Chapter 9 Charlie
NINE
CHARLIE
If I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up. I was surrounded by warmth. Strong arms encircled me, holding me tightly against a hard body.
Speaking of hard, Hunter’s thick erection was pressed against my backside.
Judging by the pleasant ache in my ass, I probably wasn’t up for anything too vigorous.
But an early morning frot would be nice.
I wiggled my butt, hoping it would get Hunter to wake up.
It worked, but not exactly as I’d planned.
Hunter’s arm tightened around my waist and he pulled me flush against his body. “Be still, little troublemaker,” he grumbled in my ear.
“I don’t want to,” I said with a pout.
He chuckled, deep and rumbly. His large hands grasped my waist and I suddenly found myself on top of his big body, looking into his gorgeous green eyes.
“Hi,” I whispered.
He smiled fondly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hi.” He rested his hands on my ass. “Now what were you getting all wiggly about?”
I put on my best pouty face. “I’m horny.”
His brows rose. “Is that so?” He squeezed my butt cheeks. “And what do you want to do about it?”
“Well, I don’t think I’m up for that just yet. I was thinking frotting would be nice.” I ran my hands up his T-shirt covered chest. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“How terrible,” he said with mock dismay. “Whatever will we do?”
I dug my fingers into his ribs, causing him to squirm. “You think you’re sooo funny.”
He captured my hands with his. “I happen to be hilarious,” he replied with a grin. He rolled his hips. “Now what were you saying about frotting?”
My mind blanked for a moment as thoughts of riding his big cock bombarded me.
My gaze flicked up to his and it was like he knew what I was thinking.
It occurred to me that, for the first time in years, I felt safe with a lover.
I would never have dared try to tickle Brent.
I wished it hadn’t taken me so long to figure out what kind of man he was.
But if I had figured it out earlier, I might have never met Hunter.
Even after only knowing him for one day, the idea was unthinkable.
I smiled at the big man and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants. “Frotting, yes?”
A chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. “Frotting, yes.”
He lifted up so I could pull his sweats down to his thighs. Since I was already naked, all I had to do was get in position.
Hunter’s hand holding a bottle of lube appeared in front of me. “You’ll want to use this.”
I grinned at him. “You have the best ideas.” I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and slicked us both up.
I positioned myself so our cocks were aligned and ground my hips against his.
Hunter’s big hands came down on my ass as his hips rose to meet mine.
I threw my head back. “God, it feels so good.”
We moved together in perfect rhythm, our grunts and moans of pleasure filling the room. All too soon I felt my balls draw up and the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. “I’m close,” I gasped.
Hunter grunted and pulled me closer to him, moving my hips to match his increased tempo.
White hot pleasure shot through me and I cried out as I came all over his stomach.
As I was coming down from my orgasm, his rhythm faltered and his cock grew hard as steel.
With a growl he held me still while his cum joined mine on his belly.
I rested my head on his chest. We both were covered with sweat and breathing heavily. “That was amazing,” I panted. “You’re really good at this sex stuff.”
Hunter burst out laughing. “You are too much.” He kissed the top of my head. “Let’s get a shower and then some breakfast.”
I sighed. “All right.” I knew we still had to solve the problem of Brent. I just didn’t know how.
Half an hour later I was dressed in a ridiculously large sweatshirt and drawstring sweatpants cinched tightly and the legs rolled up so I wouldn’t fall on my face trying to walk in them. I was sitting at the kitchen table while Hunter made us bacon and scrambled eggs.
Every once in a while he’d glance over at me and smile fondly. After the third time I asked, “What are you smiling about?”
He turned his head and winked at me. “I like you wearing my clothes.”
My face heated. “Oh.”
Hunter had just plated our food and sat down at the table when his phone vibrated with a call.
His brow furrowed and he swiped to answer.
“Hello Michael. What have you got?” He furrowed his brow and shook his head.
“No, I haven’t told him yet. We just got up.
Has something changed?” As he listened to the other man, Hunter’s brows rose. “No kidding. That’s great.”
“What’s great?” I asked.
Hunter held up one finger and said, “Michael, Charlie is here. I’m going to put you on speaker. I want you to tell him what you told me.”
Hunter set his phone in the middle of the table and hit the speaker button. “Hello?” I said tentatively.
