Chapter Seven #2
If they were, sucked to be them, because I moaned and grunted and shouted as I fucked Charlie hard. He took everything I gave him with his own pants and cries, and the sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room. Grabbing his shoulder with one hand, I leaned over him and went even deeper.
He was so hot, squeezing around me, and I loved how hard I could go.
I didn’t have to worry about being too heavy, and his low groans were just like I’d imagined them.
He was spread open for me so perfectly, and I wanted to fuck him all night.
I hoped I was doing it right. But God, the fact that I was doing it at all was everything.
Our skin was slick where we pressed together, and I breathed through my mouth, trying to find a rhythm.
“Oh yeah,” Charlie moaned. “There. Hit that again. Fuck me good.”
He sounded like the people in pornos, and I loved it. My blood ran so hot there was probably steam coming out of my ears as I pounded him. He was super tight, and I wished I could come inside him. I wanted to fill him up until it dripped out, assuming that was actually possible.
My leg was cramping, and my balls were super tight, so I reached around for his cock, pumping him hard.
When he came, he shouted so loudly the people at the twenty-four-hour drugstore across the street probably heard it.
He squeezed hard with his ass, and I kept thrusting, tangling one hand in his sweaty hair as I pushed to the finish line.
I closed my eyes, still seeing colored explosions of light, my orgasm shuddering through me.
Panting, we tumbled into a sweaty pile. Charlie took hold of my hand and kissed it. “Your membership card is definitely in the mail.”
I had to get rid of the condom and clean up, but I stayed splayed over his back for a little bit longer, smiling against his skin.
Charlie
“Charlie!”
I bolted up as Gavin and the cheap motel room came into focus.
Gavin was kneeling beside me on the bed with the glow of his phone lighting his face and the fairy lights a rainbow beyond him.
“What?” I cleared my throat, coughing. “What happened?” I blinked at the clock beside the bed. One-fifteen p.m.
“It’s a full-on Christmas miracle. The storm went north. The roads east of here aren’t bad. If we leave now and drive all night we can make it for the twenty-fifth! You can be there when Ava wakes up!”
I was wide awake now, adrenaline surging through my veins. “Are you serious?”
Gavin tilted his head and drew his brows together. “No, I’m messing with you. Psych! Hilarious joke.” He slapped my shoulder and bounded off the bed. “Let’s go!”
I jumped up after him and went for my clothes, but then I looked down at the jizz dried in my chest hair. “Shit. I’d better have a quick shower.”
“I’m way ahead of you,” Gavin called from the bathroom. The sound of water followed. “Give me a few minutes. Faster if we do it separately.”
“Do you really think we can make it?” I called. I was afraid to get my hopes up, but they were soaring.
“What?”
“Nothing!” I unzipped my suitcase and took out clean clothes before shoving everything else back in. After unplugging the Christmas lights, I squeezed them in too.
When he came out of the bathroom dripping, rubbing a towel over his hair, I took a split second to appreciate how freaking gorgeous my boyfriend was. Whoa. The thought had popped into my head so naturally. But was he my boyfriend now? I was probably seriously jumping the gun.
But did he want to be? What if—
OH MY GOD, GET YOUR ASS IN THE SHOWER AND FRET OVER YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS LATER.
I scurried to follow my inner drill sergeant’s command, closing the bathroom door behind me so I could take a dump, because it was definitely too early in whatever this was to drop a deuce with the door open. Call me old fashioned.
I soon climbed into the shower, where I squeezed out the last of the motel shampoo and conditioner, and scrubbed myself down.
I realized I was grinning, and I hummed “Jingle Bells.” Soon we’d be dashing through the snow, and I’d get to see my Ava’s perfect little face on Christmas morning. As I hopped out, I sung to myself.
“Over the fields we go, laughing all the way. Bells on bobtail ring—” I wondered what the hell a bobtail was, and put my hand on the doorknob to go ask Gavin when I realized he was talking to someone on the phone.
“Yeah, Dad. It’s been great, actually. Not what I expected at all.”
I smiled to myself. It had been rather great, hadn’t it?
“No, you know I don’t mind my alone time. I’ve been catching up on my reading. I’d better go. Glad you and Mom are having a good time. Have fun paddle boarding!”
Standing there on the tiles, naked and wet, I forced in a breath.
It was like I’d been sucker punched right in the face (not to mention the nads), and I supposed Gavin did owe me one.
So, apparently boyfriend status was definitely premature.
Good to know. I tried to focus. There are valid reasons for not telling his dad right now.
He’s not even out yet. It’s cool. Don’t spaz. It doesn’t mean anything.
But shit, man. Did it hurt.
I dried off in a rush, and didn’t look at him as I hustled into my clothes.
Everything was fine. I’d just have to see what happened.
No sense in making a scene, especially since it wasn’t as if we’d exchanged promise rings.
Before a few days ago, we hadn’t even spoken in years. What did I expect? It was no big deal.
“Charlie? You okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I lied. “Just anxious about getting home. Now that it’s a possibility again, I really want to make it.”
“I know. We will.” With his dimpling cheeks and kind eyes, he took my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. “I’m going to get you there on time. Okay?”
I could have stayed there forever in that moment kissing him, but I nodded. I couldn’t let myself worry about the future. Gavin was here with me now, and we were on the move, because Christmas couldn’t wait.