Aiden (Members From Money Book 8)

by Katie Dowe

  His cock hardened to painful proportions. He had chosen to sleep naked and now it was pointed at Charli, who had her head raised into the spray as the water beat down her back, her hair shimmering in the light.

  God, she was gorgeous.

  Unable to stop himself, Mark stepped into the bathtub and touched Charli's shoulder. Charli spun around, her feet slipping on the wet tub. Mark caught her and held her close, her breasts pressing into his chest and his cock rubbing against her belly.

  "Mark." Charli gasped. "I'm sorry for being so forward but I thought I'd take a shower. I didn't want to wake you..."

  Mark kissed her, cutting off her apologies. It had been over two months since he had tasted that delectable mouth of hers. He had missed her taste, how soft and responsive her lips were against his.

  Charli pressed against him and kissed him back for a moment. Then she pulled back and stared at him, her eyes wide as she breathed heavily, her hardened nipples rubbing against Mark's chest as her breasts wobbled.

  "What about your head?"

  "I don't care." Mark cupped the back of her head. "I need you."

  He couldn't think beyond sinking his cock inside her and fucking her until she screamed his name. After nearly ten weeks of celibacy and using only his hand to relieve the tension, Mark was nearly dizzy with desire. He wanted Charli with desperation.

  Charli grinned and turned in his arms, rubbing her backside against his thighs.

  "I'm right here." She lifted a leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub. Then she took his hand and guided it between her legs. "If you need me, take me."

  Mark didn't need any more coaxing. His fingers found her pussy lips and rubbed them, feeling Charli's body arch against him. He growled and plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, pumping them as his thumb rubbed against her clit. Within moments Charli was moaning, grasping onto his neck with one hand as she cupped her breast with the other. Mark's other arm locked around her waist and he nibbled on her earlobe.

  God, he had missed her.

  Charli's pussy was clamping onto his fingers enough to make Mark spurt his seed before he had got inside her. Mark didn't want that. He wanted to come inside her, pushing his cock in as deep as he could while she squeezed his orgasm out.

  He couldn't take it much longer. Taking his fingers away, he lifted Charli out the bath, following her quickly. Urging Charli onto the carpet on her hands and knees, Mark knelt behind her and palmed her buttocks, squeezing the firm muscle. Charli moaned and wiggled her backside at him.

  "Like what you see?" She purred, giving him a saucy look over her shoulder.

  "Absolutely."

  Mark nudged her knees wider and grasped her hips, rubbing his cock against her folds. Charli growled and pushed back, Mark's cock pushing through her entrance and burying deep inside her. Mark groaned and pushed himself in deeper.

  They started a hard and fast rhythm, Charli pushing back against Mark's thrusts so his pelvis slapped against her backside. Mark leaned over her, nipping at the skin on her shoulder as he laced his fingers through hers. Charli gripped his hands as he rode her, tossing her head back and crying out, her moans getting louder.

  He felt his orgasm building faster than he had anticipated. So did Charli because she bucked against him, reaching underneath her and rubbing her clit in furious strokes. Her hand also rubbed against his cock as he thrust into her and Mark growled, thrusting even deeper.

  When their orgasms hit, Mark felt the world spin. And this time it wasn't from his concussion.

  *****

  "Mark? Mark, hello?"

  It took a moment for Mark to remember that he had his cell phone to his ear and that Stephen was on the other end. He had called to remind Mark that he was due a block of free time and he should make the most of it. Unfortunately when he had said that Mark's mind had wandered to Charli and what he could do to her with his free time.

  "Sorry, Stephen, my mind was wandering." He tried to focus on his coach. "You were saying?"

  "Are you feeling okay? You've been really distracted the last couple of weeks."

  Mark grinned. That was an understatement.

  "You could say that." He said lightly.

