by C. A. Harms
Instead of agreeing, Charlie just shrugged and stayed busy.
“Megan wanted to go clubbing.”
Well, I’d be lying if I said I was happy to hear that plan. I didn’t like the idea of Charlie in a club, with a bunch of horny assholes, without me there to keep them from fucking with what was mine.
I couldn’t imagine Kole, Radley, or Adam being okay with that, either.
“Clubbing?” I finally asked when she didn’t continue with the conversation.
“Yes, Brock.” She turned to face me. “Clubbing. You know, music, dancing, drinks.”
“I know what clubbing is, smartass.” She smiled, and I tossed the stem of my apple at her. “I’m just surprised the guys are all okay with their girls going to a club without them.”
“Megan is a very determined girl,” she added.
“This I know,” I told her. “But the guys are determined too, and I can’t imagine it went over well when the girls told them of their plans.”
Charlie moved around the counter and came toward me, stopping directly in front of me. “Are you sure that it’s not you with the problem?”
I hooked her waist with the hand that was not holding the apple, pulling her close.
“Do I like the idea of you going without me? No, I don’t,” I told her because I had no reason to lie. “But I’m not gonna stop you.”
That hurt.
Like literally, the words burned my throat.
“Right.” Charlie laughed. “That almost killed you to say, didn’t it?”
The girl knew me well.
“Yeah,” I said, and she laughed.
“Well, nothing has been decided for sure yet.” Charlie placed her arms around my neck, looking up at me. “We are going to a late lunch, early dinner. Lexi said after that, we all had pedicures and manicures scheduled.” She placed a kiss against my jaw. “If after that they decide to go clubbing, then I’ll message you the details. If you just so happen to show up at the same place we end up visiting, then, ya know.” She shrugged.
“You just have to promise me one thing,” she whispered as she kissed my jaw once more.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That if you meet me, you have to dance with me.”
I immediately began shaking me head. “Babe, I don’t.”
She place her finger against my lips to stop me from talking.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll show you how.”
Charlie was without a doubt, a vixen. She knew just how to play me. She knew how to get her way.
But I had a few tricks of my own.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted as she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. Quickly, I turned around and sat her atop the counter behind me.
She didn’t say anything, only watched me as I slowly began to undress her.
Dancing made me nervous; fuck, the last time I tried, I nearly fell on my face. I was more of the stand back and observe kind of guy. I’d been to clubs but never to dance.
This time, though, it would seem I didn’t have a choice. There was no way I would deny Charlie, but I was thinking maybe I should tell her to wear durable shoes. Maybe steel toed if she was smart.
***
It was after nine at night when I walked into my brother’s apartment, and my current place too, even though I’d spent more time at Charlie’s than I had here lately.
He was sitting on the couch, thumbing through the channels. The rate he was changing them indicated he wasn’t actually watching anything specific. It was a tactic he used often.
Nervous energy.
Not sure what it accomplished for him, but more than once I found him channel surfing, and sometimes he wouldn’t even be looking at the television.
“What’s up, man?” I asked as I entered the living room and took a seat at his side.
He offered some type of response that resembled more of a grunt. And being who I was, so caring and compassionate, I chuckled to myself and went in for the kill.
“Heard anything from Natalie?” I’d gained his attention.
He turned to face me, a look of irritation on his face. “No, Brock,” he said irritably. “I haven’t. I’m trying to not let it get to me, but you come here and bring the shit up, then what choice do I have?”
His phone chimed right then, and he hurried to grab it. A look of disappointment covered his mouth as he typed out a quick response and then tossed his phone to the couch cushion beside him.
“Let me guess,” I said with humor. “Kole or Radley?”
“Both,” he mumbled. “Assholes have been playing me all night. Sending me messages over and over, making it real hard to ignore the fact that my wife is out on the town and I’m unaware of what the fuck she’s doing.”
Silence set in over us, and I just sat back and waited for what I knew was coming.
“How the hell are you not climbing the walls?” he finally asked. “Charlie is out and has been for hours. Who knows what they’re up to, and here you sit all smug.”
“I don’t like it any more than you do,” I assured him. I was jonesing for my girl, but I wasn’t going to give him or any of the other guys the satisfaction of knowing that on the inside I was all tied up in knots. “I just handle it much better than you do.”
“Fuck you,” he said and stood up and walked toward the kitchen. I laughed as I watched him grab a beer, pop the top, and drain half the bottle in one large swig.
If he was like this, I could imagine Kole pacing the floor, wearing a path in the carpet.
I’d been here for an hour and of course used every opportunity to torment my brother when my phone chimed with an incoming message.
Charlie: Having a great time.
“Who’s that?” Adam asked, leaning forward on the couch eagerly.
“Oh, it’s just Nat telling me how much fun she’s having without the hovering gorilla.” I looked down at my phone, ignoring the mumbling of some not so nice things coming from my brother. “She said Charlie has been moping around missing me all night.”
