Taking Chances (Pleasant Grove Book 1)

by Tara Lee

  I grip the side of the couch because I can’t touch her.

  Why did I agree to stay with her when Jensen went to work?

  “Kiss me, Eli,” she pleads.

  She leans forward, and her breast brush against my arm, tempting me further.

  I snap my head to her; my mouth opens in shock. Did she really just ask me that?

  I brush her hair from her face and put it behind her ear.

  “Not a good idea, sweetheart. You don’t want this—you’re just—”

  I can’t finish that sentence because I didn’t know what the hell to say.

  Her big green eyes stare at me. It makes me weak.

  Charli’s gaze strips away all my control.

  “Yes… I do, I want you to kiss me.” She pleads again.

  “Charli, you’re too perfect for me.”

  In seconds, she’s straddles my lap and pushes her tits against my hard chest.

  Shit.

  She sits down on me and her eyes go wide when my arousal presses against her.

  Her lips crash onto mine, her tongue darting over them, trying to break in. At first, I let her kiss me, but I refuse to kiss her back. This is a new side of Charli. Fuck if I don’t love it. She’s taking control; showing me she’s the boss. She slides her hands up my chest, wrapping them around my neck, sinking further onto me. The moan that escapes her lips isn’t lost on me. The urge to rip her clothes off and bury myself inside her is strong, but I remain calm and keep my hands to myself.

  She pulls at my shirt and grinds against my groin. That’s all it takes—no man can say no to a sweet thing like Charli grinding against them. Her tongue crashes against mine, and she yanks on my shirt, like she wants to get it off me. She can’t get enough. I moan, and feel her smirk against my lips.

  Once I give in, the kiss becomes so wild and messy that our teeth clash. So damn perfect. I grab her hips and push my hard length in to her perfect mound.

  Her kisses get more frenzied, all tongue and teeth.

  We can’t control the desire, it’s desperate now.

  She rubs herself over me, causing my dick to become rock solid. We both pant as our bodies mingle together. Her fingers fisted in my hair while mine dug in to her skin. My touch becomes firmer, hungrier, and desperate. I know I should stop, but I don’t want to stop. Her nipples brush over my chest and make me moan. She moans loudly as she pulls back and yanks off her top. I stare at the perfect mounds on her chest kissing the exposed skin. I bite down so hard she yelps.

  “Ow!”

  I rip my jeans down far enough for her to rub herself over my cock. My boxers and her shorts are still between us. I yank my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor.

  She rubs over my dick faster, as I pull her nipple into my mouth again.

  She likes it rough; naughty girl.

  I bite down on her nipple. Hard. She cries out.

  “Oh, god.”

  She pants and throws her head back for a second, catching her breath.

  I do it again and make her jump. Her nipples taste so sweet. Her nipples harden as I swirl my tongue around each one.

  My lips find hers again. I push into her and cause her to scream out loud. I grab her neck and held her close to me as I devour her lips with mine. I bring my hand around her throat, and hold her tight enough to make her groan.

  “Eli.” Her voice is raspy and soft. I move my tongue down her throat and take small nibbles of her skin. Her hands squeeze my hair. I run my tongue down, licking my way down her chin then her neck, coming back down to her hard nipples, they’re so hard, she is so turned on.

  Charli is writhing around on me, she lets out a loud gasp as I take her nipple into my mouth again, sucking her skin, pulling as much as I can between my lips. I bury my head in her chest, my hands go to her perfect round ass and I dig my fingers into her skin.

  I’m close, so fucking close. I let out a grunt causing her to moan loudly. This is better than any sex I’ve ever had and I haven’t even entered her yet. Who knew dry-humping could be so hot.

  “Oh god,” Charli whispers.

  We pant loudly as our bodies mix together. Sweat pours off me. I capture her lips once again and kiss her frantically, like I need her to breathe. I push into her with my cock, and grind it hard against her pussy, she cries out as she explodes causing my own orgasm to rip from my body. I clutch her hips hard as I empty my load into my briefs.

