“You look so serious, Uncle Vaughn.” Nora’s chubby little hands press to my face. And they’re sticky. I’m pretty sure with cake.
“I was just thinking.”
“About Charly?”
Kid is smart for a three-year-old.
“I like her, Uncle Vaughn. She’s really pretty and funny.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“I think you should marry her. But don’t wait as long as Mommy and Daddy did.”
I laugh. “Because you want to be a bridesmaid again?”
“Course.” She smiles. “I love being a bridesmaid. Look how pretty my dress is.”
“You look beautiful, Nora.”
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
I turn to my sister, and her eyes are on Nora.
“You feeling tired yet? ’Cause Nanny Porter said she’d put you to bed in Gran and Granddad’s house, and she’d sit with you.”
“No, I don’t wanna go to bed.” Nora pouts, arms wrapping around my neck, clinging to me.
“Okay, baby.” Sasha laughs. “You don’t have to go to bed yet. Wanna come and dance with me and Daddy?”
Nora looks at me and then her mom. “Okay,” she says, letting me go.
I hand her over to Sasha.
“Where’s Charly?” Sasha asks.
“Bathroom.”
“Have you met Ed yet?”
“No.” My eyes narrow. “When did he get here?”
Apparently, he couldn’t make it to the ceremony because it was his granddaughter’s sixteenth birthday, and they were having a party for her. Sounds suspicious if you ask me.
“A few hours ago,” Sasha tells me.
“Where is he?” I scan the dance floor.
“In the tent with Gran. They were chatting with Dad.”
“Right.” I kiss Sasha’s cheek and then Nora’s. “See you in a few. Oh, and if you see Charly, will you tell her I’m in the tent?”
“Will do,” Sasha answers.
I head off the dance floor and in the direction of the tent.
I spot Gran and Ed. They’re not with Dad anymore. They’re sitting at a table not too far from the bar.
I make my way over, staring at Ed. He’s got a lot of hair for a seventy-year-old guy. Probably a wig.
“Hey, Gran,” I say as I approach the table. I lean over and kiss her cheek, giving Ed the evil eye as I do.
“Vaughn, this is Ed. Ed, this is my grandson, Vaughn.”
“Nice to meet you.” He gets to his feet and shakes my hand.
Weak handshake.
I sit on the chair by my grandma.
“So, your grandmother told me that you’re an actor.”
I glance at my gran, and she’s just smiling at Ed.
I look back to Ed. “Yeah, I’m an actor.”
“What kind of actor? Theater? I used to do a little amateur theater when I was younger.”
Is he taking the piss?
“Ed doesn’t watch movies,” Gran tells me.
“Not unless they’ve got Frank Sinatra in ’em.” Ed chuckles.
Ah, okay. He doesn’t know who I am, and my gran clearly hasn’t enlightened him. I love her a little bit more in this moment. I relax a little toward him.
“So, you do movies then?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Interesting.” He nods and then looks off across the room.
And that’s the end of that conversation for Ed.
“So, how did you two meet?” I ask him.
“On Tinder,” my Gran says.
“Tinder.”
“Yeah, you know, the dating app that you swipe left or right on. Well, let’s just say Ed didn’t get swiped left.” She winks at him.
And I want to vomit.
Aside from the fact that my gran just winked, she’s on Tinder. I have no clue what swiping left or right has to do with anything, and I’m not sure I want to know.
But my gran is on a dating site.
What the fucking fuck?
“Gran, I know what Tinder is. But what I mean is…” I scratch my head. “Why were you on there?”
“Gosh, Vaughn, you do ask some silly questions sometimes. I was trying to find a man, of course.” She gives me a knowing look. “So, I downloaded the app onto my phone. Your mom helped me set it up. And that’s how I met Ed.”
Mom helped her set up a dating app on her phone. What planet am I on right now?
“Hey.”
The sound of Charly’s voice from behind me is a welcome reprieve. I get to my feet.
“Ed, this is Charly, my grandson’s girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you, Ed.” Charly gives him a smile.
“You, too,” he says.
“Drink,” I say. “We’re going to the bar. You want anything?” I ask them both.
They shake their heads.
I steer Charly over to the bar.
“Ed seems nice,” Charly comments.
“He’s on Tinder,” I say.
“What?”
I turn to face her. “My gran met him on Tinder. And my mom helped her set up her profile.”
She smiles wide. “Go, Grandma! Tinder, eh?”
“You know how it works?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Because my gran said something about swiping left, and then she winked, and—actually, forget it. I don’t want to know. Bartender, whiskey. Now.”
Vaughn
“I still can’t believe Gran is on Tinder,” I grumble as I pull my tie off, tossing it to my bedroom floor.
Charly comes over to me, pressing her hands to my chest. “I think it’s nice that she’s got someone. And she’s not on Tinder any more now that she has Ed.”
“Semantics,” I sigh.
“Your protectiveness over your gran is looking really attractive to me right now.”
“You always look attractive to me.” I take her face in my hands. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her.
