Chapter 21
Gavin
“This is amazing,” Charlotte exclaims from the passenger seat of my truck. “I have to text Josie.”
“Text her what?” I ask.
“That we agreed on something! We made a decision about a wedding detail without arguing. And it’s something I don’t hate!” she says as her fingers tap out a message on her phone.
“Is it really that hard to believe?” I ask.
“Are you kidding?” she asks, while still focusing on the screen. “Considering our history, I think it’s a freaking miracle. Like holy smokes!”
I can’t help but laugh. “Holy smokes?”
“Yes! Holy smokes!” she shrieks. I can’t stop looking at her. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her all night, actually.
I like this version of Charlotte. Carefree, laughing, relaxed, excited. I like it a lot, actually. My heart hums in my chest. I feel buzzy, but not from alcohol. I haven’t had any. I haven’t needed any. It’s a little scary, but I’m not worried. Whatever I’m feeling seems natural.
We pull up to her apartment, and I take a long look at the place. It’s in an older building, a cute little brick establishment that has been reconstructed in the recent years like many places in the city.
“That was fun.” she says unbuckling her seat belt. “I don’t get to do that often.”
“Go out? Dance? Or have fun?” I ask.
“All of the above,” she says.
“Why?” I ask. “Who’s stopping you?”
Charlotte thinks about that. “Me, I guess,” she admits.
“Well, I think you need to have more grace with yourself. Because relaxed you is a pretty fun person and we still got things done. It’s okay to let your guard down once in a while.”
“Do you want to come inside?” she asks, throwing me off a little. “Josie isn’t here. She’s staying at her sister’s tonight to binge the new season of Take It to Your Grave.”
“The true crime show?” I ask, and she nods.
“Josie loves true crime,” she says, and I smile too. I don’t want to talk about Josie, but I do want to go inside. As an answer to her question, I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door.
Her apartment is exactly what I expected. It’s small, but big enough for two people who don’t mind close quarters. There’s exposed brick and interesting architecture, but the sink and appliances are new. The bright colors, abstract decor, and antiques give it a boho/vintage vibe.
“Nice crib,” I say as the door closes behind me.
“Crib?” she asks, and I chuckle. “Your apartment. I like it.”
“Oh thanks,” she says, stripping out of her boots and walking into the kitchen. “It’s a mix of both our tastes, though she has it a little more cluttered than I’d prefer.”
It’s funny because despite the artsy decor, I wouldn’t describe the place as cluttered. I can see how Charlotte might think so.
I watch her buzz about the kitchen in her jeans and tank top. She took her coat off at the door, and I can finally appreciate her figure without all the bulk of winter wear.
“So I have wine, beer, tequila, and I think there might be some vodka in the freezer,” she says. As she walks over to the fridge to check, I close the space between us and stand right behind her. “Yep, we have vodka. I’m afraid it’s the cheap stuff. Oh–”
Charlotte turns around and runs right into me. I don’t think she was expecting me to be standing so close.
“I’m not really in the mood for a nightcap,” I tell her, tugging her hair from its tie and letting it fall around her shoulders.
“You’re not thirsty?” she asks, her voice breathy.
“Oh, I didn’t say that.” I answer and our mouths crash together.
Charlotte wraps her arms around me, and I pin her against the fridge as we kiss hungrily.
Fuck being thirsty, I’m starved…for her.
I don’t want to go faster than she does.
If there’s anything I’ve learned about Charlotte, it’s that she likes to call the shots.
She likes to feel in control. She likes–
“I want your dick,” she says, and it about knocks me on my ass.
“You got it,” I say, picking her up. At around five-seven, Charlotte is taller than most girls I’ve been with.
It makes it easy for her to wrap her legs around my toned torso.
She even locks her ankles, giving her the freedom to run her hands through my hair while pressing her pussy right against me.
“Living room? Bedroom? Shower?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “How do you want it?”
“Bedroom,” she says between kisses.
“Traditional. I should have guessed,” I say, making my way down the hall.
Charlotte pulls back, giving me a snide grin. “Josie and I have a strict no sex in shared areas rule, jerk.”
“Of course,” I say with a grin and kiss her on the lips. I open a door, but it’s not the right one.
“That’s the bathroom,” she says, kissing me.
“My bad. Where’s your bedroom?”
“End of the hall. On the left,” she says, kissing me down my neck. She kisses me behind my ear and the world blurs around the edges a little.
“Don’t let the bad vibes in or the cat out.” I read the sign on the door aloud before reaching the handle, and Charlotte pulls her lips from mine.
“Oh, not that one. That’s Josie’s.”
“You said the left,” I tell her.
“My left. Your right. My bad.”
I smile and pivot a hundred and eighty degrees to my right. The third door better be a damn charm. I open it, and it smells like her.
I close it behind me with my foot and toss her onto the neatly made bed. Everything in here is very tidy. I am not surprised at all.
“Josie has a cat?” I ask as she tugs on her jeans in an attempt to peel them off.
“She does. It actually roams the entire apartment. She just thought the sign was funny.”
“What’s its name?” I ask as we both pull off our shirts.
“Pussycat,” she says.
“Josie named her cat Pussycat? How orig—” I stop mid-word when I realize what she did there. I say, “Oh, I get it. Cute.”
“Right?” she asks, smirking up at me in her bra and panties.
As I crawl on top of her, I say, “The only pussycat I am interested in right now is yours.”
Charlotte gasps as I kiss her neck, suckling on the spot above her collarbone. I keep kissing her while I tug her bra off in one swift motion. I softly kiss each one, pampering each nipple, swirling it with my tongue.
“Oh god…” she says and I have to smile.
“Is that the worst you can do?” I ask, kissing lower.
“What do you mean?” she asks, running her hands through my hair.
She seems to have an obsession with my hair, specifically around my temples.
Having your scalp scratched by perfectly manicured natural nails is a turn-on.
It’s almost as good as the little shivers that ripple through her body when I kiss her most erogenous spots.
“Come on, there has to be one swear word in you,” I say as my lips hover over hers. I can feel her heat and smell her unique sweetness.
“I’m a good girl,” she purrs, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Yeah, well we’ll see about that?” I say, tugging her panties aside and covering her with my mouth. I devour her immediately. Not slowly. No teasing. No edging. I catch every nerve in her body by surprise as I kiss and suck and flick her clit until she is in a back-arching frenzy.
“Oh…” she moans.
“Oh what?” I ask. “Say it. Talk dirty for me.”
Charlotte is stubborn and says nothing. I unravel her nerve by nerve, one lashing at a time, but I’m not finished.
I flip her over onto her knees and stand up, tugging her ass back towards me.
Then I take off the rest of my clothes and yank her panties down.
I rub my dick against her pussy just enough to get it wet before thrusting it inside her, filling her up with nothing but my hot, pulsing cock.
“Oh god,” she says again, and I wish it were my name she is saying instead.
“I am going to ask you one more time,” I say as my hips thrust into hers. “Talk. Dirty.”
I reach forward with one hand, toying with one of her nipples, then use my other hand to massage her clit. She's shaking and moaning, and when I thrust in and out of her, she screams my name, begging for more.
“Gavin! More, yes!” she shouts. I slam into her over and over, making the blood rush hard and quick through our veins. We are both on the edge of ecstasy.
“I’m going to come,” she says, and her entire body stiffens. “I’m…going…to…oh fuck…”
The orgasm ripples through her, causing my own to flood through me. I come to my knees, and she falls onto the bed. Once some of the blood finds its way back to my brain, I chuckle grittily.
“Good girl.”