by S. Moose
“Do you know why I’m clenching your hair and savoring each kiss to your body?”
“Because you want it hard? You want to fuck me into oblivion?”
“Yes,” I tell her, nipping on her shoulder. “But I also want to pull your hair while I’m fucking you. I want to fuck you like this in front of the mirror so you can see how sexy you look while you’re moaning my name and screaming for more. I want to own your pussy and make it ache for just me.”
“Oh God,” she moans, looking into the mirror and giving me a smirk. “What makes you think I’ll like that?”
“Oh sweet girl, I know you will. Remember, I know your pussy and I know what makes you come. I know what makes your body hum with ecstasy.” My fingers trace her back while still holding onto her hair. “You like it rough. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Sliding my tongue on her soft skin my fingers rub her wet clit. “Are you thinking about me fucking you right now?” She moans a yes and turns over so we’re facing each other. “What are you doing?”
A smirk plays on her face as she pushes me off and switches position. Looking at her on top of me she slowly unbuttons my pants and slides them down along with my boxer briefs. Taking off my shirt she leans down, pushing her boobs in my face, and rubbing herself on my hard dick.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“First, I want to put your pussy on my face so I can suck on that clit. I want you to lift yourself up and rub yourself over my mouth, spread your legs wide and play with your nipples.”
She slowly makes her way up my body and places what I want to taste on my lips. Her body melts into me so easily as I claim her with my mouth, over and over. I want to always make it good for her. I want to always make her scream and moan.
“You taste so sweet,” I whisper against her. This addicting taste will never get old. Hell, it’s so good. I could taste her all night and never get tired of it.
“Troy, please,” she begs. I look at her in the mirror and her mouth is shaped in a perfect O. Her hair’s wild and her fingers are in her mouth while her other hand is twisting and kneading her nipple. Fuck, what a damn sexy sight.
Sinking my tongue into her, I watch her orgasm and I’m ready to take her. Tearing myself away I push her back down my body and lift her hips up so I can slowly enter her. Riding my cock, she leans back holding onto my legs, bouncing up and down.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Only for you,” she moans. “You make it so good. Ahhh . . . it feels so, ohmyGod, yes.”
Needing to fuck her from behind we switch positions and I make her stare at us in the mirror as I enter her and pull her hair. Her head tilts back and her eyes are closed.
“Open your eyes,” I demand. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to watch your orgasm and remember how good we are.”
I spend a moment meeting her eyes in the mirror. This is where I need to be; this is where I belong. Realizing how much I love her and how much I care, everything is falling into place. She’s the only thing I need to remain steady. I’m in love with Charlotte Maxey and I’m never letting her go.
My eyes roam the rest of her naked body as I move her onto her back. My hands feel the soft curves of her breasts and stomach. Touching and feeling her beneath my hands, she stares at me and bites her lower lip, whimpering and moaning for more.
Thrusting into her again, she keeps her eyes open and focused on me.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you.”
She listens to my demand and uses two fingers to play with her clit. Every motion, every touch, every moan slipping from her lips sends my body into overdrive and I fuck her faster. With a few more thrusts she squeezes my cock, releasing an intense orgasm and I soon follow.
A roar rips through my chest with the most phenomenal sensation I’ve ever felt. The vibrations hit my body from the best high. My body relaxes and takes me somewhere I’ve never been.
Carefully sliding out of her I head into the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth to clean her. Satisfaction fills me at seeing my cum run out of her, knowing she’s mine.
Chapter 29
Charlotte
Sitting on the couch with my laptop in my lap, I look through my emails from the spa and owners. Today’s my first day off in two weeks. It’s getting hectic and the interview process to hire two more people is getting annoying. My staff is getting overworked and they’re tired. I can only do so much as a manager.
Answering the last email, my phone buzzes, it’s Megan.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m so sorry to call you,” Megan starts to say. “Zara’s really sick and needs to go home. Maya isn’t answering and I mean, I can call Aubree, but I know she’s not feeling too hot either.” I look at the clock and internally groan.
“I’ll be right there. If she’s really sick, then tell her to go to the back room and relax.”
“Thank you,” Megan gushes and we disconnect the call.
Making my way inside, Zara apologizes and I tell her to get better and let me know how she’s feeling. Aubree worked two doubles in a row and I couldn’t have her come in. It’s only a few more hours and the schedule doesn’t look too bad.
Putting down my purse, I fill my water cup and sit down next to Megan looking at the schedule for the next few days. I need to hire one more full-time consultant. After talking to Jason since coming back and showing him the sales stats, effectiveness of having more people, and the missed opportunities to spend time with each client, he agreed another consultant is needed.
“Are you going to hire someone else soon?” Megan whines. “We’ve been so busy.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I just got the okay from Jason and it’s not easy. There haven’t been any qualified applicants and I can’t just hire anyone. We have a special dynamic here and I don’t want to hire someone who’ll cause drama and not be reliable.”
Megan sighs and nods. The phone rings and she answers. I go back to the schedule and make sure we don’t have too many therapists on, checking the esthetician’s schedule as well.
