by Becca Siller
“Wow, he looked really upset,” I say watching him walk away. But then he’s stopped by a familiar female, one of the twins. “Oh no, if she does come, we have to make sure they don’t run into each other,” I tell Miles, pointing over my shoulder.
“I don’t think they’ll be running into each other. I don’t see Charlie coming to the set. If she does see him, I’m sure she won’t do it in public where she could be embarrassed,” Miles says, then looks at me with an intensity that makes my heart leap. “Now, I have some seriously wicked plans for you.”
“Oh, and what might those be?” I give him my most innocent smile.
Miles pulls us into the car behind me. I didn’t even notice the car was still here, but Miles could distract me from an earthquake when he kisses me the way he does. He doesn’t touch me at all in the car on the way to the hotel, no matter how much I ask for it. He watches me from his side of the bench seat with glittering, hungry eyes. I shiver with anticipation and go slick with arousal.
At the hotel he still won’t touch me, and in my room he stands back and watches. I drop my stuff, kicking off my boots. I watch him with eager excitement. “Take off your clothes,” Miles directs in his authoritative voice.
“I thought you’d do that?” I question, tilting my head to the side.
Miles shakes his head. I’m not sure where he’s going with this but I comply. Slowly I strip off my clothes, turning to bend, removing my panties and I slide my hand up the back of my thigh when I rise back up. Miles sucks in a deep breath. I can see him clenching his fists. “Let your hair down and get on the bed,” he commands and again I comply without question. I start to shiver so he strides to the wall unit, clicking on the heat. He turns, pulling his shirt over his head. I moan at the sight and smell of his masculine body. Miles slides up the bed, running his tongue up my body, pausing at the hollow of my pelvis and hip.
“Touch me, baby,” I beg but Miles shakes his head. I fist the sheets when he gets to my breasts, they’re so sensitive and it’s been so long. Within minutes I’m squirming. Miles chuckles, then slides his hands up my inner thighs, spreading my legs open wide. He licks his way back down, then flicks his tongue over my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut to stave off my climax.
“I wanted to make this last but I can’t hold back anymore, baby. You’re so damn wet,” he says as he slides his fingers up and down my folds. I shake and rock my hips into his hand. Miles leaves the bed, taking his pants off, and when he gets back, he pauses to kiss my knee. “I love you, Riley,” he says reverently. He positions his thick cock, then pushes in with one long slow thrust. Throwing his head back he groans in ecstasy. “Holy shit, baby, I’ve missed this so damn much.” I chuckle because he always curses more when he’s really turned on. He starts to glide in and out slow and steady.
“More,” I beg.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles.
“Fuck that, you can’t hurt me. Now give me more!” I demand. With a grunt Miles pushes into me harder, grinding against me. But it isn’t enough. I need more. I push at his chest, making him lean up so I can rise to my elbows. Slowly I start to swivel my hips, grinding up and down his cock. Miles clenches his jaw, fisting the sheets tightly. I make my movement harder and faster, and start to groan and thrash with the intensity of it, my body feeling edgy and needy like never before. I’m panting and making the most lustful sounds I’ve ever made. Miles slides his hands down under me, grasping my ass, pulling me up harder onto his dick.
“God, Riley, fuck me harder. You better come soon because I’m gonna go off, baby.” He releases my ass with one hand, reaches up, and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I explode with a hoarse shout, my climax crashing through my whole body, goose bumps covering my sweat-dampened skin. Miles thrusts roughly twice, then stills deep inside me, pulsing hard. We both collapse panting and sated. “What the fuck was that?” Miles asks astonished.
I laugh slightly, “That was pregnancy hormones, having twice my blood volume pumping though me and not having my man for way too long.”
“I have never ever had sex like that before. I think it’s because it’s you, baby.” He rolls to the side, pulling my mouth to his. His kiss is gentle but so full of love that my chest opens a little more. This man fills me to the point of bursting in every way.
