by Harper Sloan
The way Charlie responds to my touch so easily is so damn sexy, and for the first time I care more about a woman’s pleasure than my own. Spending the few minutes rewarding her for her patience, I devour her with my mouth, licking, sucking, and biting every so often as my fingers continue their assault, pumping in and out of her, stopping only to press my thumb down on her clit. The way she’s gripping my shoulders as I dive into her sweet center makes me lap at her hungrily, and I can’t get enough.
It only takes a few moments before her nails dig into my skin and I feel her tightening around my fingers. I hear her panting, but I’m too focused on riding the wave of her orgasm with her to look up. When I finally do, I almost lose it. She’s leaning back against the frosted window, eyes closed, back arched as she comes in my mouth. Her nipples are rock hard, and I take one in my hand, pinching down as she continues to come.
“Fuck, fuck oh god, Knox,” she pants with a hushed desperation.
I pull my fingers out of her, giving her one last kiss down south before pulling her back into the water as I settle against the back of the tub. She’s on my lap, and before I can do anything, she straddles me.
Positioning herself so that her entrance is hovering over my erection, she smiles down at me with lust-filled eyes. “If that’s the way you’re going to punish me, I think I’m going to have to start being a very bad girl,” she drawls as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth between her teeth.
Holy fuck, my girl is hot. I’m starting to think of other punishments she might enjoy when she sinks down on me and I immediately lose my train of thought. I usually want full control when it comes to sex, but when Charlie takes charge, I have no problem handing over the reins.
She throws her head back as she begins to move up and down on my cock, slowly at first before she picks up momentum. I’m lifting my hips so my dick slams up into her when she sinks down, our movements in perfect rhythm. Water is once again flowing out of the tub as I continue to slam into her while her hips circle and grind against my groin, both of us desperate for release. I’m so fucking close, but I’m not ready for this to end. The thought of bending her over the counter while I take her from behind is the only reason I’m able to still my movements.
She protests when I lift her off me. It’s not until I step out of the tub and guide her out, leading her to the counter, that she realizes what I intend to do. Looking up at me with hungry eyes, she begins to lower herself to the ground, but I stop her, knowing I’m at risk of coming the moment her tongue touches me.
“Another time, sweetheart,” I say, causing her to glare at me.
“I hate when you say that,” she reminds me, and I smile, thinking of the last time I said those words to her. Damn, that night I never would’ve thought I’d be here months later, Charlie ready and willing to drop to her knees to pleasure me.
I brush my lips over hers before I grab her waist. “I know, baby. But right now, I’d rather be inside your tight pussy instead of your mouth. That is, after I spank that hot little ass.”
A tremor passes through her at my words, and she looks up at me, a hungry gleam in her eyes. “Then why are you still talking? I’m pretty sure you still owe me part of my punishment, Rugged,” she says, and holy fuck, if she doesn’t stop talking, I’m not going to last two seconds when I get inside her. I was caught off guard earlier when she mentioned spanking, but if my girl’s down for it, who am I to disappoint her?
KNOX IS looking down at me as if I’ve just told him I’ve cured cancer and gotten him the world’s greatest Christmas gift. Truthfully, I’m surprised at this newfound boldness, but when I’m with him, I feel like some wanton vixen, ready to let him have his way with me—however he damn well pleases.
The moment he mentioned spanking, I was half hoping he was joking, but the sweet torment from the tub has my body so on fire that I think I’m ready to try new things with him. The thing is, I trust Knox—completely—and I know that no matter what he’ll never hurt me.
Admittedly, I’ve always been a little curious about that kind of stuff, and it’s only increased tenfold since the likes of Christian Grey and James Cavendish hit my Kindle. Drew was never interested when I tried to get him to explore new things. Don’t get me wrong—I definitely have my hard limits. But spanking has been intriguing to me. I’ve been turned on several times when in the ring with Knox, and I have a feeling that his palm coming down on my bare ass will only intensify the way I feel when he’s inside me.
