“Did you want to get kicked out of the program?” I snapped, begging her not to ask any more questions.
“No, but if I deserved to be kicked out…”
I cut her off. “You didn’t. What you deserved was to be in an environment that was nurturing, and I did not provide that.”
I saw the worry run throughout her face as she pieced the puzzle together. “Did you tell your father… about…?”
“He knew.”
She sucked in air. “Oh God.”
“Hannah…” I tried to calm her.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” She looked straight into my eyes. “How long did he know?”
I almost laughed. “Apparently he’s known for awhile.”
Hannah jumped up from my lap and began pacing around the room. “Gross. Gross.” She shook out her hands as if she was trying to get the grossness off of her.
“Thanks.” I joked, knowing- or rather hoping- that she wasn’t calling me, specifically, ‘gross’.
“Did he tell my mom?” She stopped pacing.
I shrugged, really wanting to move past all this. “I don’t know. We didn’t have that conversation.”
Her voice raised a few decibels. “Then what conversation did you have, Charlie?”
I began to get irritated by her frustration. “God, I don’t know. It was a while ago. A lot of things have happened since then. Stop it with the third degree, will you?”
We stood there for a few moments in silence, just staring at each other. She made me crazy. Sometimes I really hated her. How was she getting so worked up over something so silly? Who the fuck cared that my dad knew we screwed around? Did she really think we were going to be able to hide that from our parents until the end of forever? Fuck that.
She rubbed her palm against her face. “This is all your fault. You know that, right?”
I shook my head, almost giving up. “What’s all my fault, Hannah?”
“You tricked me. You tried to get in my head so that I wouldn’t be able to get through this course.” She stood there, literally pointing her finger at me.
“You got through the course, Hannah. You outsmarted me.” I pointed back, showing her the ridiculousness of her accusations.
“But… but.” She was extremely worked up. “Had it not been for you, I could focus on what I need to do. You and your stupid… stupid…”
I had to make a joke of it. “My stupid… what? What about me is stupid, my dear.”
She just about jumped in the air at my pet name. “Don’t call me your dear. I am not yours. I am my own person, and I plan to stay my own person. I don’t need you to tell me what I can and cannot do. Do you understand that, Charlie Madison?”
I silently stood to my feet, took two steps forward and grabbed her hand.
“What are you doing?” She resisted.
“Taking you to the bedroom.” I calmly replied without turning around.
Hannah snatched her hand away. “What the fuck?”
“Oh come on.” I reached back out to her. “Aren’t you horny? God you’ve been yelling at me forever. There’s a much, much better way to release all that energy, you know? Just take it out on my cock.” And then I gave her a boyish smile.
“You fuckhead.” She stared at me in disbelief.
I didn’t understand why she was fighting it. She was totally turned on; I could see her nipples pushing through her shirt. And we were in Georgia. It’s not like she was cold. She obviously needed some release. I was just offering her exactly that. There was no reason to bite my head off. Or to call me ‘fuckhead’.
“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me.” I offered her the out, knowing full well she wouldn’t take it.
“I don’t want to fuck you.”
Well, I certainly misjudged that situation.
I shrugged, trying desperately not to look hurt. “Then say what you came here to say and get out.”
She looked away from me and instead to the empty street on the other side of the window.
“Well fuck it, Hannah.” I jumped in. “Then I’ll say it.” I scratched at the stubble on my face, trying to talk myself out of what I was about to do, even though I knew I was already too deep in. “I fucking love you. Are you happy?” She didn’t reply, so I kept on. “I don’t want to love you. I’ve tried not loving you. I’ve tried making you hate me, hoping that without your emotional response, I’d be able to stop loving you. But it isn’t fucking working. I can’t stop thinking about you. All the Goddam time. You’re always in my head. And of course I jumped out of that fucking helicopter, because if you didn’t survive that fall, I wouldn’t survive this life.” I shook my head, knowing I said way too much. “So there you have it. I hope you feel good about yourself.”
I held there, and I’m sure my heart stopped beating. After a moment too long, she walked past me. My heart ached in my chest as my eyes followed her. Her long, delicate fingers slid against the wall until she made it to the doorway, where she turned around and looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you coming?”
Hell yes, I was coming.
Chapter Five
Hannah
I don’t know what came over me. I was doing so well. I had practically rid him from my thoughts.
That’s a bold faced lie, though I chose to believe it was true.
And yet, here I was, summoning him into his bedroom. But how could I not?
After what he had just said to me…
After how I felt about him…
After knowing how much I wanted to be touched by him again…
Sure, I felt guilty. Danny had done nothing wrong. He was a good man, and had I been smart, or even thinking clearly, I would have chosen him. I would have stopped Charlie in his tracks and told him that he needed to lay his emotional garbage on someone who gave a shit.
