by Remy Blake
In my mind, I shouted Charlie’s name as she swallowed down every fucking drop I had for her.
7
Charlotte
I throw the blankets off my body in frustration. For the third night in a row, like a teenage boy, my hands are down my pants, while I think of Lucas. His lips. His tongue. I’m even at the point of imagining what his cock looks like and how it would feel to have him inside of me. No contact with him means my life should return to exactly how it was before Geoffrey died. Quiet and uneventful. But I can’t shake the thought of him. No matter how hard I try, it’s like he’s flipped a switch inside me and I’m so damn horny all the time. Maybe it’s my body’s way of subconsciously telling me I don’t ‘belong’ to Geoffrey anymore. Whatever it is, I need an actual body to help me release the tension. I grab my phone from the nightstand and text someone who’s always available for me.
Me: Meet me at the usual?
Ryan: See you in an hour.
Sex with Geoffrey was nonexistent, and after our private separation, the contract I signed stated I had to be discreet with anyone I had sex with. Nobody could ever find out that we were not a happily married couple. If anyone did find out and it was my fault, I would be out on my ass. I didn’t marry him for money, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to settle for anything less than his millions after the hand of heartbreak he dealt me. Going to the attorney tomorrow means I might finally be able to rid myself of the Rockwell mask. Start fresh and take my life back. Getting myself out of bed, I head to the bathroom and get ready to meet Ryan. Hopefully the next time I’m alone in my room, my mind will be Lucas free and my body will be undoubtedly satisfied.
The knock on the hotel door has me running to open it. There with a bottle of my favorite wine is Ryan. We’ve been friends with benefits forever and friends for even longer. If it wasn’t for him, there was no way I would’ve survived the whole Geoffrey ordeal; he’s everything I need. A proud manwhore himself, our setup is perfect. I grab his hand and drag him inside.
“Woah, baby girl. Horny much?”
“You have no idea,” I respond.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I push Ryan so he lands on his back and start to take off my top. As I lift it over my head, I feel hands and lips on my stomach. “While I love your excitement,” he says in between kisses, “you know I call the shots in here; nothing’s changed.”
He undoes the button and pulls down the zipper on my jeans. He pulls back and lifts his eyes up to meet mine. “No panties? Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Charlotte?”
“Please Ry,” I plead, “I’ll explain later. I just need a distraction.”
He pulls my jeans down and I step out of them immediately. Giving my ass cheeks a firm squeeze, he winks. “Your wish is my command.”
In one split second, he stands up and pushes me back onto the bed. Taking a condom out of his back pocket, he flicks it in my direction and it lands next to me. Removing his clothes, his naked body is on display in front of me. With a physique that most women would dream to have unlimited access to, Ryan has never failed at turning me on. He has no problem hitting all the right spots. Ryan picks up on the fact that foreplay isn’t needed. Dragging my body to the edge of the bed, he takes the condom from my hand. Ripping it open, he quickly sheaths his cock, and positions himself above me. With every touch, every kiss and every thrust, I climb higher; desperate for release. I cling to Ryan and try to focus on only him, but as he reaches down to rub my clit and bring me to release; Lucas is all I see.
Lying next to Ryan, I realize my attempt to forget Lucas, has done the complete opposite. Being in the moment with Ryan has never been an issue, but after a few hours with Lucas Rockwell, my intrigue is at an all-time high. He’s Geoffrey's son, and there’s a really good chance he’s younger than he looks. Seeking him out would be the worst decision I have ever made. Right up there with marrying Geoffrey.
“So, want to tell me what that was all about?” Ryan asks, bringing me back to reality.
“What do you mean?”
“Charlotte, we’ve been having sex for years now, and two things have always been the same,” he states.
“One, you never go commando. Two, you always need foreplay.” I stare at him without saying a word so he continues, “I would also like to point out, that I’m slightly offended you were thinking about some guy called Lucas when my dick was inside you,” he finishes.