“Ah, I believe you’re right. And since you reminded me when you didn’t have to, you’ll have to be rewarded afterwards,” he tells me as he nibbles on my earlobe, biting down hard as he finishes his sentence.
His hands rest on my shoulders and he gently turns me around. One hand goes down my front where he cups my breast while the other one slides down my back, resting on the small of it. Pushing me forward, he then uses his foot to spread my legs apart as I rest my hands on the counter. For once, I’m glad I’m tall for a girl because once he has me in position, he easily aligns our bodies and takes no time sliding into me. He lifts me on my toes as he drives in deep, thrusting in, out, causing me to wiggle my ass back against him, wanting, needing more.
Slowing his thrusts, he’s barely moving now. He slowly pulls out, until just the tip of him is still inside me.
“Look at me,” he commands in a soft, gruff tone. When I twist to look at him, he shakes his head and points at the mirror over the counter. “No, there.” Placing my hands back on the counter, I do as he says, and the sight before me takes my breath away.
My breasts are pressed against the cool marble countertop, and my hair, initially pinned up, has become undone, tendrils framing my face, which is flushed from the steam of the room—or more likely, from Knox’s endless pleasuring. I look thoroughly fucked, sated, satisfied, but it’s not until I look at Knox behind me that I realize something else. I look happy. And I am. Undeniably, heart-completely-full happy. And it’s because of him, in and out of the bedroom.
My eyes meet his penetrating gaze and I’m unnerved when I see him looking at me with a heated tenderness I’ve never seen. His eyes are dark and filled with desire, and the look alone causes me to shudder in anticipation. A finger traces my spine until he comes to the top of my ass, where he flattens his palm.
“Baby, are you sure?” he asks, eyes not leaving mine.
Slowly, I nod, because it’s true. I want this. I want to feel Knox’s hand bringing me pain at the same time the rest of him is giving me pleasure. He lets out a sigh of relief, and his hand slowly travels down to my left ass cheek as he caresses it. He pulls back, his hand hovering over me. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath, waiting for him to strike. The very moment his hand hits my ass, he slams into me, giving me the ultimate mixture of pain and pleasure. A sharp, stinging pain is coupled with the tingling sensations of his hard cock deep inside me, and pleasure wins out. His hand is quick to move back to my ass, rubbing the spot where his palm hit.
“Sweetheart, open your eyes,” he says, his voice soft. I comply and catch his eyes in the mirror. “You’re so fucking beautiful, but seeing you like this? It’s the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen. Tell me that was okay.”
“Do it again,” I say, letting him know it was more than fine.
Eyes wide, he nearly pulls out again, and this time I watch with fascination as he draws his hand back then brings it down to smack my ass as he buries himself in me simultaneously. The way my ass ripples under his touch fascinates me until he’s bending over, pressed against my back, thrusting wildly into me. He buries his face in my neck, and I can’t stop watching in the mirror as he fucks me relentlessly. It isn’t until he brings his fingers to my clit that I finally tear my gaze away. Closing my eyes, I push back against him, and it’s not long before we’re both crying out, finding release. Slumping on the counter, he pumps one last time, filling me fully.
Kissing my shoulder, he bites down gently before moving up to place a kiss on my chee
k. He pulls out, and I watch as he cleans himself up. When he comes back to me, I haven’t moved as I’m completely spent from our lovemaking. He bends down and places a soft kiss on the spot on my ass that he smacked. Removing his lips, he rubs it gently, and although there’s still a slight stinging feeling, I’d do it all over again. And I plan to.
He gets a damp cloth and wipes between my legs before picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom. Depositing me on the bed, he climbs in and pulls the sheets over us. We’re on our sides, facing each other. As he brushes a loose hair out of my face, his eyes meet mine and I see something in them—something that looks a lot like awe. Like he cherishes me. Almost—not quite, but almost—like love. But it’s way too soon for that. I push the thought away, even though I know that if I really examined my feelings, I’d know I’m already heading down that path. It’s not going to be long before I’m completely head over heels.
