Chapter 54 - Derrick #2
Oh, is he being sassy with me? “Yes, you’d be right. There isn’t anything going on between me and Chance,” I tell him.
“Didn’t look like it last night, he followed you around like a lovesick puppy.” He smirks.
“He did?” To be fair, I wasn’t paying that much attention to what Chance was doing when all night I could feel Charlie’s eyes on me.
Charlie chuckles. “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t. My mind wasn’t really on him last night.”
Charlie’s brows pull together at my comment. “What was on your mind?”
“You,” I answer honestly.
He’s surprised by my words. “Me?”
“I didn’t know you were coming, so running into you freaked me out,” I explain to him.
“You didn’t know? Jackson told me you were okay with me being here.”
Huh? “We never had the conversation.”
“Fucking, Jackson,” Charlie growls as he runs his hand over his buzz cut. “No wonder you were freaked out. I thought you were being a dick when you pretended not to know who I was.”
“I was. I felt like you pretended I didn’t exist, so I was going to do the same.”
Charlie smirks. “So you’re petty?”
“Hell, yeah, I am and don’t you forget it,” I say, poking him in the chest. His hard, hard chest. Ouch. I could break a finger on that thing if I don’t watch myself.
Charlie grabs my wrist again. “You seem to like touching my chest.”
“I do.” I smirk. He raises a brow. “Is that a problem?”
“No. Just …” He stills. Oh shit. It is a problem. “I can react easily sometimes, especially if I’m lost in my head. Just thought you should know.”
I nod. “Thank you. I don’t want to do anything to upset you.”
“You could never,” he says, bringing my hand to his lips as he kisses my wrist ever so softly. That has to be one of the most sensual things a man has ever done to me. Who swoons over wrist kissing? Me apparently. “Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop.” I smile.
“You don’t want me to stop this?” he says, kissing my wrist again, this time adding a tiny bit of tongue against my pulse, and I melt like a stick of butter.
My dick is hardening beneath my extremely thin running shorts, and I know the fabric is tenting in front of me.
Luckily, we are on a secluded part of the beach, and no one can see us.
“Fuck, Charlie, I’m as hard as steel.”
Charlie smirks and then moves my hand from his lips and makes me slide it against my aching cock. A hiss follows from me as he uses my hand to rub myself through the shorts.
“Charlie!”
“You like that?” His voice deepens as those eyes flare.
“Of course, I fucking do, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing.” He grins.
My eyes narrow on him, hissing through his torturous strokes. “I thought you said we could only be friends.”
“And someone wise explained to me about comfort kissing.”
“This doesn’t feel like comfort kissing.” I groan as my dick aches.
“Who said there couldn’t be comfort jerking?” He smiles teasingly.
Comfort jerking, yes, I like that. I reach out to touch his dick but he moves away from me, making me frown. “Let me comfort you.” I pout.
Charlie shakes his head. “This is my apology to you.”
Oh.
I like these kinds of apologies. “If you really want to apologize to me, being on your knees would be a great start.” Charlie’s hand stills. Don’t stop.
“Is that what you want? Me on my knees apologizing for being the biggest asshole?” Those intense, stormy eyes lock on me.
“Yes.” My answer is hesitant because I can’t tell if he is angry or turned on. Please be the latter.
“And it would be an apology, comfort BJ?” Charlie smirks, breaking the intensity.
“Yes, so it doesn’t count,” I answer, biting my lip, begging for the giant to get on his knees.
Charlie looks like he is dueling with himself internally, and I’m about to tell him I’m only joking when he does it.
Slowly, I watch as this big, gentle giant drops to his knees, and without hesitation, pulls down my shorts and goes to town.
“Shit.” I groan as his mouth takes me in, all the way in, and my hands land on his tight shoulders as the man takes me to heaven.
“Fuck, your mouth.” I groan, making Charlie hum as his fingers grip my balls, giving them a tug, making my dick sing, and I’m so worked up that this man makes me come in seconds, which is rather embarrassing, but I don’t care.
Then he tucks me back in and stands up. “This was not at all what I thought was going to happen.”
“Do you accept my apology now?”
“Yes.” I gasp, trying to steady my heart that is racing in my chest. “Now let me return the favor,” I tell him as I go to drop to my knees, but he halts me.
“This isn’t about me. I’m fine.” I don’t think that’s true because his dick is leaking through his sweats.
“I want to.”
He shakes his head again. “I know, I can see it on your face, but know that I’ll be thinking of you later when I jerk off.”
“Spank bank material, I told you,” I tease.
“You certainly are.” He grins. This man is so confusing, but I think I like it, he’s keeping me on my toes. “Like I said, Derrick, I want us to be friends. That’s all I can offer right now.”
Shaking my lustful thoughts from my mind, I make myself listen to what Charlie is saying, and I understand what he is saying.
He’s too broken right now to offer me anything more, and I can respect that.
I like him, against my better judgment. He did blow you.
That he did, and so fucking well. But he’s telling me not to expect that from him all the time.
“Am I the first dick you’ve sucked too?”
Charlie stills, taken aback by my abrupt and random question. “Yes.”
Why does that turn me on? Because you’re vain and you like the fact that he only wants you during his healing journey. I see no lies there.
“That’s hot,” I say, biting my lip.
“It is?” Charlie seems genuinely surprised by that answer.
“For me it is.” I wink.
Charlie laughs. “Good to know.”
“I like that there have been no sexy cowboys in Montana who have come and swept you off your feet.”
“Sexy cowboys?”
“You look hot dressed as a cowboy, you know how to wear a pair of jeans,” I ramble, lost in my dirty thoughts of him being a cowboy and tying me up.
“How do you know that?” he asks.
“First night I met you, I noticed right away. Those jeans, that ass, chef’s kiss.”
This makes his smile widen. “I appreciate the compliment.”
“I’ll compliment you a hell of a lot more if you keep wearing them.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” he teases. “Come on, we should head back.”
“Last one back to the villa is a rotten egg,” I say, sprinting off down the beach.
“Fuck!” I hear Charlie curse behind me.