“What? Who said anything about Lucas?”
“You did. Right in my ear, when your pussy was clenching down on my cock and your nails were digging into my back.”
“Fuuuuuccckk.” I bury my head in my hands. This is way worse than I thought it could be. “Look, can we just go to sleep and talk about it in the morning? I’ve got to see the attorney at ten, but we can wake up early and have breakfast before I go home and get ready.”
“Actually, I’ve gotta go.” He gets up and starts putting his clothes back on. “You know I have to take Georgia to school every Thursday.”
“Oh, shit. I forgot.” Georgia is Ryan’s six-year-old daughter. She lives with her mom, but Ryan is still a very hands on dad.
He leans down, kisses my forehead and walks toward the door. Glancing back at me one last time, he smiles. “We’ll catch up soon, okay? Good luck tomorrow,” he shouts, just as the door slams and once again I’m alone and thinking about Lucas.
Disorientated, I wake up and realize I wasn’t dreaming about my cell phone ringing. Soon enough I remember that I’m in the hotel and launch myself out of bed toward the ringing sound. I pull out my cell from the bottom of my clutch and see it’s ten forty five a.m. and I have four missed calls from Mr. Lenton, the attorney. Shit, I’m late.
Jumping in the shower and washing off the smell of sex, I know attending this meeting in black skinny leg jeans and a casual long sleeve fitted top won’t be my finest moment, but going home isn’t an option. I wash and dry my hair until it hangs in loose curls down my back. Grateful I always carry my makeup bag with me, I apply some mascara and lip-gloss, and hope I look somewhat decent.
In record time, I find myself following the receptionist into a conference room where Mr. Lenton is waiting. As she pushes on the glass door and moves to the side to let me walk through, I realize Mr. Lenton isn’t the only one who’s been waiting. Leaning back on the recliner chair like he owns the place, is Lucas Rockwell.
With the appearance of his signature smirk, and a wink, he looks me up and down before making eye contact.
“Nice of you to make it, Charlie.”
Fuck.
8
Lucas
“I’m so sorry I’m late. My alarm malfunctioned,” she quickly explains.
One more glance at my cellphone confirms how late Charlotte is for the meeting with my father’s attorney. My stomach has been in knots all morning. I don’t know if it was based on worry about the reading of the will or if it had more to do with the thought of seeing her again.
She looks a little rough around the edges and her clothing is wrinkled. She has a much more natural look to her this morning. I like this side of her. Unkempt Charlie is hot. I’d like to mess her up some more. It looks like she could be wearing yesterday’s clothing. My eyes repeatedly roam over her from head to toe. Was she out with some guy last night? The thought of her with someone else has my fists clenching.
“Charlotte, please have a seat.” Mr. Lenton gestures to the chair next to mine. As she glides by me, I catch the subtle floral scent of her perfume and it reminds me of what happened with us in the limo. Was that only three days ago? It seems like it was much longer. In my mind, it’s been ages since I’ve had my hands on her.
She sits down, perching on the edge of the seat as if she’s ready to run off without a moment’s notice. Her legs are crossed at the ankle, her hands folded primly in her lap. I bet those graceful hands would feel amazing wrapped around my cock. Fuck. I have to stop having these thoughts about her.
I pinch the bridge o
f my nose and think about the events of last few nights. My plan to forget about her didn’t go as I had intended. Having Ronnie’s lips around my cock only backfired, making me think of Charlie more.
The restless night’s sleep after I returned home was all her fault. She won’t leave my fucking mind, not even in my dreams. Her flashing blue eyes and pouting lips haunted me that entire night and continue to do so every night since. Each morning I wake up holding my painfully hard dick in my hand. I have to jerk off to get some relief - temporary relief, that is. The only permanent cure for this problem would be to bury myself inside her pussy and stay there forever.
The sound of a throat clearing has me lifting my head. Mr. Lenton slides his wire rimmed glasses on and begins to speak.