“It’s never been like that for me,” he confesses, and without saying it, I know exactly what he means.
“It’s hasn’t for me either, Knox,” I admit, because it’s the truth. What we just experienced was so much more than fucking. It was a bond of trust, respect, and again, not saying the word love, but something that closely resembled it.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’m trying. All I can tell you is I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I can’t get enough of you. I hate when you’re not around. I’m stifled when you’re gone. Like you’re the air I need to breathe, the air I’ve needed my entire life, because until you, I wasn’t whole. I shut everyone out, but you worked your way in, little by little, and now that I have you in my life, I feel like a new man.”
His words penetrate my heart, and I can feel myself barreling down that previously mentioned path.
“Knox, I’ve never felt this way this fast, but I wouldn’t change a minute of it. You’ve made me stronger, let me be myself, and I think all along I was just drifting until I found someone just as stubborn and headstrong as me. Someone who could see the real me and not ask for some compliant Stepford wannabe. I don’t know where this is going, but I know that I can’t imagine my life before this summer, before you.”
He places an arm around my waist and pulls me into him, pressing a kiss on my forehead. “All I know is that you’re in my home, in my bed, and most importantly, Charlie, you’re in my heart. I don’t know where this is going either, but I do know one thing. You aren’t going anywhere.”
My heart is doing backflips at his words, and as we settle into a comfortable silence, I can do nothing but think of the implications of his words. The thought of Knox Wellington in my life permanently is the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep with a huge grin on my face.
THE ALARM goes off way too early, especially after someone decided she wanted a taste of me at two a.m. She’s been insatiable since that night in the tub, and not a day goes by that we don’t spend time together exploring each other’s bodies, getting to know what turns us on, both in and out of the bedroom. Groaning, Charlie leans over me to slap the snooze button on the clock and settles back down on the bed.
Placing my arm around her waist, I pull her in close, and she giggles when I press my hard-on against her ass.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whisper, my breath tickling her ear, causing her to shiver. “We’ve gotta get up so we can get ready.” It’s finally the day of the party, and while part of me is dreading it, I’m ready to get this show on the road.
She rubs her ass up and down my erection, and I’m three seconds away from pushing her on her back, sliding into her warmth, and having my way with her, party be damned. But I’m pretty sure Cohen will kill me if I don’t show up. He was fucking ecstatic when I told him I was coming. I can’t disappoint the only blood brother I still have.
My hands grip her hips, stilling them. Pushing her onto her back, I hover over her, and she grabs my tags. “Come on, Rugged. Just a quickie before we have to hit the road.”
As tempting as that sounds, the earlier we get to Belle Meade, the better. Leaning down to place a kiss on her lips, I push off the bed. “Rain check, baby, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” Her eyes light up when I give her a playful spank.
Ever since that night in the bathroom, she’s been craving it, but I’ve been saving it up until she begs for it. Something in our relationship shifted that night. I know spanking doesn’t seem like much, but the way she trusted me to be the first person to do it to her, hard enough to sting, awakened something in my heart, and I can feel myself starting to fall for her.
Two hours later, I’m pacing the living room floor, waiting for Charlie to come out of the bedroom. She tried to go back to her own room after that first weekend together, but there was no way I was spending my days filled with her only to spend my nights in separate rooms. Every night I picked her up and placed her in my bed. By day three she stopped fighting me, and we’ve been sharing my room ever since.
“Babe, are you almost ready?!” I yell down the hall, looking at my watch and knowing we need to leave.
“I don’t know what to freaking wear!” she screeches, a tone I’ve never heard from my cool, collected Charlie. Heading down the hall, I find her frantically throwing clothes out of the closet. She’s standing there in nothing but a thong and a strapless bra, and I swear, visions of spanking that tight, toned ass cross my mind.
“Charlie, it’s not that big of a deal. Just wear whatever.”
