutter to myself.
Max pipes up and says he is off and so does Christian since they have stuff to do tomorrow. It’s eleven, so it’s getting late. That leaves just Lucas, Carter, and I. They are looking at me and I know what they are thinking...
“So,” Lucas says casually. “How long have you had a thing for Charli?”
Shit, I’m making it obvious.
“Don't know what you mean,” I say.
Carter shakes his head.
“Dude, you are the biggest idiot. Not only are you fighting and nearly getting us kicked out of this bar because you’re interested in Charli, but you’re toying with her feelings for you. You know she likes you. You’re going to hurt her.”
What the hell does that mean? How will I hurt her?
“If Jensen finds out you want to bang his little sister, he’ll fucking kill you,” Lucas growls.
I’m getting pissed. They’re making it sound like Charli is just another cheap skank. That I’ll actually treat her that way.
“JUST BACK OFF! THE BOTH OF YOU,” I say. “You don't know anything and what the hell does it have to do with either of you”.
Fuck, getting angry is not the way to get a grip.
Lucas stands abruptly shaking his head at me.
“Because she’s our best friend’s little sister, asshole. She has the biggest crush on you. She has for years. She sees you as some sort of God and she’s innocent, mother fucking innocent. You’re not in it for a relationship, you fuck chicks once and leave, and that’s what you do. She is the type of girl you have a relationship with.”
What is he talking about? Charli isn't a virgin, is she?
I mean, she is twenty-one, for Christ’s sake. She would had dealt with that ages ago.
It wasn't like she is in love with me.
Is she?
“You’re an idiot if you think Jensen won't be pissed and smash your face in if you touch her.” Carter says
“I’m not planning on touching her, I know what kind of girl she is. She isn’t my type,” I shoot back at them.
Lies.
They know I’m lying.
Charli is my type, hell, women are my type, it is that plain and simple.
They just shake their heads and say, “Yeah, right. Whatever you need to tell yourself”.
I’ve had enough. It’s time I head home.
“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about, I'm out.”
Britney comes up to me as I’m leaving,
Damn.
I forgot about her.
“You left me,” she says with a pouty look on her face.
I had, without a second thought, when I took off after Charli to make sure she was okay.
Britney isn’t what I want, not anymore. I don’t want empty anymore.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Look, I'm headed home maybe another time?”
Another lie.
I’m not in the mood to have any company.
I've never had sex with her, she just blew me a couple times. She is a good girl and gives good head. Everyone knows it. I’m sure she will find someone else to scratch her itch soon enough.
“Want company?” she asks in a voice she thinks is sexy.
“No, I'm all good. Thanks, see you around”.
I walk out before she replies. I am going home to jerk off. I want Charli and I want more. Even though I know I can’t have more.
Heading out of the bar, I see something out of the corner of my eye, then it is gone.
What the hell is someone following me?
Shaking my head, I head for my car, I see something on the windshield that catches my eye. It is a piece of paper. Picking it up I get in my car, reading it, it says.
WE BELONG TOGETHER!
That's all it says.
What the fuck?
I screw the piece of paper up, chucking it on the floor of my car.
That was strange.
I finally get home, turning on the shower, my cock is hard before I even touch it. I stroke my cock while thoughts of Charli run through my mind. I stroke faster and harder until I am cumming, I’m imagining it is Charli on her knees pumping my cock with her hand as I spray cum on her beautiful tits.
I clean myself up and hop into bed, drifting off to dreams of the one girl I know I should never touch, but so desperately want to.
The girl that is so off limits to me. I will ruin her if I touch that precious jewel.