“You’re an ass,” he said as he jerked my phone out of my hand.
I laughed as he tapped out a message and tossed it back to me. Seriously, the guy was barely hanging on.
My phone once again vibrated with another message, and it was then that I looked to see what Adam sent.
Adam: Tell my wife that if she doesn’t want me to break something she needs to text me and ease my fucking mind.
I looked up at Adam. “Seriously, man? Break something?” I asked, amused.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Most likely your nose, if you keep giving me shit.”
He was not a happy camper.
I looked back toward my phone, finally reading the response from Charlie.
Charlie: Aww, is somebody grumpy?
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Looks like my girl was enjoying Adam’s irritable state as much as I was.
“What the hell you laughing about?” he asked, attempting to grab for my phone, but I held it closer this time, not giving him the chance. “What did she say?”
“She said she’ll tell Nat after the song is over.” Adam arched a brow. “She doesn’t want to interrupt her and the big guy she’s dancing with. She said they look too cozy to break them up.”
“Motherfu,” Adam grumbled as he looked like he was about to hold true to his earlier words of breaking my nose when his own phone began to chime.
Instead of texting Charlie, I called her instead.
“I told her, Adam. Breathe, dude,” Charlie said in way of greeting.
“It’s me,” I told her.
She let out a relieved sigh. “That guy is insane.” She laughed. “And Kole, oh my god, Lexi had to finally tell him that if he called or texted once more, she was going to leave him unsatisfied and lonely for a month.”
It was then that I heard Adam’s voice carrying in from the kitchen.
“He must have gotten a call from Nat,” I t
old Charlie. “He sounds like he’s pleading his case.”
“I’m surprised I haven’t heard from you since I left earlier.” She was baiting me; I knew that.
“It’s a night out with the girls,” I told her. “What fun would it be if I harassed you the entire night?”
“True,” she added. “But you wasted all this time when you could have been sending me dirty pics or something.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, suddenly intrigued.
“Yeah, really,” she cooed. “Ya know, build up the anticipation of what’s to come later.”
She purposely said the word “come” in a seductive tone. The girl was definitely a vixen.
“I already know what’s to come later,” I told her. “Or should I say who’s to come.”
She remained quiet, but I could almost sense her smile.
“First you, when my face is buried between those milky thighs.” I taunted her, but the problem was I was growing hard just thinking about it. “Then you again when my cock is buried inside you.”
Her sweet little excited pants coming through the phone only enhanced my own excitement.
“Then you’ll come again with me as you ride me, so I can watch your sweet body move.” I had to adjust myself when she made an mmm sound.
“Forget the sexting,” she whispered. “I like this much better.”
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Charlotte
Brock was dirty.
And I loved it.
“You miss me, sweetheart?” he asked.
I could feel the heat build up in my face and neck. I was so turned on, and the drinks I had consumed already were making me feel daring.
‘Yes,” I told him. “And then you go and make me wet and needy, so that’s not helping.
“Oh really?” he asked curiously.
“Yes.” I didn’t pause.
“How wet?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
“Why don’t you come and find out?”
“Are you teasing me with dirty public sex, Charlotte?” Using my full name was a sure sign that he was beyond turned on. I knew I was creating a monster, but it was just too fun to stop.
“Who said I’m teasing?” I taunted him more.
“Where are you?” I could hear him moving around, and I imagined him already on his way to his car.
“Sizzle.” From the sounds of it, Brock was damn near close to sizzling himself.
“I’m on my way,” he told me without giving me a chance to respond.
“Were you talking to the other Nelson brother?”
I looked up just as Natalie sat down in the chair at my side. The poor girl looked exhausted.
“Yeah,” I told her, wondering why she looked so drained suddenly.
“Is Brock as domineering as Adam?” She used her arm to prop up her head as she placed her elbows against the tabletop.
“Just five minutes on the phone with him and I feel like I need a nap,” she said, but I could tell by the smile on her face she loved it. “It actually just made me miss him more; that’s why I didn’t call him any earlier.”
Adam and Natalie were so unbelievably sweet together.
“Same goes for Lexi.” She started again. “She was ready to go home after dinner, but Megan is on a mission, it seems.”
Apparently that mission consisted of proving that just because she was married and a mom, she still had a whole lot of spunky girl left in her.
Did it make me boring that I’d rather be home snuggled on the couch watching a movie in Brock’s arms? Or hell, even curled up in bed with a good book while Brock watched whatever sports news was playing on television.
“If I wasn’t the designated driver, I would so call a cab right now and go home to my brooding gorilla,” she added almost whimsically.
She had it so bad.
“Those Nelson men know how to get our hearts thumping.” Among other things.
“Speaking of Nelson men,” Natalie said, gaining my attention.
I looked up at her, and she pointed over my shoulder, wearing a huge smile on her face. I spun around quickly only to come face to face with a very handsome and by the looks of it eager man.