The problem was, I really did give a shit. I gave all the shits. And he had me practically crying by the end of his little speech. No one had ever spoken to me that way. No one had ever cared about me like that. To completely open himself up to the possibility of rejection just to be able to tell me that he loved me… well, it was hot.
And I was bothered.
And maybe I just needed to get him out of my system. Our little ‘breakup’ had been so abrupt that it didn’t sit right with me. Maybe I just needed one more romp in the sack before I bid him ado.
Though, if he was going to keep saying things like that, it was going to be much harder to simply say goodbye.
Ugh, why was this so not easy?
“Are you coming?” I gave him a half smile before turning into the bedroom.
I heard him clear his throat behind me. “I’m… I’m coming.”
I waited for him on the other side of the doorway, but as soon as he emerged, I pounced, pushing him up against the wall. I tried to be careful with him, as I was sure he was still hurting, but I just wanted his body to encompass mine. I wanted him inside of me.
Now.
Maintaining my place of power, I kept him pinned to the wall while I slowly maneuvered my way down. I hummed as I kissed his stomach, tickling him with my tongue. My eyes glued to his, I slowly unbuckled his belt, allowing both ends to fall to the sides before I turned my focus to the line of buttons.
“You don’t like to make this easy for me, do you?” I glared up at him, all in good fun.
He ran his fingers through my hair as I moaned, landing his hand underneath my chin. “I like watching you work.”
So I worked. Slowly, almost painfully, I slid each button through its hole. I let the heel of my hand graze his ever-growing girth, as I moved lower and lower, button by button. When I finally found my way to the bottom, I slipped my hand under the denim and pulled him to freedom. I missed him. I yearned for him. And I showed him that by filling my mouth with him. I started with kisses, wanting to taste every part of his length. My tongue skimmed the underside of his beautiful cock, teasing him in all the right places. I took just the tip in my mouth,
suckling around his rim. He tried to push his pelvis forward, hoping he’d dive deeper, but I was in control, and he wasn’t going to get that kind of satisfaction just yet. My hand cupped his tight balls and then moved to his staff. I pulled up and pushed down, following my mouth with my hand and then my hand with my mouth. Charlie grabbed the back of my head as he arched deeper into me. This time, I allowed it. I looked up at him as I twirled my tongue around him. He was staring down at me, with both a sense of exhilaration and another look of respect hiding in his eyes. We were connecting. I felt connected.
“Come here.” He pulled me up to him. “I want to fuck you.”
There was a passion in his eyes that I had never seen before. There was yearning, power, but also love. It was a lot to take in at once, which only made the ecstasy that much more real.
I climbed to my tiptoes and whispered in his ears. “How do you want to fuck me, Charlie?”
“God woman,” he pushed his hips against mine, “do you see what you do to me?”
I tickled my fingers against his jaw. “I can certainly feel it.”
He pushed me back a few steps, admiring me from head to toe. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded without blinking his eyes.
“Okay.” I shrugged, beginning to strip down.
But he stopped me. “Not like that.” He tilted his head to the side. “Slow.”
Oh, he wanted a strip tease. I could do that.
“Sit down on the bed.” I guided him from the wall and to the bed before taking the stage before him. “Is this what you want to see?”
I teasingly grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted up, only revealing the top curve of my hip.
“You want more, Charlie Madison?”
His eyes burned into me. “I want so much more.”
Chapter Six
Charlie
I was so fucking hard and, even with my injury, would have had no problem tossing her over my shoulder, throwing her on the bed, and ravaging her. But I wanted to watch the show.
After revealing just the line of her hip, she dropped the hem of her shirt back down, and went for the button on her tight black jeans. Without breaking eye contact, she popped open the snap and slowly tugged on her zipper. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as she slid the taut fabric over her curvy hips. Her panties were little lace shorts, revealing just the underside of her tight ass. They were bright red. The color made me yearn. The almost see-through nature of the lace made me thicken at the thought of her.
As she stepped out of her jeans, I had a brief flashback to the first night we fucked. Oh God, I often wondered had I known the trouble this woman would get me into, if I would have went through with it. But seeing her standing there, half naked, in front of me, there was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t have had a second thought. How could I pass up the possibility to be inside of her?
She turned around, letting me focus on her ass, and lifted her shirt up and over her shoulders. She was wearing a matching, thin, laced bra. And she was making it very difficult for me to stay seated. Hannah peeked back at me, over her shoulder, turning just enough that I could see her erect nipple poking through the lace. I wanted to put it in my mouth. And suck. Hard. I wanted to make her scream just by fondling her tits.
“You match.” I pointed out.
She quickly glanced down at her lingerie, though it was just for effect. I knew she was aware of what she was wearing under her clothes. “Oh, look at that.”