  Since their erotic encounter in the bathroom, Mark had taken Charli back into the shower and washed her down, using his tongue on her pussy in a way that had Charli nearly collapsing on top of him. Then she had returned the favor, sucking his cock right down her throat. Mark had never felt anything like it before; her mouth was sin.

  After that they had dried off and went to his bed, Charli taking her turn on top and teasing Mark by holding his orgasm until he was begging her to come. When he did, it was the strongest he had experienced in his life.

  In the two weeks since that night, Charli had spent more time at his apartment. She claimed she was keeping an eye on him as his concussion could hit him at any moment. It was a lie but Mark wasn't complaining. There had only been two nights where she hadn't slept with him in his bed. She had practically moved in.

  Mark hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and none of his girlfriends had moved in with him. So he had been surprised when he hadn't panicked at the thought of Charli being around his apartment so much; he had welcomed it and found it the most natural thing in the world.

  There was no doubt about it. He had fallen in love with Charli. He didn't know how Charli felt but was sure she felt the same. And that made him feel good.

  "How's Charli?"

  Mark grinned and sat back. Charli was at her apartment, claiming she wanted a quiet night without any distractions so she could go to her hospital appointment in the morning without being delayed. Mark hadn't wanted her to go but knew she was right, promising to pick her up. It felt strange without her in the apartment.

  "She's doing fine. We're going to her twelve-week scan in the morning. I'm picking her up at half pasteight."

  "Will you find out if you're having a boy or a girl or do you want a surprise?"

  "That's the twenty-week one." Mark raised an eyebrow. "I thought you'd had a baby."

  "She didn't inform me I had a child until after the birth. As a result I've never been to a scan."

  Mark laughed.

  "Well, there's your answer."

  Stephen grunted. Then his voice softened.

  "Have you made up your mind on her yet?"

  "You know I have. I love Charli and I want her in my life, no doubt about that." Mark had confessed to Stephen and Roberto about his feelings the week before and had received no amount of teasing, saying his bachelor status was at risk. He sighed. "But I haven't told Charli yet. She doesn't know what she wants."

  "But she's virtually living with you and I'm guessing she sleeps in your bed with you." Stephen sounded guarded. "She's not leading you on, is she?"

  "No, that's not her style." Mark sighed. "I'm not going to force her to give me an answer yet. She has had a few tough months, what with Henson and everything."

  "Is he still bothering her?"

  "Regularly, both in person and online. He's been trying to taunt her on her Facebook. She's putting a restraining order on him. Should go into effect at the end of the week."

  And hopefully the stress Charli was carrying would dissipate. Mark didn't like seeing her worried because Henson was around the corner, going from begging to have her back to threatening to get rid of her baby for her.

  "Let's hope that does something." Stephen said grimly. "Stress can harm a baby as well."

  "Nothing's going to happen to the baby, Stephen." Mark was certain of that. "I won't let it."

  Henson wasn't going to ruin the chance he had at happiness by getting at Charli. There was no way he was ruining what they had between them. Mark was going to become a father and he couldn't remember looking forward to anything more in his life.

  He just needed to get Charli onto the same page and see if she would have him more permanently in her life.

  Chapter 7

  "Mark."

 
Mark turned, his car keys in his hand. Kimberley was coming towards him. Her hair had grown out so it was touching her shoulders in soft curls. She wore a pale pink summer dress with no sleeves, an ample amount of cleavage on display and a skirt that hit her mid-thigh. The dress was see-through enough for Mark to see that she wasn't wearing panties or a bra.

  He groaned and turned away.

  "Go away, Kim. I told you years ago that I'm not interested."

  Kimberly hurried after him.

  "I'm not here for that."

  "And I don't do your type."

  "What makes you think I was here to seduce you?"

  Mark sighed and turned back, stepping back when Kimberly stopped a little too close for his liking. He waved a hand at her attire.

  "If you weren't going to seduce me you wouldn't have worn something that is virtually see-through and you would've worn underwear. While I'm flattered I'm still not interested." He started walking again. "Walking around with your nether regions blowing in the breeze in public is not very sexy. Especially on women."