“Charlotte, you asked me to break everything down and print it out for you to see. Here’s a copy for you.” He holds a packet out for her. As she reaches across the desk I notice the red shine of her nail polish and it brings back the memory of the morning of the funeral, when I saw her red, slick lips for the first time. I feel a punch of need in my stomach and I fight to stifle it. This is not the time or the place to get a hard on. I’m at the reading of my father’s will, for God’s sake. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Here you go, Lucas.” My eyes flick from Charlotte sitting beside me to Mr. Lenton across from me on the other side of the desk. I take the packet from him and notice there are multiple pages stapled neatly together. My eyes move down the column of holdings listed, noticing beside each one that Charlotte is listed as the beneficiary. I flip the pages one at a time, my eyes rapidly scanning for any sign of my name, but all I see is hers. When I come to the end I finally notice my name listed next to my father’s New York City penthouse and the sum of five million dollars. I fling the packet across the room frisbee style and jump to my feet.
“This is bullshit!” I shout. “I’m his only child and he didn’t leave me any stake in the family business.” My voice cracks on the last word. I close my eyes and try to put the Rockwell mask back on, but this is too much. The family business is all I have left of my father. My plan for the future, us working side by side, can never happen now. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let someone else have his legacy. After all the events of the past few days, this is the final thing to push me over the edge. “I want to contest the will,” I spit the words out between clenched teeth. “She was his wife for a couple of years.” I point at Charlotte. Her eyes are huge like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m his son and rightful heir.” I pound on my chest, “I’m not letting anyone else have my birthright.”
Mr. Lenton holds up a hand trying to placate me. “Calm down Lucas. Let’s talk about the considerable sum of money your father left you. Most people would be thrilled with that.”
A bitter laugh escapes me. “I’m not most people. How do I go about contesting his will?”
“I’ll tell you what,” Mr. Lenton interrupts, “Why don’t we call it a day and you can take the packets home and look them over. Let’s reschedule for some time next week. My secretary will be in touch with both of you.”
I can’t believe this asshole is dismissing us. “This is bullshit. I want answers by the end of the week.” I rake both hands through my hair overcome with frustration and hurt by the revelations of this meeting. My feet pound into the hardwood floor with each step I take. I need to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret.
Once I’m out of his office I race down the hallway and into the reception area. I ignore the curious looks from the secretary and bust out of the front doors. My hands close into fists, squeezing tight and then opening again as I pace back and forth in front of the building. My mind is racing with thoughts, and I’m not sure what to do next. My breathing is labored; I try to calm myself down. I’ve never been so heated in my entire life. I want to hit something so bad. I don’t know how to deal with all this rage.
“Lucas,” Charlotte calls my name. Goddammit. She’s the last person I want to be near right now. I stand with my back to her and pray she goes away.
“Lucas.” This time her sexy voice comes from right behind me. I close my eyes and roll my neck to ease the tension. I have a tenuous grasp on my control right now.
Her hand on my bicep has me spinning around. One look at her sinful mouth, and I know what I want to do with all this rage. I tug her to me, gripping her upper arms tight. I back her into the alcove surrounding the entrance to the nearest building. Once she’s against the brick wall I slam my mouth down on hers. Swallowing her gasp of surprise, I plunge my tongue between her lips while my hands move up to cup her tits. She moans into my mouth and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. She has my dick instantly hard. I rub my thumbs over her nipples as our tongues battle it out. My hands slide down her ribs, moving over her hips to cup her full ass. I lift her up into my arms and her long legs wrap around my hips. I push my cock into her center and grind against her. When she slides her fingers in my hair, tugging on it, I know she’s enjoying this as much as I am. Our mouths remain connected, both of us afraid to stop, because the moment we do sanity will return and with it comes regret. I lick along the generous curve of her bottom lip and then bite on it. I want to know what that lip would feel like underneath my cock as I slide it back and forth in her mouth. Fuck.
