by Tara Lee
“What the fuck dude, get your own,” Tobias yells.
Eli stops and has a look of pure anger on his face. He spins around walking back towards Tobias
“Get my own? When a lady says stop, you fucking stop!” Eli yells as he unloads a punch that knocks him down.
Eli steps forward to finish what he started with Tobias, I run and grab Eli's arm afraid he will keep going.
“Stop,” I plead with him.
Eli pauses turns to me and starts to back down, this allows Tobias time to throw a cheap shot lucky it just glances Eli. Eli pushes me back and out of harm’s way, he slowly circles Tobias, Tobias throws more punches which Eli manages to dodge and counters knocks Tobias back down with another punch.
“Now if you don’t want another one, you will stay down and apologise to the lady,” Eli tells him.
“Whatever, I’m sorry, are you happy? She isn’t worth it,” he says angrily.
“No, she is too good for a piece of trash like you, now get the fuck out of here,” replies Eli.
Tobias slinks away as Eli turns to me
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine. I pulled his hands off me.”
Eli still looks angry.
“I should follow him and kick his ass until he can't move.”
He glares at Tobias as he is leaving
“Don't worry about it. I'm fine, it was a mistake. One I will never make again.”
“I said not to go off with anyone. Why say yes to that guy?” he says.
“I wanted to dance,” I reply.
Eli looks at me.
“I can dance with you if you want to dance, Charli.”
“I'm not in the mood anymore,” I say as I head back to the table and sit there. The guys all look at me. I could tell they’re waiting for me to say something.
I don't bother. That guy is a creep and I have learnt my lesson: don't say yes when strange men ask you to dance.
Lucas comes up to me.
“Charli, he was a creep. You did the right thing pushing him off. We all saw him grab you and could tell you where uncomfortable.”
“Thanks,” I reply and just keep my head down. I am embarrassed now.
Harley, one of the owners of The Grove Bar and one of my bosses comes over and asks me if I’m okay. I nod at him give him a fake smile. I’m so embarrassed everyone had to see that.
“You’re sure?” Harley asks. “I’ll make sure he never comes back again.”
“I’m okay, I promise.” I tell him. He makes a disbelieving sound but doesn’t push me any further.
I look up and see Britney Walsh walk towards Eli. I roll my eyes. I hate that she can openly touch Eli.
He is flirting. Loving the attention, I'm sure she is doing other things to him as I can't see her other hand. I don't want to think about it.
My stomach suddenly doesn't feel too good. I no longer want to be out. My abrupt departure will make the guys suspicious, so I will have to find a way to slip out without any of them noticing. Or maybe stay, finish my drink, and then leave.
Carter brings my drink back and places it in front of me. I take a small sip. They’re all watching me, waiting for my reaction as they all think I've never touched alcohol before. The Cosmo is actually pretty nice.
Out of the corner of my eye, Britney’s actions catch my attention. She rubs her hands all over Eli and then they start making out... Her tongue is practically down Eli's throat.
“Um gross,” I mutter.
Max smirks because he heard me.
“ Shut up Charli, your mouth will get you into trouble,” I tell myself.
Things are getting to be a little too much for me. Eli gropes Britney right here in front of everyone. Their make out session is getting a little heavy. He is doing this on purpose to rattle me. Is this his way of getting back at me for dancing with that guy? God, men can be infuriating!
It’s time for me to go. I have seen Eli with women before but I've had enough. I knew I was old enough for him now and I wanted him to notice me. It hurts more and I’m not sure why. I mean, it has always hurt me seeing him with someone who isn’t me.
I want to be Britney at this moment, but I know I never can be.
I get up to leave and tell the guys.
“I've had enough for one night, I'm going to go on home”
They all nod a goodbye and let me walk out.
“Charli.”
I turn to see Eli running towards me.
“Yes,” I ask bluntly.
What is he doing?
“You sure you're okay? I can drive you home if you like? I'd hate for something to happen to you and I could have done something to prevent it.”
He is being sweet. He always is, but him being sweet right now is not what I need. I need him on top of me, naked, with his cock sliding in and out of me.
Stop it, Charli, I scold myself. I can't have those thoughts right now. My cheeks will go red and give me away.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes positive,” I say to him.
He takes a step towards me, closing the distance between us. His slow sexy smile taunts me.
“I'm just going to go on home… Have a nice long shower, and get into bed. Maybe read a book.”
Eli looks at me shaking his head.
“I didn't mean what I said, Charli. It’s just… I worry about you. Yes, I know your twenty-one now, but I can't help but feel protective of you and worry about you. Always have, Always will.” He blows out a breath. “I wanted to murder that guy for touching you, sweetheart.”
He smirks. Maybe I have a chance, after all.
I feel like someone is watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turn but no one is there. Strange.
Eli peeks over my shoulder.
“You okay?” He asks me.
“Yeah, sorry I thought I saw something; it was nothing don't worry. I’m just being paranoid.”
He smiles at me and keeps looking over my shoulder just to be sure, then he looks at me.
“Call me if you need anything?”
He winks and the he is gone.
Oh my god, Eli winked at me.
I have the biggest smile on my face.
I could swoon. I feel my cheeks go red.
For a while, I thought my feelings for Eli. It was nothing more than a crush that finally gave head three years ago when we dry humped each other. Now, my feelings for him are coming back full force. I care for Eli more than I’m willing to admit. I want to be with him. I want these games to stop. I can never tell what he thinks or feels for me. I’ve stopped trying to get into his head, because I get hurt every time I try.
What am I going to do?
Shaking my head at my crazy thoughts, I get into my car and drive home, I know he would never act on it.
Of course, I hope he will, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.
As soon as I lay in bed, my mind drifts to Eli and his rockhard abs.
Pulling my lip between my teeth I slip my hand into my panties. I close my eyes and picture Eli above me kissing my neck and making his way down my body pulling my nipple into his mouth like he has before, then laying between my legs tasting me. I moan as my fingers brush my clit my orgasm building I feel a tremble as my orgasm comes over me.
As I come down from my orgasm I think, I must get control of myself or I will scare him off.
I don't want that to happen, I can see myself spending forever with Eli.
He is my hero, and always has been.
Chapter 6
ELI
WHAT 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
hurt her yet again. 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 d
eserves 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 h
ad 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.
Chapter 7
CHARLI
I‘M NOT LOOKING FORWARD to work because I know Eli will be there, He always is. Lurking somewhere, watching me. He always seems to be at the bar when I work. It is like
he felt he must keep watch over me. My eyes will catch his from across the bar and he will just stare. I always break contact first. Tonight, I’m working behind the bar, with Chester.
“So, when are we having that date?”
Chester is nice, but his attempts to flirt with me are endless. He thinks it will land him a date. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s asked me now.