We check out the seven p.m. clients and get ready for the last three clients. Only another hour and then I’m back home. My bed’s calling for me and I need a good ten hours of sleep before tackling a twelve-hour day tomorrow.
Since I’ve been home from the weekend getaway I’ve been either here at the spa or home. Troy’s busy catching up with clients too, so our time together hasn’t happened and I miss him like crazy. We talk every day and he swings by the spa to give me a kiss whenever he can.
The door opens and in walks a very attractive man with dark brown eyes, a man bun, a little scruff on his face, and a bit of swag. He eyes me and I have to roll my eyes.
“Hello, ladies,” he smirks. I see Megan smile and listen to them talk. I get that his name’s Austin and this is his first time in.
“He’s looking at you,” Megan whispers. “Do you want him as a prospect? Maybe he’ll sign up.”
“Stop,” I whisper back. “We have to be professional and I’m not interested. Why don’t you talk to him?”
“Whatever, Charlotte. Live a little,” she winks. “Austin, when you’re done, my manager, Charlotte, will help you and talk to you more about what you need.”
“Looking forward to telling her,” he smirks and finishes the paperwork. I get up from the chair and make my way over to him. Taking a seat, I feel his eyes on me.
“Where are you feeling pain?”
“Neck and back,” he tells me. “Pretty tight.”
“What do you do to relieve yourself?” When the words come out, I quickly recover. “I mean, what do you use to relieve yourself?” Fuck! His brow kinks and he crosses his leg over his knee and leans back.
“Well,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I’m not sure if my answers will help with my massage today, but,” he says leaning in closer to me and placing h
is hand on my knee. “Come have dessert with me later. I’m a chef,” he winks. “I can make you something good.”
“Huh? Um, oh. I can’t. Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”
“Yes, you can,” he stares at me and a smirk forms on his face. “Are you serious? Because I don’t see a ring on that pretty hand of yours. Plus, it’s innocent and I’m a respectful man. It would help relieve me.”
Kill me now.
We finish his intake notes for his therapist and I bury myself in the office wanting to die. I text Troy about Austin and his response puts a smile on my face.
Troy: Do I need to come in and make sure he doesn’t touch or look at what’s mine?
Me: Babe, it’s okay I can handle myself.
Troy: Sure you can lol but this fucker needs to know to back off . . . I don’t care if he’s a chef or whatever. He should know better.
Me: It’s fine . . . I miss you <3
Troy: I miss you too.
I’m so close to telling him I love him. He hasn’t said it to me and I’m not sure if we’re at the I love you level yet.
“You better ride that man!” Megan comes in and sits down. “I think I came listening to you two. He wants you so bad.”
“Shut up!”
My phone buzzes and it’s Will.
Will: Where are you?
Me: Work.
Will: You’re working way too much. Everything okay?
Me: Short-staffed and it’s okay. What’s going on?
Will: Nothing, just wanted to see where you were and what you’re doing tonight.
Me: Work then coming back home . . . I’m tired and have to be in at nine tomorrow morning.
Will: Ah okay. The guys are coming over soon to watch the fight.
Me: Sounds fun.
Will: See you soon.
I text Troy again, asking if he’s coming over tonight to watch the fight too.
Troy: Yeah, I am.
Me: Oh, you didn’t tell me.
Troy: Sorry, sweetheart. Yes, I’ll be over. Still have to be careful k?
Me: K
“Hey, your boy is coming out,” Megan squeals and bounces back to her chair.
I groan and get up from my office chair to meet Austin at the desk. “How was your massage? Did Carol get those knots out of your shoulders?”
“Actually, she did,” he rolls his shoulders and leans forward on the desk. “I’m interested in the membership and taking you out for a drink. What do you say?”
“I’ll have Megan sign you up.”
“Thanks. So what about a drink tonight?”
“Sorry, my very fit and possessive boyfriend wouldn’t approve.”
He looks around and I wonder what the hell he’s doing. “Ah, what are you doing?”
“Checking to see if your bodyguard,” he covers his mouth in a dramatic way. “Wait . . . I mean, boyfriend, is around. Nope, he’s not. Come on, one drink.”
“No. So if you still want that membership I suggest you stop being a douche and hurry please.”
“Feisty. I like that.” I roll my eyes and go back into the office.
I look at Megan and her eyes are wide. This is ridiculous. Looking back at Austin and seeing the look of determination in his eyes I give up and start closing the computers and printing the reports while Megan finishes his membership.
Grabbing my purse and things, I meet Megan in the front. She shuts off the lights and we head outside. Locking the door, I turn and see her smiling at me.
“Drive safe, I’ll see you later.”
“Okay, bye!”
Getting in my car I drive home and head inside to take a shower and change into yoga pants and a tank. Even though Troy and I can’t act like we’re a couple, it’ll still be good to see him and be near him.
When I come downstairs Carter, Sal, Will, and Troy are sitting on the couch and chair in the living room. There’s a spot next to Troy and I see him wink at me when I sit down next to him.