  Fucking hell.

  I sink my head onto her shoulder, trying to catch my breath. We are both panting, begging for some air.

  What have I done?

  My internal battle starts again— I just dry-humped my best friend’s little sister on our couch.

  I thoroughly fucking enjoyed it, but it was wrong, so fucking wrong, on so many levels.

  I pull her off me and sit her on the couch.

  “Put your top on.”

  I don’t mean to snap.

  Her face falls as she pulled her top on and covers her tits.

  I stand up, needing to clean myself. I need to get away from her.

  I want her again.

  Boy, do I want her again.

  And next time, there won’t be any clothing between us.

  “Eli, did I do something wrong?” she asks.

  I run my fingers through my hair, frustrated with myself.

  “This shouldn’t have happened, and it won’t again.” I release a long, frustrated sigh before heading towards the bathroom to clean myself up. I close the door and curse under my breath. “Fuck.”

  I hear Charli get up. The front door closes behind her as she leaves. I hang my head, disappointed that I allowed that to happen. Charli is different. I’d fucked so many women and she wasn’t them, but I’d just made her one of them by dry-humping her on the couch.

  You fucking idiot, Eli.

  I growl in frustration as I take my clothes off, jumping into

  the shower to clean up and cool off.e

  CHARLI

  I RUN DOWN THE STAIRS from my brother’s apartment he shares with Eli. Tears fill my eyes and I hold back from sobbing. Why did I do that? I was so caught up in the moment I wanted– no, I needed—Eli to touch me. Really touch me.

  But once we were done, he forced me off him so quick, saying it was wrong. He refused to look at me. It was like I disgusted him, like he was mad he’d touched me and had given in to me.

  He had bitten down so hard on my nipple that it still stings. I thought that’s what he wanted. If he didn’t, why didn’t he stop me? Before I gave myself to him like that? I’m stupid. I’d given into my desire to have him, to have him touch me the way he does other women. The orgasm he gave me without actual sex had been so amazing my body still buzzes.

  I make my way to my car and press the button to unlock it. I hop in and lay my head against the steering wheel. Tears fall, and I sob so hard that I can’t seem to catch my breath. I wipe at my face and try to clear my eyes.

  My phone beeps in my bag. I grabbed for it as I wipe my face again and catch my breath.

  I swipe my screen and see the message was from Eli. It simply says, I’m Sorry.

  I stare at the message…. Do I reply?

  I decide against answering him. My heart aches and it is because of him.

  If it felt so good what we did, why was it so wrong to him?

  I start my car up and make my way for home.

  I need ice-cream. It is my go to food when I’m upset.

  e

  MY TEARS FALL AS I sit on my couch, eating out of the tub of ice cream. I gave myself to Eli and he just throws it in my face. Am I that stupid? To think he’d worship at my feet, that he’d confess his love for me?

  Eli doesn’t do love. He never has. He’s twenty-one and I’ve never seen him in a relationship. I’ve never seen him with the same girl more than once. He has never been with someone more than one night.

  I am now just a number on his bedpost. Well, technically we didn’t make it to his bed, but I am still just
another number.

  I sigh and look down at the now empty tub.

  I need more ice cream.

  Ice cream, helps mend a broken heart. My heart is broken yet again. I spend so long flirting with Eli, and for what? Where had it gotten me? He is a player; an asshole. And he always will be.

  I stand up and walk into the kitchen, tossing the empty tub into the trash. I need something else to help mend this broken heart. I go to my freezer, and there is no ice cream left. I check the fridge hoping that maybe there is some chocolate. I don’t find any, but I do see a bottle of wine that I had been given for my birthday. I don’t normally drink but right now I want to get drunk and forget.

  I open it and take a swig right from the bottle.

  The taste sends tingles down my throat. It tasted nice. Who knew wine could taste this good?

  I’m still under age, but I can still drink if I’m at home. It kind of sucks that I can’t go to any bars or clubs yet, but I like being at home. At home, I’m safe. At home, I can avoid jerks.