  He pressed a button on his key fob and his car bleeped as it unlocked. He was at the driver's door when Kimberly spoke.

  "You're making a mistake with Charli Fraser."

  Mark stopped, his hand on the door handle. He turned back, finding Kimberly standing on the edge of the sidewalk next to him. Her face was scrunched up in concern. But Mark wasn't fooled.

  "You came here to tell me that?" He shook his head. "Nice try. Why don't you go back to Henson and warm his cock with your asshole? I'm sure he'd love that."

  "Why does everyone keep going on about that just because Charli caught us doing it once?"

  "Mainly because you shouldn't have been doing it at all." Mark rubbed at his eyes and glanced at his watch. If Kimberly stayed much longer he was going to be late picking Charli up and then they would be late for their hospital appointment. "What do you want, Kim? I'm strapped for time."

  "I was worried about you."

  "That's a first."

  Kimberly reached out to him but Mark stepped out of reach. Kimberly's hand fell to her side.

  "Charli's cheating on you, Mark. She's done it with Andy several times and she's doing it with you."

  Mark knew this wasn't to be true. Considering the amount of time they had been spending together, Charli had no time to cheat on him. Plus he trusted her; she was one of the most loyal people he knew.

  "What makes you think Charli is cheating on me?"

  "I have a private eye on retainer. He'd been following Charli since before you two got together and what he's found is worrying."

  "What's he doing following Charli?"

  "That's my business." Kimberly reached into the purse she was carrying and handed Mark a handful of photographs. "Take a look at these. She has lunch with this guy regularly. They look pretty cozy, don't they?"

  Mark took the photographs and looked through them. It showed Charli sitting in a cafe with a man, both of them smiling and laughing. They looked close. But Mark knew that they were close and not in the way Kimberly meant.

  "I'm so sorry, Mark," Kimberly looked sincere when she said that, "But Charli isn't the faithful person you think her to be."

  Mark couldn't help himself. He started to laugh. Kimberly stared as he sagged against his car and threw back his head, laughing enough to bring tears to his eyes. When he calmed down he wiped his eyes and looked at Kimberly, who was still looking confused.

  "You seriously think accusing Charli of cheating will have me dropping her like a hot potato?" He snorted. "Think again. I know that guy in the pictures. If your private eye had been following her since before she got pregnant than he would have seen another man join their table. I know because I've been there." He pointed at the man in the picture. "That's Kyle, her co-worker. He's in a relationship and even if he wasn't he'd be more likely to go out with me rather than Charli." He saw Kimberly's expression screw up in confusion and rolled his eyes. "Kim, Kyle is gay. His boyfriend joins them on a regular basis for lunch since he owns the damn cafe they eat in. Charli isn't his type at all."

  He tossed the pictures at Kimberly, most of them fluttering to the ground.

  "Nice try but don't bother. I'm not going to fall for your pathetic games." He turned away and jerked open his door. "Go back to your ass lover."

  But Mark couldn't hold it in. The idea was just too ludicrous. As he pulled away from the curb, leaving Kimberly staring after him, he couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

  *****

  The car pulled up to the curb when Charli exited her apartment building and moved down the steps. She stopped when she saw Andy climb out the car and walk towards her, prowling as if he was about to pounce.

  Her heart sank. She didn't need this now. Not after everything he had put her through. The abusive emails had been getting worse, the sweet messages dwindling. How he expected her to come back to him, begging to be together again after everything he had said to her, she had no idea. Any woman with a brain would give men like Andy Henson a wide berth.