“Thought you were tired?” Will asks.
“I’m okay. Want to watch part of the match before going to bed.” I say hi to the guys and grab a blanket from behind me and spread it over my legs. It’s so hard to sit here and not touch him. Discomfort sneaks its way into my head and suddenly I realize how shitty this is and maybe I should go to my room and sleep.
Feeling my phone buzz in my hands I look at it and see Troy’s name.
Troy: I want to touch you so badly. Do you know how hard I am? That tank top is dangerously low.
I smile and look up. Will’s attention is on the TV and Carter is staring at us. I have a feeling he knows and when I look at him again he gives me a wink and stands to be next to Will so I’m covered.
Me: Trust me, I know.
Troy: Let me feel you.
Me: OMG no.
Troy: Why the hell not?
Me: There’s too many people here and HELLO . . . Will is RIGHT in front of us . . . WEIRD.
Troy: Come on. You know you want me to touch your pussy . . . You’re wet right now aren’t you?
Me: No.
Troy: Liar.
I feel his hand strategically slide under my yoga pants and push my panties aside. I do everything I can to focus on the match and where Will’s focus is. No one is turning around or caring about Troy and me.
When he slides two fingers inside me I bite down on my lower lip and fight the urge to moan. Slowly turning my head to let him know how good this feels his attention’s on the match as well, but I see the smirk on his face. I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Licking my lips, his fingers pump faster and soon he’s rubbing my wet clit. Shit, this feels too good. How the hell am I supposed to stay quiet?
One of the guys fighting gets a huge hit in and the other guy goes down. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. I feel my orgasm rushing through me as the guys stand up and start cheering allowing me to let out a moan. Luckily they’re so loud that I’m not heard. My head tilts back in sheer bliss and when I turn to look at Troy he’s licking his fingers. Holy freaking shit, that’s so hot.
Chapter 30
Charlotte
Walking into work with my latte in one hand and purse in another, the girls greet me and I smile before walking into the office. There’s post-it notes all over my desk and I take a moment to read each one.
“Hey, Charlotte,” I look up and see Aubree walk in.
“Why, hello there, sunshine. What’s going on?”
“Ugh,” she groans. “Hellish morning.”
“What happened?”
She closes the door and sits back down. I hand her some chocolate because she looks like she needs it. “I don’t think Maya’s working out.” I listen and take a drink of my latte. “She messed up a few appointments and gave some of the clients attitude.”
“What do you mean?”
“She told one of our frequent clients that it’s not her fault she didn’t write down the appointment and she’s positive she left a confirmation call on her voice message.”
“Well, did she?”
Aubree shakes her head. “She didn’t work yesterday!”
“Then what the hell is she doing?”
“I have no idea. I’ve had to tell her to put away her cell phone and caught her in the break room while we were slammed with checking in clients. It’s been busy, and not smooth at all. I’ve had a lot of clients complain and I think we need to let her go.”
“Okay,” I think about what I need to do. “We can’t lose someone, though. Gah,” I groan and press my fingers to my temples. Breathing in and out, I seriously want to cry. I’m already short-staffed, and the girls are so tired. What the hell am I going to do? “Let me talk to her before she leaves and settle this.”
“Sounds good.”
“Thanks, Aubree. You’re doing a great job and I’m glad I have you by my side. I really enjoy working with you. Please know how appreciative I am and know that upper management is paying attention to you.”
She smiles and i
t feels good to let her know how well she’s doing. From what I heard, the previous spa manager was a bitch and made Aubree do everything. That’s not how it’s going to be. Being a team means there’s a leader, someone who’ll lead and guide the team to success. That leader is me and my team will not be let down.
“That means a lot,” she smiles again. “Thanks, Charlotte.”
When she walks out I check some emails and read the recent surveys. I print out and highlight the comments about Maya’s behavior and think it’s best to let her go. Picking up her folder from my drawer I notice write ups and plans of actions for her. She’s lucky to have lasted as long as she has. Reading through the comments and notes it seems as though she’s been given so many chances because when she works hard, it shows. Not enough, though. All because she’s a great sales person with the products we have and has high sales it doesn’t mean she can treat our clients that way.
Before I get a chance to talk to her my phone vibrates and I look at it with a smile.
Troy: Just had a fun workout with Will.
Me: What happened?
Troy: He’s pissed because I called you beautiful and he got in my face.
Me: Don’t let my brother get to you. I’m an adult, and yes, we should tell him, but I like how things are right now. I like our time together. I think we should tell him soon, just not now.
Troy: Whatever you want to do . . . I can’t stay away from you.
I smile at his message and know he means it. Being with Troy feels right and I know it’s not fair to either Will or Troy to have these rules. Even though I’m an adult, Will’s still my brother; the one who gave up his life for me so I can have a future. He’s the only family I have. One day he’ll see that Troy’s not a manwhore and he treats me with respect. The rules are everything and in place for a reason. It’s the only way no one will get hurt.