Wyatt
As I rummage through the sparse food source in my trailer I frown, thinking maybe I should’ve accepted Amber’s dinner invitation. The only problem with that was I’m not in the mood to fend off her advances. Gillian has some time off and has headed back to the States for a few days. I’m relieved but at the same time she does help ease the loneliness. Having Charlie at the forefront of my thoughts has me feeling edgy and raw today. Trying to move on hasn’t been as easy as I thought. Although I’ve been seeing Gillian for several weeks I don’t feel any real connection to her. Even when we have sex I find myself just going through the motions, not really fully engaging in it. And not when I have sex with any other women for that matter either. A knock at my trailer door pulls me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I shout, looking up to the door momentarily before digging back into the pantry. The knock comes again. “Come in or go away!” I shout louder, not looking up this time.
“Wyatt,” an all too familiar voice comes from the open door. I stiffen, slowly raising my head. My eyes widen and I blink a few times to make sure I’m really seeing this. Charlie is standing six feet from me, in my trailer.
My shock turns to a glower. “Charlie? What are you doing here? How did you get here?” I ask incredulously.
“Well, it was either come to Scotland or be left in Portland alone,” she says shakily. Her voice makes my chest ache all over again, the pain as if it was just yesterday I left her in Portland.
“I don’t mean here, I mean here in my trailer?” Trying to look unaffected, I continue my search for a few more moments.
She holds up a badge she must’ve gotten from Miles. It’s one of those family badges that let you on the set. “Um, well, I found a few of your things and wanted to return them.”
“You could’ve just given them to Miles and saved yourself the trouble.” I know I’m being a jerk but having her this close is like salt in a wound that’s clearly not healing.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just go…” she says and quickly turns to leave.
Watching her retreating back I swallow hard, closing my eyes. Fuck, I should just let her go. But this may be the last time I ever get to see her. “Charlie, wait…” I look up again but she’s already gone. Rushing for the open door I see her walking briskly away. I run out after her. “Charlie, wait, come back inside. I’m sorry I was being a dick. You came all this way.” She watches me for a moment, then follows me back to my trailer.
Holding the door open for her, I watch her as she steps up inside. She’s as beautiful as ever. Her beautiful blonde hair is longer and looks like she’s added some highlights and layers. She’s still tiny and slim but I can tell she’s put a little weight back on, making her figure perfect the way it used to be. Following her inside, I motion for her to sit down at a small table across from me. Her face has its glow back. Her lip and eyebrow show almost no sign of the damage that was there when I left.
“I thought this would be easier,” she whispers.
“I didn’t…” I state dryly.
Her eyes lock on mine, those beautiful eyes that are currently swirling with emotion. I have to control my frantic heart from racing and my traitorous cock from swelling. “Listen, Wyatt, I’m well aware of your dislike for me. I only came to give you your things back and to apologize,” she sighs, reaching into her big purse and pulling out my iPod, a t-shirt and two wrapped gift boxes. As she hands the things over, I catch a glint in the light from her right hand.
I freeze for a moment, then reach out and grab her right hand. She blushes scarlet and quickly pulls it away but not before I notice the pink and white diamond band on her ring
finger. She still wears it. My mouth falls open in astonishment. “You’re wearing my ring,” I mean it as a statement but it comes out more like a question. She stares at me with a mutinous expression on her too perfect face. My lips twitch but I’m able to control my smile. Looking at the items she’s handed me, I stare at the wrapped packages. “What’s this?” I question with a raised brow.
“I won’t see you on your birthday and I’d already purchased them for you. I can’t give them to anyone else because I had them engraved,” she says but looks away. I can see a hint of tears that she quickly blinks away.
“You don’t have to give these to me.”
“You can either open them or not, regardless they’re yours. I think I should go, this was a mistake.” She stands but I reach out to catch her arm. She looks down at my hand, then back at me. I can see her pulse leap in her throat. My touch still affects her. I stare at her with wonder and amazement.