Her back is still to me when she freaks out. “Wear whatever?! Knox, I’m meeting my boyfriend’s family for the first time! I can’t ‘wear whatever!’”
Walking up behind her, I slide my hands down her arms, grabbing her hands. Leaning down, I kiss her neck. “Sweetheart, whatever you choose will be perfect. What you wear doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re with me.”
She turns around and loops her arms around my neck. “Three months ago, I’d be laughing at myself for thinking this, but you’re the sweetest man I know. You always know what to say,” she tells me, stretching up to place a kiss on my lips.
“Don’t tell anyone. I’d hate for my reputation to be ruined.” I grin at her, and when she steps back, her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me.
“Oh my god. Are you freaking kidding me?” she says, staring at me.
Looking down, I’m not really sure what the big deal is. I’m wearing black dress slacks with a light green button-up tucked in at the waist. It’s going to be warm, so I’ve rolled the sleeves halfway up my forearm, but I did decide to complete the look with a matching green tie. I have to admit, it’s been a long damn time since I’ve dressed up in anything other than my dress greens, and I think I look pretty damn good.
“What?” I ask, not sure what her deal is.
Waving her arm up and down at me, I can’t help but watch the way her breasts move with each arm gesture. “This. You. All dressed up and sexy. I swear, I didn’t think I could get enough of you when you’re lounging around in nothing but basketball shorts, but then I saw in your uniform and I thought I was going to have to tear off your ACUs so I could push you down on the bed and ride you. Now you walk in all sweet and sexy, looking like a freaking GQ model? Is there anything you don’t look good in? It’s annoying. I mean, I love that my boyfriend is so freaking gorgeous, but still… Can’t you have a bad hair day or something?” she huffs, finally stopping to catch a breath.
Chuckling, I pull her back into me. “I’ll wear whatever you want me to if it turns you on. But, sweetheart, I promise you, I’m not into fashion. Anything you wear—or don’t wear for that matter—means nothing to me. When I wake up with you in the morning and you’re half drooling out the side of your mouth, you’re beautiful to me. When you get all done up for work and I want to rip the pencil skirt off you, you’re gorgeous. When you walk in the door and barely give me a kiss before you change into your pajamas, you’re astonishing, and it takes everything in me not to follow you to the bedroom to show you how much yo
u mean to me.” I pause, brushing her bangs out of her face. “Charlie, it doesn’t matter what you look like, because when it all boils down to it, day after day you show me your heart, and it’s the most goddamn beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I pray to God that I’ll be worthy of having it for as long as you want me.” Holy fuck. I have no idea where this inner sap is coming from. All I know is that I mean every word.
We’re both silent for a moment, and then she pushes me back until I fall against the bed. Straddling me, she goes for my tie, trying to loosen it, and as much as I want her wild in bed, I have to muster up every single bit of strength to lift up and move her off me. I don’t miss the cute pout that spreads across her face.
“Come on, babe. We’ve got to leave. You’ll look perfect in anything you wear, I promise you,” I tell her, placing a kiss on her forehead and leaving the room, hoping to cool my jets and calm my dick. Trust me, I’d rather spend the day wrapped up in bed with her instead of going back to my roots. I feel a little like I’m going against the firing squad. I barely made it out of there in one piece the first time, and I can admit that I’m nervous about seeing my parents again. And Branson. I have no idea if we’ll ever be brothers again, but I guess it’s time I find out.
When Charlie finally emerges from the bedroom, she looks gorgeous as hell. She still looks like my girl, and I’m so grateful for it. I already feel like an imposter in this tie, but the way she looked at me when she saw it made wearing it worth it. She’s wearing a dark green sundress, kind of like the brown one she wore on our first non-date. There’s a sash around her waist, the light green color matching my tie. Her breasts look full and firm, and I almost want to tell her to go cover up. I don’t bother because I know she’d just fight me on it. The dress falls to mid-thigh, and I can see the ripple of her quads as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a pair of brown heels, and when she reaches me, she’s only a couple of inches shorter. I love it.