  Three hours and a whole bottle of wine later I’m numb.

  Wine is good

  It helps me forget, well it turns my brain off.

  I wish I had more wine. I can hear my phone ringing but I don’t search for it.

  My phone continues to ring but I simply ignore it. Whoever it is isn’t important.

  I close my eyes as my head feels light my stomach is full and

  I feel better. e

  I’M JOLTED AWAKE BY SOMEONE banging on my door. It takes me a moment to remember the wine.

  Oh, I’d falling asleep on the couch. I had consumed a whole

  bottle of wine, so sleeping on the couch makes a lot of sense. I look at the clock on the wall. It is after three in the morning. “Dammit Charli, open the door! I know you’re in there.” Eli.

  What is he doing here?

  I slowly get up from the couch and drag my feet along the

  carpet.

  The banging gets louder.

  “Charli.”

  His voice sounds desperate; pained even.

  Why is Eli at my door?

  I swallow the lump in my throat. Do I want to see him? He is

  the reason I consumed all the wine and ice cream. I hear him on the other side of the door. His breathing is loud and frantic.

  I unlock my door and slowly open it. He runs his fingers through his already messy hair. His face falls when he sees me.

  “Jesus Charli! I was about to break the damn door down, why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?”

  “I was asleep.” I answer with a shrug, and then turn to walk back into my living room

  Eli follows me after he closes the door.

  I sit back on my couch and tuck my feet under me. I know he is feeling guilty and he is here to apologize.

  Eli sits down next me and places his hands in his lap.

  “You didn’t answer my text. When you wouldn’t answer your phone, I thought something was wrong.”

  I frown and shrug.

  Really, that is why he came over?

  “I’m fine Eli, you can go now.”

  I get up to show him to the door.

  His hands go to my waist and pulls me to him. My body crushes into his hard body and presses against mine.

  He feels so good.

  I close my eyes and treasure the moment.

  “You’re too good for me, baby. That’s why it’s so damn wrong. But I want you. I so fucking want you, don’t ever think I don’t.” He whispers close to my ear.

  I relax in his arms. His hold on me tightens.

  I feel his breathe on my neck as his lips graze my skin and sends chills down my spine. That’s what he does to me. Only Elino other guy has ever made me feel like this.

  I turn in his arms and cup his face. His eyes take in mine. He leans in but I pull back, stopping the kiss. He leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. I not sure I am ready to do that again just yet.

  “You feel so fucking good.”

  My hand is still on his cheek. I brush my thumb across his face and his eyes bore into mine. It’s like he’s connecting to my soul, claiming me as his.

  I’ll always be his.

  I should let him go, though. He keeps saying he’s no good for me. Maybe he’s right?

  “I care about you too much. Charli to start anything with you. I don’t do relationships baby, and you….” He says before kissing my forehead.

  “You deserve better than me, I’m too messed up for you.”

  I grab his cheek again and force him to look at me.

  “No, you’re perfect, Eli.”

  He shakes his head breaking away from me.

  “No, you need to forget about me and move on. I’ll always be here if you need anything. But what we did? It can’t happen again. We can only ever be friends.”

  He turns, leaving me standing in my door all alone.

  Chapter 4

  ELI

  PresetDay

  I’VE BEEN WATCHING HER TO make sure she is okay at the bar. I don’t want to babysit her, but I have no choice. Charli is at The Grove, dancing with her friends. They haven’t been drinking, but I still can’t take my damn

  eyes off her. Charli isn’t a drinker so this side of her was new to me. She is polished and poised.

  She doesn’t do out of the ordinary.

  Well, not for her, anyway.

  She has been coming here a lot lately. Why? I’m not sure. She works here, but she never drinks.

  She has on a tight dress that shows off her amazing curves and pushes up her tits. They strain against the material of her dress.

  I am pretty sure I can see her hard nipples poking through.

  Fuck.