“Stay, I’ll try to stop being such an asshole. Have you eaten? I was about to order a pizza,” I gesture for her to sit back down.
She closes her eyes, then takes several deep breaths before sitting. “Are you going to the wedding?” she asks, changing the subject to a neutral topic.
“I’m the best man so I’d better be there.”
“I’m going to stop tiptoeing around, ok,” she pronounces, squaring her shoulders. I grin at her determination, then nod my agreement. “Are you going to bring someone to the wedding?”
I study her for a minute trying to figure out where she’s going with this. “Is this your way of asking if I’m seeing anyone?”
“No, I just want to be prepared, Wyatt. It’s hard enough to see you like this. Are you seeing someone seriously? I know it’s none of my business but…” I cut her off.
“I’m not seeing anyone seriously. Are you? I heard through the grapevine you’ve been on a few dates with the detective.” I know my omission about Gillian isn’t exactly a lie. I’m not seeing her exclusively and don’t consider our relationship anywhere near serious. “I also saw the video where you two were making out…” I say, arching my brow.
She flushes bright red and her eyes flare. “What are you talking about? What video?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes! We’ve been on a few dates and…”
“I really don’t want the details. Look, we’re adults and we aren’t together anymore. I’ve gone out with several girls...” I trail off because as soon as I see the hurt look in her eyes I want to rip my words back but it’s the truth.
She stands again but sits back down roughly. “I was scared, Wyatt,” she says but pauses. I look at her confused, not knowing what she’s talking about. “That night we broke up. I hit you and was scared at what I was becoming. Dr. Iverson said I needed time and space to work through my issues. He was right about needing time to work through things but he was wrong about needing space from you. When I saw your face bleeding, I wanted to run away and hide from my shame. I felt so much shame.” She looks so desolate that I want to hold her but I also want to hear what she has to say.
She continues but closes her eyes like she is remembering. “Every few hours Tony would come into the room where I was kept. He would say, ‘Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me.’ I would spit in his face or tell him to fuck off. The first day he just beat me and then raped me.” Her lips tremble. I have to grit my teeth trying to keep my composure. “The next day when he came in he had a knife and was smoking. That first time it took him hours before he was finished with me. It got worse after that. The time he gave me this,” she pulls down the front of her shirt to show a still slightly raised pink scar on her chest, “I told him I loved you. That he might as well kill me because I’d never betray you. I silently prayed for death that day.” She stops talking and looks down at her hands. I can see a tear fall from her eyes.
“Why are you still wearing my ring, Charlie?” My question is ridiculous and stupid and I feel like a complete idiot right now but it’s all I can say. It’s not at all what I want to say or do. What I want to say is that I love her so Goddamned much it hurts to think about it. I want to wrap her in my arms and never ever let her go.
She continues talking like I hadn’t spoken. “I hate that I fought for you so hard then, but lost you anyway.” She looks up into my eyes. I can see all of her pain reflected in her face and in her eyes. But she doesn’t answer my question.
We sit in silence for a long time. So many things are running through my mind. I always wanted her to tell me about what happened. But now that she has, I wish she didn’t. I can picture it so vividly, and the details make my stomach heave. The thought of her fighting him so avidly also gives me so much pride. I want to hold her and tell her I’m proud of her, proud of how she’s gotten her life back together. But I can’t seem to make my body work, or my mouth for that matter. “I’m sorry for the rough words I said that night. I was really hurt. Hell, I’m still really hurt” is all I can manage to say at the moment.
“I know and I deserved everything you gave,” she mutters with her head still bowed.
Reaching out, I lift her chin for her to look at me. “So how are things now? You look a lot better. How are you feeling?”
“Better, I still have a nightmare every once in a while but Scott and Darius take turns staying with me those nights. I started running every day with Deputy. Between that and the wedding plans I’ve stayed busy,” she says with a wistful smile.
“That’s great, is it hard? Pushing yourself like that so soon after,” I ask, genuinely curious.
