Chapter Fifteen
Reaper
“ R eaper,” a soft feminine voice calls me from my sleep. It takes a few seconds to register that Charlotte is standing over me calling my name. I jerk up to a sitting position, causing the throw blanket to fall off my body, leaving me in just my boxers.
“What's wrong? Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m sorry… it's just—” A bright flash of light fills the living room, illuminating Charlotte’s white shirt and hard nipples. A loud crack and house-shaking thunder quickly follows. She startles and wraps her arms around herself.
“You’re scared of the thunder?” I ask with a smirk.
“It's not funny! And, yes. How can you just be sleeping through this? ”
“Doesn’t bother me. The shaking kinda rocks me to sleep, I guess.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Of course it doesn't bother you. Is there anything you fear?”
I pretend to think for a moment before answering.
“Nope.”
That earns me another eye roll.
Lightning cracks the sky again, and the loud boom sends her nearly falling into my lap.
“Whoa, easy there. There’s worse things to fear,” I say, steadying her by her soft waist. My fingers linger a bit longer before I release her.
“Please. I can’t… I can't sleep through this… alone.” She looks at me with a vulnerability that I can't deny. The fiery little savage I've grown used to isn't here right now. This is a vulnerable, fear-ridden Charlotte. And she’s come to me to help her.
“You want me to sleep with you?” I ask to clarify.
“Yes. I mean, ya know, share the bed with me. Keep me company.”
I can't help but find this nervous side of her cute.
“All right. But don't be latching on to me like some kind of spider monkey. I don't care how scared you are. I don't cuddle.”
“Got it,” she eagerly says.
“Ok, after you.” I motion for her to lead the way up to my bedroom.
Charlotte climbs in first and then I slide into the other side, lying on my back and pulling the sheet over me. I stare at the mirror that covers the ceiling and my eyes land on her. She faces away from me, eyes shut with the blanket pulled close against her chest as if she’s holding on for dear life, like this storm will whisk her away in its thunderous grip.
The sky lights up and cracks hard and angry. Charlotte jerks in her spot and squeezes the comforter tighter .
The storm is getting closer.
Two more loud booms of thunder and Charlotte is left shaking like a leaf. I’m not sure what good having me up here is doing if she’s still struggling.
I hear a small whimper at the next bang.
Fucking hell.
Once again, when it comes to her , I find myself surprised at what I'm about to do.
I roll onto my side toward her, wrap an arm around her and pull her against me. She stills for a beat as if she’s also surprised and then her body resumes the shaking, except it begins to slowly soften until the trembling finally stops.
Another boom sounds and I can feel this one in my chest. The storm is definitely right over us now. I squeeze her tighter against me and she relaxes into me.
She’s warm, and I inhale the scent of her shampoo, that damn sweet mix of mangoes and honey.
I suddenly become more aware of how our bodies are pressed up against each other and despite how much smaller she is, I take note of how perfectly she fits.
Her back rests against my torso and her perfectly round ass is pushed against my groin. Her legs are bent like mine and they come together in the same angled shape.
We’re cuddling.
I’m fucking spooning Charlotte.
And I don't hate it.
Fuck.
This damn woman.
I close my eyes, but my other senses become heightened and I’m being fucking consumed by her presence.
Her warmth, her scent, her fucking ass.
It all sends a throb down to my dick and it slowly starts to grow in response.
No. No. No .
I don’t move.
I don’t dare fucking move.
Besides my treacherous growing cock, I'm as still as I can possibly be.
Please be fucking sleeping. I let out a light sigh of relief after a couple minutes pass. Charlotte is slee—
“Reaper?” My name comes out as a question from her sleepy mouth.
Fuuuck.
“Thank you.”
Oh.
I clear my throat. “You’re welcome.”
Then she actually falls asleep, and I thank my lucky stars she didn't notice how this little cuddle session affected me. In more ways than one.
Soon after, my stiff cock pressing against her soft backside slowly relaxes, and I finally fall asleep with Charlotte wrapped in my arms.