Then, I do what I’ve wanted to do all night. I kiss her red lips.
One hand pushes into her hair, and the other slides down her back to her ass, pulling her toward me.
“Let me get out of this dress,” she whispers against my mouth.
“That was kind of the plan. Not that you don’t look gorgeous in that dress, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing it on my bedroom floor all day.”
She laughs softly and eases back from me. “Five minutes,” she says.
“Four, and it’s a deal.”
“Four.” She smiles, kisses me one more time, and disappears off into the bathroom.
I undress, stripping all my clothes off. I switch off the light and climb into bed to wait for her. I sit with my back against the headboard and rest my eyes.
It was a long day but a good day. I realize that I’m the only one left of my siblings who is not married and doesn’t have kids.
I think about that for a moment. What would it be like to be married and have kids? What would it be like with Charly?
I reckon it would be awesome.
And, apparently, I’ve turned into a chick, thinking about kids and marriage with the woman I’ve barely known two months.
I hear the bathroom door click open, and I open my eyes to see Charly standing in the doorway. The light from the bathroom spills out into the bedroom, shining around her.
She looks like an angel.
A purely hot-as-fuck angel that I’m going to dirty right up.
She’s wearing a white sheer lace tunic-style slip that falls off her shoulders. It barely skims the tops of her thighs, showing off those gorgeous long legs of hers. Beneath it, she’s wearing white lace panties that I plan on tearing off with my teeth. And I know for a fact that she’s not wearing a bra because I can see her nipples through the fabric.
I’m instantly as hard as a rock.
I sit up on my knees. “Come here,” I tell her.
She pads across the room, her breasts bouncing gently. I can’t wait
to get my hands and mouth on them.
Reaching the bed, she climbs onto her knees and meets me in the middle of the bed.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi yourself.” I reach out and stroke my fingers over her bare shoulder before moving them down to her chest. I run my fingertips over the tops of her breasts through the soft fabric.
“You like?” she asks quietly.
“I like.”
I circle her nipple with my finger. It hardens against my touch. Her breathing starts to change. I move my hand lower, smoothing my palm over her stomach. I cup her over her panties.
She’s soaking wet.
“You’re ready for me,” I groan.
“I’m always ready for you.”
I push her panties aside and slip a finger inside her.
“Ah,” she moans, throwing her head back.
My mouth finds her neck, and I lick a path upward. She lowers her head, bringing her mouth to mine, and she kisses me, deep and wet. Her hands clutch my hair as I fuck her with my finger, palming her with my hand, but I can’t get proper access to her clit, as these fucking panties are in the way.
“Are the panties new?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” Then, I tear them from her body.
“Oh God.” She shivers.
I don’t miss a beat. I keep fucking her with my finger, my palm now pressing against her clit.
She grinds down onto my hand. “Yes, Vaughn, yes,” she moans.
Her hand reaches out, taking my cock in it.
I hiss at the feel of her touching me. It always feels incredible when Charly touches me, each time seeming to get better.
She starts jacking me off. I push another finger inside her. She parts her legs wider, giving me more access. She’s absolutely soaking wet.
“I want you on my mouth,” I tell her. “Climb on my face, baby.”
I lie on my back, expecting her to crawl up, but instead, she turns around and straddles my body.
“Sixty-nine?” I say.
She grins back at me in answer.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” I grab her ass and pull her toward my mouth. Lifting my head a little, I lick a path from her hole to her clit and then back again.
I plunge my tongue inside her at the exact same moment that she puts my cock in her mouth.
It’s like fucking heaven. Her sweet pussy in my mouth and her mouth on my cock. She sucks me hard, just like I like, jacking me with her hand as well, but then she moves her hand away and takes more of me in…nearly all of me in, deep-throating me.
“Jesus, fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
I lick and tease her clit while she sucks me like a porn star.
Fuck, life is good.
I feel her legs start to tense around me, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me, baby,” I tell her.
She moans around my cock and starts to move against my tongue, grinding on my face. I grip ahold of her ass, licking her hard.
My cock falls from her mouth. “God, Vaughn…I’m gonna…I’m coming!” she cries, her trembling legs locking around my head as she comes against my mouth.
I keep licking her because I can’t stop. I can’t get enough of her.
She sags against me. “I don’t think I can again.”
“You can.” I lift her off me, putting her beside me on the bed. “I want this off.” I tug on her slip. “And then you on your back.”
I’m a bossy fuck.
But she obeys immediately.
She’s naked and waiting for me, and I am one lucky bastard.
I spread her lips open with my fingers and put my mouth back on her pussy. She moans loudly, her hips coming up off the bed. I hold her down with my hands on her thighs, and then I start fucking her with my tongue again.
I reach up, grabbing her tit in my hand. I tease her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand pushes two fingers inside her.
She’s moaning and writhing and panting beneath me, and I’m so hard, I could cut glass. My hips are pressed against the bed, trying to find some relief. I need to come so badly, but it’s more important that I get her off again. Getting Charly off is what turns me on the most.
“God, Vaughn!” she screams, coming without warning.