“I guess, I have a higher pain tolerance now,” she chuckles with a wry grin. “I better get going, Wyatt. I’m sure you had dinner plans with someone. I shouldn’t keep you.”
She stands to go but before I know it I’m standing in front of her hauling her body flush with mine. The sensation of having this woman so close to me is more arousing than three naked women together. She gazes up at me and I can see that flicker of arousal in her eyes as well. She starts to breathe heavily and her nipples harden under her thin t-shirt, abrading my chest. I groan and close my eyes, trying to gather my control. “Please, Charlie, don’t go…” I say breathlessly. When I open my eyes I can’t stop myself from kissing her.
Charlie
When Wyatt’s lips touch mine my body melts like it hasn’t done since before the abduction. My knees began to shake and heat pools between my legs. At first he kisses me softly, tender and reverent. When I inhale his deep manly scent, I lift my hands to his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair. He licks across my lips, pressing for me to open to him. At first I hesitate but then open slowly for his tongue to stroke mine. It’s as if an incendiary went off inside, burning me from the inside out. My hands fist in his hair as his arms wrap around me squeezing me almost painfully. Panting, I pull back slightly. “Wyatt,” I moan as he licks his tongue over the pulse point in my neck.
“Jesus” is the only thing he says. He scoops me up, hoisting one leg over his hip, pressing his straining erection tight against my sex. I gasp, giving him the opening to savagely take my mouth again. I don’t realize we’re moving until he presses my back against something. The first surge of panic hits me but is quickly pushed aside when his hand slides underneath my shirt, cupping my breast through the thin lace of my bra. My nipples are painfully hard and when he runs his thumb over one, I cry out in pleasure.
“Yes,” I rasp. The sounds of our tangled bodies and panting breaths are loud in the quiet confines of his trailer. Wyatt roughly pulls at my shirt, then yanks my bra aside, closing his hot mouth over my nipple. He sucks at it long and hard, flicking his tongue over the nipple to the point that I’m rocking against him, seeking the pressure I need from him. He slides his free hand down beneath the back of my jeans until his hand is cupped tightly over my sex. His fingers fumble with the lace of my panties momentarily until he finds my slick heat. He plunges his finger deep inside me, his mouth covering mine, stifling my cry. I whimper aga
inst his lips as his finger pumps in and out of me.
“God, Charlie, I need you,” he rasps against my neck. My shaking hands fumble with his fly, then I impatiently shove them into his pants, grasping his thick erection, pumping my hands up and down his long length. He groans, thrusting his hips into my hands rougher. We‘re a tangle of hands and mouths. The need for each other, the hunger to taste and touch, is burning past any lingering frustrations. This is what I was missing with Ian.
“Ah, Wyatt, I’m going to…” I moan.
“I know, baby, just let go, I got you,” he replies, reverently holding me, alternating between kissing me and suckling at my breasts, his insistent fingers bringing me to the brink of madness. I squeeze his cock tighter, rubbing my thumb across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-come gathering there, using it to lubricate my strokes. As I began to tip over he adds another finger, thrusting deep, making me shatter and scream my orgasm. He shudders, yelling my name as he shoots his hot seed into my hand.
As we stand there shaking, trying to calm our fever pitch, a rap comes at his door. “Wyatt,” a woman’s voice comes from outside the trailer, “are you in there, baby?”
I still completely, biting down on my lips hard. Keeping myself restrained, from what I don’t know, probably from releasing the hurt rising inside of me. But hearing her voice call him baby was like a bucket of cold water dumped over me. I yank my hands from his pants, shoving him roughly away. He stumbles back, causing a loud clatter. I push past him, rushing into the tiny bathroom to quickly rinse my hand and straighten my clothing. Without looking at him I turn to head for the door, where the knocking has become much more insistent.
Wyatt grabs my arm, halting me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Wyatt, Miles told me you were here alone. I thought you might need some company. Come on, baby, let me in,” the female at the door pouts.