I couldn’t help my boyish smile. “It’s almost like you knew you were going to come here and put on a show for me.”
“Well,” she shrugged, turning around to face me. “Always be prepared, huh?”
“Come here.” I suddenly felt very serious as I beckoned her to me.
“You don’t want to watch any more?” She questioned, still playing the game.
“I can’t.” I swallowed hard. “Now I need to feel.”
She took just enough steps toward me that I could reach out and pull her the rest of the way into me. I cradled her between my legs as she stood before me, wrapped my hands around the small of her back, and just admired the beauty before me.
“Don’t move, okay?” I whispered, not wanting to take my eyes off of her.
She nodded before repeating me. “Okay.”
I kissed the curves of her belly over and over again. I nuzzled into her breasts, pushing them free from the thin layer of lace with nothing more than my cheeks. I grabbed one in my mouth, and then the other. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, begging for it to tighten harder and harder. Her head kicked back at my pull, which only made me take her deeper into my mouth. I sucked on one while I twisted the other between my fingers. Her cries echoed throughout my bedroom, making her grow louder and louder.
I kept sucking, but released my fingers, trailing them across the lace, along her curves, and finally slipping them under the line of her panties. I pushed hard against her clit before curling my finger inside of her. She yelped, out of combined shock and pleasure as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper within her. I switched my mouth to her other nipple, not wanting to leave that one wanting, as I used the heel of my hand to graze and rub her clit.
“Charlie… I’m… I’m going to…” She moaned.
I stopped sucking to assure her. “Good. Go ahead, baby. Scream for me.”
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers before she collapsed into me with labored breath.
“Oh no, honey.” I rolled her onto her back. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
I stood in front of her, grabbing a pillow to place under her hips, and pulled the red lace panties to the ground. My cock was still very hard, so I just slipped my pants down a bit to allow it the full freedom of finding its target. Her plump pussy was there, waiting for me to take it.
“I want your taste in my mouth.” I whispered before lowering my lips to her wetness. She tasted sweet and tart, all at the same time. I opened her up with my fingers, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her. I sucked at her taste, rolling my tongue around my mouth so she stayed with me.
She was mine. All mine. That was for damn sure.
“Now I will take you.” I growled as I pushed my dick inside of her, feeling her open up around me.
She screamed as my length dove deeper and deeper into her with each push. I was so turned on that I could have easily come at any moment, but I tried to slow the pace in order to make it last longer.
I also wanted to make her come again. I took my thumb in my mouth, licked it, and lowered it to her clit, rubbing her sweet spot while she moaned.
“That’s so fucking sexy.” She cried, trying to keep it together.
“What?” I smiled. “My thumb on your clit?”
“How you do it.” She corrected me.
“Go on.” I enticed, wanting to hear what I did that was ‘sexy’.
“It’s the same way every time.” She moaned between small screams of pleasure. “When you’re inside of me, but want to rub my clit, you look down, turn your thumb kind of sideways, place it to your mouth, touch it with your tongue, and then surround your thumb with your lips. It’s so delicate, precise…” She cried out as I pushed faster in and out of her. “And God-awfully sexy.”
There was something about her describing our sex to me as we were doing it… it pushed me overboard. I collapsed on top of her, releasing my seed into her, filling her with me. It felt natural, easy, freeing.
She held me inside of her as she finished herself, and then we stayed there, holding each other until I finally rolled over and fell next to her. I wrapped my fingers in hers and we both silently stared at the ceiling. There was nothing that needed to be said. It was all understood.
But it definitely didn’t hurt when she squeezed my hand and uttered, “I love you too, Charlie.”
With a smile, I closed my eyes. “I know.” I just about fell asleep, but not before asking one simple request: “Run away with me. Let’s forget about the Army and our pa
rents and all the stupid obligations we think we have. We only need us.”
I had said all I could say. I felt free.
And I was asleep before I could hear her answer.
Chapter Seven
Hannah
“You’re late.” Amanda hopped into the passenger seat of my car.
“Sorry, I lost track of—.” I started to give a random excuse but Amanda cut me off.
“And you smell like sex.” She buckled her seatbelt. “Did you and Danny have a little goodbye quickie?”
“Um.” I froze. I don’t know why, but I just sat there like a frozen Popsicle.
“Oh my God, you went to see Charlie.” A giant smile spread across her face as though she was some sort of journalist who had just stumbled on the greatest story of her life.
“Stop… knowing things!” I was a bit frustrated that before I even got a chance to get out a complete sentence, she had already uncovered my little secret.
“Ahh!” She screamed too loud for my car. “Tell me everything!”
As it was still very fresh in my mind, I did just that. She added in a few “mmm hmms” and “yeah ums” just to let me know she was still enveloped in my story, but she really didn’t need to. It was obvious by her body language that she was hanging on my every word.
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