“Hello, Charlie. I’m Michael D’Angelo from Angel Security.”
I looked over at Hunter. “Isn’t that where you interviewed?”
“Yep,” he acknowledged. “He’s one of my bosses.”
Michael huffed a laugh. “Barely. Mostly I hide in my office typing on the keyboard.”
“What did you want to tell me?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” Michael began. “So, a quick rundown of what’s going on. I tracked Brent to a hotel not far from your apartment.”
“Oh god,” I whispered.
Hunter came over to me and put his arms around me. “It’s okay, baby. Keep listening. I promise you it’ll be all right.”
“Yeah, sorry,” the other man said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. We’ve been watching him since we found out where he was staying. He wouldn’t have gotten anywhere near you.”
“But you can’t do that forever,” I objected. “How do I keep him away from me and get him to go back to Chicago? He doesn’t take no for an answer, as you can see.”
Michael actually snickered. “That’s where I come in. I am a cyber stalker’s nightmare. Your ex has been a naughty boy and has been very bad about hiding it. You would think he’d do better since he’s in IT.”
“Brent’s always been more bluster than talent,” I sniped. “What’s he done?”
“He’s having an affair with Carl Wainright, the husband of the Field Museum’s president, Melissa Wainwright.”
“Okay,” I said, elongating the word. “I mean that’s bad and yet somehow doesn’t surprise me. But what does that have to do with getting Brent to go back to Chicago and leaving me alone?”
“What do you think would happen if Brent’s employer found out he was screwing the president’s husband?” Michael asked.
I was about to say nothing would happen, but then I remembered how uptight and elitist the upper echelon of the museum was. This sort of scandal would get Brent fired in an instant. “Holy shit,” I breathed. “You’re going to use it as leverage.”
“Yep,” Michael said, popping the ‘p.’” After a pause he continued, “Brent is going to be presented with the option to take his sorry ass back to Chicago and get on with his life, or face the metaphorical firing squad at work. The question is, do you want to be there when that happens?”
My first instinct was to say no. I never wanted to see Brent again. But then something occurred to me. “Can you tell how long he’s been sleeping with the president’s husband?”
“Let me see how far back his messages go.” I heard him humming as he searched until he finally said, “Ah ha! It looks like it’s been going on for a little over three years.”
A fiery rage flooded me. “That motherfucker! He accused me of cheating on him for years! And he was the one cheating on me.” I took a deep breath to calm myself. “Yes. I want to go.” I turned in Hunter’s arms. “But I need to put on clothes that don’t make me look like a little kid.”
Hunter’s deep chuckle vibrated against my chest. “You got it, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
Michael cleared his throat. “Um, I’ll let you two get to it. Dante is keeping tabs on Brent at his hotel. Marco and Gabe are posted by Charlie’s apartment building.”
“Okay,” Hunter replied. “We’ll call you when we’re ready to go.”
After the call ended, we went back into Hunter’s bedroom to change. He had folded my clothes neatly and set them on top of his dresser. I was reluctant to take off his big warm sweatshirt, but there was nothing for it. I pulled it over my head, shivering in the cool air.
Hunter’s warm hands caressed my shoulders and down my arms. He pressed a kiss on the top of my shoulder and murmured, “More angel kisses.”
I smiled and leaned back against his big body while he wrapped his arms around my waist. “It’s so nice to be held like this,” I said wistfully.
He leaned down and asked, “Why do you sound so sad?”
I turned in his arms and looked up at his handsome face. “I’m always waiting for good things to end. They always do.”
He kissed me sweetly. “Sweetheart, this only ends if you want it to. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I want to be with you as long as you'll have me.”
Tears filled my eyes, trickling down my cheeks before I could blink them away. “I’d like that. Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.”
“Well I guess I’ll just have to make more good things happen for you every day.” He kissed me again. “Starting today. Do you know what day it is?”
“Wednesday?”
Hunter chuckled. “Yes it is Wednesday. It’s also Valentine’s Day.”
I blinked. Then I remembered all the pink and red hearts everywhere. “Oh wow. I forgot all about it.”
He pulled me close. “How about if I give you a Valentine’s Day to remember.”
I went up on my toes and kissed him. “You already have.”