  Not that they had noticed. She had heard Andy was out partying on a regular basis and girls flocked around him. He had been snapped making out with a girl on the dance floor, his hand up her skirt and flashing her bare backside, his thumb pulling at her G-string. Charli had even heard from a friend who worked at one of the more expensive hotels that he had been found in bed by the maid, Kimberly bouncing on his cock while he lapped at another girl's pussy. Another man had been pounding Kimberly's ass as she was engaged in heavy petting with the other girl. They hadn't even stopped, even asking the maid to join in. Charli had had nightmares afterwards remembering her friend's very descriptive imagery of Andy and Kimberly engaged in an orgy.

  She certainly wasn't going back to Andy after hearing all that. He was acting as if he was single and Charli knew there wouldn't be any room for her. He just wanted to be in control and he believed after ten years he controlled her. Not anymore.

  "Go away, Andy. I'm not talking to you."

  "Just a few minutes." Andy stopped a short distance away. He didn't try to come closer. "Please, Charli."

  "No."

  "Please, just a moment." Andy bit his lip. "I'm worried about you."

  That was a new one. But Charli was curious to see what he had to say. She wanted to see what other tactics he was going to try to get her to leave Mark. But she wasn't going anywhere. She folded her arms.

  "What are you worried about?"

  Andy reached out towards her but Charli stepped to the side so Andy only grabbed air. His expression dropping, Andy lowered his hand and sighed.

  "That you're getting involved with a man who can't keep it in his pants."

  Charli blinked. She stared at him.

  "Are you serious? Did you just say that to me? The man who couldn't keep it in his pants?"

  Andy had the decency to wince.

  "I know it sounds odd but..."

  "Just get lost, Andy." Charli descended the rest of the steps and walked towards the edge of the sidewalk. "What Mark and I do now is none of your business."

  "But it is my business." Andy grabbed her arm and turned her around. He stood too close for her liking. "I love you, Charli. I always have. I don't want to see you get hurt."

  "You mean like you have already?" Charli demanded. She pushed his hand away and stepped back, wobbling on the curb. Righting herself, she stepped back onto the sidewalk, grabbing her purse as she prepared herself to run.

  "Hildenstern is cheating on you."

  This was a new one. Andy hadn't tried this tactic yet. Charli folded her arms and glared at him challenging.

  "With who?"

  Andy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a photograph. He held it out.

  "Take a look."

  Charli looked. It was of Mark and a red-headed woman in her late twenties sitting on the steps of a house, a little red-haired girl aged about five sitting on Mark's lap. They were looking at each other affectionate
ly, genuine love apparent between them.

  If Charli hadn't recognized the woman she would have become jealous and might have believed Andy. She knew Mark wasn't the kind to cheat but it only took the seed of the implication to take root. But looking at the photograph had her bursting into laughter.

  She knew Andy was staring at her as she laughed but she didn't care. She wiped her eye and shook her head.

  "Are you kidding me, Andy? You really need to do your research. That's his little sister. He's not having an affair at all. And besides which, we're not in a relationship so he is technically a free agent."

  That rankled but neither of them had made an official commitment. They were having sex and doing other intimate things together which felt like the most natural thing in the world. But they hadn't said about becoming official. That upset Charli but she wasn't about to let Andy see that.

  "Then why are you having a baby with him?"

  Charli rolled her eyes.

  "It's not like we planned this. I told you this was an accident and he's supporting me through the pregnancy."

  "Does that mean supporting you in his apartment?" Andy sneered. "You've spent nearly every night for the past two weeks at his place."

  Charli stared at him. Had she heard him correctly?

  "Are you stalking me?"

  "I'm concerned about you. I don't want you getting hurt."

  "Well, you'd better stop that right now." Charli's hands clenched around her purse. She wished Mark would hurry up. "I put a restraining order on you. It's coming into effect in the next couple of days. And if you start following me again I'll have you arrested."

  She had finally done something about Andy's stalking behavior and abusive messages and taken them all to the police station with her mother. They had taken her seriously and helped her with putting everything together. The court was ruling on it that day and Charli was going to the courthouse that afternoon to put forward her reasons to the judge.