I ride through the orgasm with her, licking up everything she gives to me.
She sinks into the bed, her body looking relaxed, but I’m not giving her a reprieve. I need inside her tight body more than I need my next breath.
“On your knees. Now,” I command.
Her eyes open, looking at me. They’re heavy with desire.
She pushes up to a sitting position. Then, she takes hold of my face with both her hands and kisses me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then, she lets go and turns away, getting on her hands and knees, giving me her ass.
She looks fucking perfect.
I reach for my nightstand to get a condom. I never had them in my house until Charly. I never needed them here until her.
“Wait,” she says just as I’ve gotten one from the box, staring back at me.
Wait? Is that even a word?
I look at her, confused. She moves across the bed to me.
Her hand curls around mine that has got the condom in it.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she says.
“That was the plan all along.” I grin.
“Bare,” she whispers.
Oh.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I wanted you to know that I want to, in case you wanted to, too.”
“That was quite a run-on sentence.” I smile.
She laughs softly.
“I’ve never before,” I tell her. And it’s the truth; I haven’t.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I’ve never slept with a guy without a condom before either. But I want to with you. There’s no pressure. I just wanted you to know the option’s there if you want it. I trust you, Vaughn.”
I love you.
The words are right there on the tip of my tongue.
She’s so fucking amazing.
And I want her so badly. I want to feel her.
“I trust you, too.” I toss the condom aside and kiss her.
I lower her back, lying between her legs. She brings them up around my hips. My cock is pressed up against her pussy, hot and bare.
And I can’t wait a moment longer.
I break away from her lips. “You’re sure?” I check.
“I’m sure. Are you?”
I answer that by pushing inside her.
“Jesus, Charly,” I groan, closing my eyes to the feel of her around my cock, hot and snug and so fucking wet.
“I know,” she says, her hands sliding into my hair.
“You feel incredible.” Lights are dancing behind my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like her before.
She tugs me down to her mouth and kisses me. I push my tongue into her mouth, taking control of the kiss.
Then, I very slowly pull my cock out of her, drawing out the sensation. When I reach the tip, I ease back in up to the hilt.
“This feels…I’ve never…not with anyone…God, Charly, you feel like fucking heaven.”
Her hand comes up to my face, her fingers dusting over my lips. I catch hold of her middle finger and suck it into my mouth.
I watch as her pupils dilate.
She pulls her finger from my mouth and traces a wet path between her breasts. My cock swells.
I pull back out again and reach my hand between us, taking hold of my dick, and I move him up and down her slit, wet and slippery. I tease her clit with the head of my cock.
“Vaughn.” Her back arches off the bed, her fingers gripping ahold of the bed cover. She fixes me with a stare. “I need you to fuck me.”
Moving my hand away, I slam back inside her.
“Yes!” she cries.
I take her mouth with mine and sta
rt to fuck her slow.
Only it doesn’t feel like fucking anymore. It feels like I’m making love to her.
I want to take my time with her because I want this to last. I want to stay here, inside her, for the rest of my life.
Her legs wrap around my back, the heels of her feet digging into me. “Harder, Vaughn. Faster,” she moans.
“Impatient.” I smile against her mouth.
But, in the end, I give her what she wants. I can’t seem to say no to her.
I pull all the way out and thrust back in hard.
“Yes! Again,” she cries.
So, I do it again.
I give her more. I give her all of me.
I make love to her in a mixture of hard and fast, slow and gentle until we finally come together, falling apart in each other’s arms.
I lie there, breathing heavily against her neck. I lift my head and brush my mouth over hers. “I don’t want to move.”
“So, don’t.” She brushes her fingers through my hair. “We can clean up later.”
But we don’t clean up. We fall asleep there together, wrapped up in each other.
Charly
“You got everything?” Vaughn asks me as he puts our bags in the trunk of his car.
“Yep.”
It’s time to head back to Vegas. We’re driving over to Vaughn’s parents’, and then his dad is going to drive us to the airport and bring Vaughn’s car back.
I’m really sad to be leaving. I’ve had the best time here with him. I don’t want it to be over.
“Here’s your cell,” he says, handing it to me.
God, my cell.
I can’t believe I haven’t used it all weekend. I didn’t even come out to the car to check my messages. I was too busy having fun with Vaughn and his family. Three days without it, and I survived. And I didn’t even miss it. Go figure. I didn’t even miss watching TV. They have a TV at his mom and dad’s house, and it was on during the times we went over there, but I didn’t even bother watching it.
I enjoyed the quiet at Vaughn’s. The disconnection to the outside world. Maybe I should do it more often.
Part of me doesn’t even want to go back to the real world yet. But I guess I have to sometime.
I press the button to wake my cell up, but the screen stays black. I push it again, and I get the red battery sign.
“My phone’s dead,” I tell him.
“Yeah, mine is, too.” Vaughn chuckles, looking down at his. “That always happens when I come here. Leave it turned on in my car, and the battery just drains. You can charge it in the car if you want. I have a charger in there for occasions such as this.”
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