  Mouth-watering—that’s what Charli is. I want to peel that dress off her with my teeth. I had seen her in a bikini numerous times, so I know what is underneath. I’ve gotten a glimpse of her tits a few years ago when I made the mistake of dry humping her until we both came.

  I should keep my eyes off her. She is so far off limits, it isn’t funny. There is an unwritten rule— don’t fuck any of our friend’s sisters. I don’t want to ruin life-long friendship for an hour of pleasure. I have already broken that rule by touching Charli three years ago. No matter how tempting that her little ass is—and fuck me she is so god damn tempting—I nearly made that mistake when she had straddled me and begged me to fuck her. She had made me hard in an instant, and I’d let her rub herself over me until she screamed my name. I had instantly regretted it. She was eighteen, but it felt wrong. She has been like a little sister to me. Charli changed that the day she came over my lap. All I see now is a sexy little vixen who made me so damn hard I’d thought I’d stay that way permanently.

  The way her hips move has got me so goddamn hard. I’m positive I could hammer a nail with my dick. It is desperate to break free from my pants. Her ass looks damn fine in that dress. I stifle my groan, and try to control myself. I fumble with my cock through my jeans and try to make sure people can’t see my raging hard-on.

  I wonder if she knows what she does to me.

  My cock twitches in my jeans reminding me he is on full alert, and wants some release. Why does she do this to me? My cock wants her. Fuck. I can barely control myself around her. Three years ago, I’d wanted nothing more than to set my cock free and slide into her piece of heaven and claim her as mine. I stopped it before that happened, but even now I feel she is still tempting me. I need to get laid. My cock is going to burst any damn minute. I do easy and Charli isn’t easy. A blonde chick walks past me with barely any clothes on, this one will be easy. Her perky tits barely staying in her top. Yeah, this girl will be really easy. Her nipples peeking through the material.

  I pull her to me. She is surprised at first, but then she looks up and smiles. I take her lips in mine and went to town. Her hands slide up my shirt and my rub abs muscles. The moans coming from her tell me just how much she needed a release too. Her hand lands on my dick
and strokes me through my jeans. Yeah, she wants this alright. I break the kiss and grab her hand, I start walking, pulling her behind me. This won’t take long, not with the images I have in my head of a certain tempting goddess.

  I pull her in to the bathroom and close the door behind us. I head to a cubicle and lift her up, slamming her into the wall. She gasps as she slams into the wall behind her. Her fingers pull at my hair and she moans. I pull her top up to reveal her perky tits. The skirt she wears is short and sexy, giving me quick access. I free my cock from my straining pants and pull out a condom. She helps me roll it over my length. I lift her skirt to find she has no panties on.

  Dirty girl wants to be fucked.

  I place the tip of my cock at her wet entrance and with ease slam into her, shoving her into the wall more. I groan as my cock fills her. She is breathing heavy and panting loudly as I fill her. I pull back, making just the tip touch her, then slammed back into her filling her completely. Our groans engulf the bathroom. I know we are loud but I don’t care. My cock is pleased; he is bursting to let off some steam and this pussy does a great job of helping. I moan as my balls tighten. I hold her up as my fingers dig into her hips, but it not enough. I need more. I pull out and slid her down my body. She starts to protest, but I spin her around, placing her hands on the wall, making her ass stick out. I thrust back into her tight pussy slamming her forward.

  Fuck, that’s it.

  “Ahhh.” She cries out.

  Her pussy tightens as she cums. I explode into her, filling the tip of my condom with the release Charli had made me need so desperately. We are both breathing heavy as my spent cock slowly slips from her as we tidy ourselves up. I hear the bathroom door open as some leaves the bathroom; I never heard them enter. Someone got to hear more than they were bargaining for. I lift my head and look at the ceiling. My cock is thankful he got his release and I’m thankful that I don’t have to go home and jack off tonight. This is what I do; one-night stands and quick fuck sessions. Nothing serious. I don’t even think I got her name.

  After the quickie in the bathroom, I leave the girl I just fucked in search of Charli.