“Ahem,” someone clears their throat. Go away dude. We’re a little busy here. I keep kissing and grinding into Charlie and ignore the guy standing there.
“Excuse me,” he pauses and then continues, “I need to get inside.” My hands lower her until her feet are on the ground, but our lips stay connected until the last possible second. Neither one of us wants to be the first one to pull away and let reality seep back in.
“Guys, I hate to break this up, but I need to get inside,” he mentions again.
I reluctantly pull my lips from hers knowing this might be the only time they’ll ever be this close to hers. My eyes open to find an annoyed middle aged man standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. I glance at Charlie. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink with passion and her lips are swollen from our kisses. I want to see her beneath me in bed with that same flush from having my cock inside her.
I take her hand and pull her back onto the sidewalk while I scan the immediate area for her limo. It’s parked along the curb in front of the lawyer’s building. We walk in silence with our hands clasped together until we’re standing beside the rear door. The driver gets out but I wave him off and open the door for her. She moves to get in but then pauses, staring up at me. Her blue eyes are filled with confusion. I know she must see the same emotion in mine. I don’t know what to do about my attraction to her anymore.
What are we doing? This is insane. She’s my stepmother. I was raised better than this. My father might not have been all I wanted him to be, but he taught me right from wrong - this is wrong. Thinking about my father is like having a cold bucket of water dumped on me. I let her hand fall from mine and shutter the emotion from my eyes. I’m a Rockwell, and I always will be. I have to do right by my father and fucking around with his wife is so wrong.
“Get in the car, Charlotte.” My voice is crisp and cool. I see a flicker of surprise in her eyes, and then it’s replaced by anger. She climbs into the limo, her ass sticking up in the air, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from chasing her inside.
Once she’s comfortably seated she looks at me with frosty blue eyes. “Goodbye, Lucas.” She faces straight ahead, dismissing me. I take the hint, closing her in the long black car. I back away and picture her flipping me the bird on the other side of the dark tinted glass as the vehicle pulls away.
I shake my head. I’m disgusted with myself for my lack of control, but if I could do it all over again I wouldn’t change a single thing - except I’d be in the limo with her right now, finishing what we started.
9
Charlotte
The mask slips as soon as the limo takes off, Lucas’ dismissive tone forgotten
. Nothing would compare to the memory of what just happened, knowing how his hands feel all over my body. Running the tips of my fingers over my lips, I can still feel Lucas’ mouth on mine. His anger mixed with my desperation was all we needed to give into one another. Every stroke of his tongue against mine was like striking a match. The pressure of his body pushing me into the brick wall, shamelessly grinding against one another in public. The feel of his cock pressing on just the right spot. I should be disgusted at the way he switched from hot to cold, making me feel inconsequential, but all I want is more. More is dangerous. More is wrong, but more is all I can think about.
I should be focused on how much pent up anger Lucas had toward me when he read the details of the will. But sitting in that office brought back familiar feelings of surprise and helplessness that had me empathizing with Lucas. It felt eerily similar to the last time Geoffrey tried to buy my silence. I don’t know how Lucas has lived, but if the outburst was anything to go by then money is the only thing Geoffrey has provided for him, and in death Lucas expected no different.
There must be a quick solution. He doesn’t need to contest the will; I will gladly give it all to him. Geoffrey's death means I can forget the last few years happened, and the quicker I can settle the details of the will, the quicker Lucas will be out of my life. I grab my cell phone out of my bag and call Mr. Lenton. I’ll tell him to inform Lucas he can have it. The next time I’ll be in that office will be to sign it all over to him.
“Mr. Lenton’s office, how can I help you?”
“This is Mrs. Rockwell, I need to speak to Mr. Lenton urgently.”
There are many perks to being a Rockwell. Getting your every demand met is one of them.
“Mrs. Rockwell, how can I help you?” Mr. Lenton asks.