“Hey, baby,” he said, looking at no one other than me.
“Hi,” I replied, trying to hold back my excitement that he was here. This night just got a whole lot better.
He held his hand out to me, and I didn’t hesitate placing my own in his. I didn’t look back but could hear Natalie giggling as I was led away by Brock.
Before I had time to register what was happening, he had me in the women’s restroom inside a stall. I wanted to focus on the fact that this was so out of character for me, but he gave me no chance.
Brock slid his hands up my thighs, taking my skirt with him, as he hooked the sides of my panties.
Slowly and very erotically, he lowered them down my legs, allowing me to lift one leg at a time and step out of them.
When he stood back up, he took my light pink lacy panties and tucked them into the front pocket of his jeans.
I remained perfectly quiet as I watched him remove a condom from his other pocket and tear it open with his teeth. Unbuckling his jeans, he pulled them down just enough to release his hard cock from the restriction of his boxers.
Within what felt like seconds, he had the condom in place and was gripping my thighs to lift me from the floor.
“This is gonna be hard and fast,” he whispered against my ear, and before I could respond he slammed into me. My back arched, and my head fell back against the stall behind me.
I grabbed his shoulders, trying my best to keep from screaming out in pleasure. It was the idea that here we were only a few feet away from a club full of people and at any moment someone could come in. It was the erotic bliss of the way he was fucking me with abandonment.
He bit the side of my neck, and I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was so close, my legs trembled and my stomach tightened.
“Fuck,” Brock moaned just as I heard the voices of women as they entered the bathroom.
Only that didn’t stop him; he pounded into me over and over.
I came hard, and within seconds, he followed. The idea that we were no longer alone quickly faded.
Both of us fought to regain our composure.
Deep panting breaths as he still held me suspended in the air.
I’d had public sex. The idea of it made me giggle.
“What?” he asked as he pulled out of me and slowly lowered me to the floor on shaky legs.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I confessed.
Brock removed the condom and buckled himself before leaning forward to lower my skirt over my hips. He offered me a sweet kiss and took my hand in his.
“That was the hottest thing I have ever done,” he assured me with a smile.
It had not even crossed my mind that he had not given me back my panties until we were back at the table getting the stink eye from tipsy Megan.
“No way,” Megan pointed at Brock. “This is a girl’s night, no boys allowed.”
“No worries, Meg,” Brock tossed back with a grin. “I just stopped by to service my girl.”
My eyes widened in shock. I couldn’t believe he just announced that. “See you at home, babe.” He kissed me and quickly turned around, walking away.
I was a little embarrassed about the fact they all knew he and I just had sex in the women’s bathroom.
It wasn’t something I could hide now.
“Oh, don’t worry, Charlie.” Natalie reached out and patted my arm. “Don’t be embarrassed. Adam and I did it in his truck in the parking lot during Kole and Lexi’s wedding. Because when the need strikes, you gotta get ya some.”
Sweet innocent Natalie shrugged it off like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Really?” Megan said, her voice a little high pitched. She was obviously excited, and I’m sure it was enhanced by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. “Ra
dley and I had sex on the beach that night too. While everyone was inside dancing and drinking, we were getting freaky in the waves of the ocean. I had sand in some crazy places, but it was so good.”
Somehow this night just became a confess all.
Almost on cue, we all turned to look over at Lexi, waiting for her to share her public sex story.
At first she looked out over the dance floor as if she didn’t feel all of us staring at her. Megan tugged on the side of her hair, and she swatted her hand away.
“Okay, fine.” She rolled her eyes. “At the gym in Kole’s office,” she said.
That wasn’t so bad; at least it was Kole’s private space and less likely a place where anyone could just barge in and catch them in the midst of the action.
Then she surprised us all when she continued.
“And the weight room, the employee’s lounge, the men’s locker room.” Her smile grew wider with each place she announced. “Oh yeah, and the bathroom at Denny’s.”
Oh my word.
They were voyeurs.
“Wait, didn’t Kole get pissed at Brock for him nailing some chick in the men’s locker room at the gym?” Megan asked before covering her mouth quickly and turning her attention back to me.
“Oh shit,” she said, looking genuinely displeased with herself. “I’m so sorry.”
I shrugged, because honestly, what could I do? It was before me.
Granted, the thought of Brock sharing what we just shared with someone else did make my stomach ache in a not so pleasant way.
Chapter Thirty
Brock
I was woken up by a loud screeching noise. Both Romeo and Roxy took off toward the front, barking and growling, ready to tear the shit out of someone.
I saw Charlie stumbling through the front door, attempting to stay upright.
Quickly, I disarmed the alarm and helped her inside before settling in once more.
“Shit, babe,” I said when she looked up at me. When I left her a few hours ago, she was sober, but now she was completely smashed. “You decide to drink a few after I left?”