Chapter 12 Charlotte #2
His mouth slams against mine, and I melt against him, my arms winding around his neck, my body molding to his like it was made to fit there. One large hand slides around the back of my neck, the other gripping my waist as he pulls me against the solid wall of his chest.
The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against mine, his beard rough against my skin. He tastes like coffee and desire and something uniquely him that I’ve been craving all week.
I press closer, needing more, needing everything. His hands tighten on me, one sliding down to grip my ass, lifting me slightly so our bodies align perfectly.
It feels like coming home. Like finding something I didn’t know I’d lost until it was back in my arms.
Koda’s hands are everywhere, urgent and demanding as he backs me toward my bedroom. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
It’s been five days since I last touched him, five days of aching and wanting, and now that he’s here, I can’t get enough fast enough. His shirt falls to the floor in the hallway, his belt by the bathroom door, his boots kicked off somewhere in between.
“I need you so bad, baby,” he growls against my neck. “So fucking bad.”
My back hits my bedroom door, and Koda presses against me, his hard length grinding against my stomach through his jeans. His hands slide under my tank top, rough palms skimming up my sides to cup my breasts. When his thumbs brush over my nipples, I gasp, arching into his touch.
“I’ve been going crazy this whole week.” His voice is rough against my ear as he yanks my tank top over my head and tosses it aside. “All I could think about was getting back inside you.”
The raw desire in his words makes me shiver.
I reach for his jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. My hand slides inside to wrap around his thick length.
Koda hisses through his teeth.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed.
Then he lays me down and steps back just long enough to shove his jeans and boxers down his legs before kicking them away. Now he’s completely naked, his enormous cock jutting out proudly from a nest of dark hair, the muscles in his thighs and stomach taut with restraint.
“Look at you.” His eyes devour me, moving over my bare breasts and down to the tiny shorts that are the only thing I’m still wearing. “So fucking beautiful.”
He grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach in one smooth motion. His large hands slide up the backs of my thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. He pulls them down slowly, a groan rumbling from his chest as my bare ass is revealed.
“Perfect.” His palm slides over one cheek, squeezing possessively. “Fucking perfect.”
I feel exposed, vulnerable in this position, but the hunger in his voice makes me feel powerful, too. I arch my ass up in invitation. His palm comes down with a sharp smack that makes me gasp.
“Koda, please.” I’m not above begging. Not when I’ve been aching for this all week.
He positions me so I’m on my knees with my ass in the air and my upper body pressed to the mattress. Then he brushes his thumb across my slit and makes me whimper.
“Already so wet for me.” His voice is tight with restraint. “I can feel how much you want it.”
I hear the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper and turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“No. I want to feel you this time. Bare.”
His pupils blow wide with lust. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I’ve never been more sure of anything. “I got the birth control shot a few months ago. I want to feel you come inside me.”
A low, animal sound escapes him.
I hear the condom wrapper drop to the floor. Then Koda positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. One large hand splays across my lower back, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
“Mine,” he growls as he pushes forward, stretching me wide. “You’re fucking mine, Charlotte.”
The sensation of him entering me bare is overwhelming. I can feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his cock as he pushes deeper. He’s so thick, so hard, filling me completely until I’m gasping into the sheets.
“Fuck.” His voice is strained. “So tight. So perfect.”
When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, giving me time to adjust. His hand strokes down my spine, soothing and possessive at once. Then he begins to move, slowly at first, long deep strokes that make me moan with each thrust.
“That’s it, baby.” His pace quickens, hips snapping forward with more force. “Take my cock. Take all of it.”
The new angle hits spots inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids. I push back against him, meeting each thrust, desperate for more. His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, and then I feel something new.
His thumb circling the tight pucker of my back entrance.
“Oh!” I gasp, shocked by how good it feels.
His thumb presses more firmly, not entering but applying steady pressure. “You like that? You like me touching you here?”
I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel is desperate need.
“Yes. Please, Koda.”
His thumb continues its gentle exploration while his cock pounds into me, each thrust harder than the last. When the pad of his thumb finally breaches me, just slightly, just enough to send a new wave of sensation racing through my body, I nearly scream.
“That’s it.” His voice is pure gravel now. “Take it, baby. Take my cock, take my thumb. Show me how much you want it.”
The dual sensations are overwhelming.
His thick length filling my pussy, his thumb pressing into my ass, creating a fullness I’ve never experienced before. My entire body tightens, and I feel pressure building low in my belly, more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever felt, approaching.
“Koda, I’m going to—I’m about to—”
“Do it.” His thumb pushes deeper as his thrusts become more erratic. “Fucking let go, Charlotte. Now.”
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.
A scream tears from my throat as pleasure crashes through me.
And then something new happens.
A rush of liquid gushes from me, soaking the sheets beneath us, running down my thighs.
“Holy fuck.” Koda sounds awed, his pace faltering for just a moment. “You’re squirting. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
The realization of what’s happening only intensifies my pleasure. Wave after wave rolls through me as Koda continues to pound into me. He’s relentless, drawing out my orgasm until I’m sobbing his name, begging for mercy and more at the same time.
“Going to fill you up.” His voice is ragged, desperate. “Going to come so deep inside this perfect pussy.”
His rhythm breaks, his thrusts becoming wild and frantic. With a guttural roar, he slams into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside me.
The sensation of his hot seed flooding me triggers another wave of pleasure, smaller but no less intense.
My body milks him, my inner walls clenching around his length as we both shudder through the aftershocks.
Then we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, too spent to do anything but breathe.
His heart thunders against my back, gradually slowing as he recovers.
Finally, Koda rolls to his side and brings me with him so we’re spooned together, his arms wrapped around me. His lips press against my shoulder, soft and tender compared to the roughness of moments before.
“Wow,” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath. “That was... unexpected.”
Koda stiffens behind me, his arm tightening around my waist.
“Unexpected?” His voice has an edge of concern. “Good unexpected? Or bad unexpected?”
I turn in his arms to face him, pressing my palm against his bearded cheek.
“Good unexpected. Amazing unexpected.” I smile, tracing my thumb along his jawline. “I’ve never squirted before.”
Relief washes over his face, softening the hard lines around his eyes. He captures my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.
“You’re full of surprises, Charlotte Palmer.”
I bask in the warmth of his gaze for a moment before reality comes crashing back. The high from our passionate reunion begins to fade, replaced by the same doubts that have been haunting me all week. I pull my hand away and sit up.
Koda props himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes searching my face. “What’s wrong?”
I take a deep breath. “We can’t keep doing this, Koda.”
“Doing what?”
“This.” I gesture between us. “My heart can’t take all this back and forth. One minute we’re saying goodbye forever, the next you’re at my door and we’re... doing this.” I gesture at our naked bodies. “What happened to our plan? To staying away from each other?”
Koda frowns. “I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean, you can’t do it?”
“I mean, I can’t stay away from you.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I tried, baby. I really fucking tried. I told myself all the reasons this is wrong. Your age, your dad, my past. None of it matters. I can’t stop wanting you.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. “Koda…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” His large hand cups my face. “All you need to do is know that you’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m not letting you go.”
A shiver runs through me at his words. I should be offended by his possessiveness, but instead, heat pools low in my belly. There’s something primal and thrilling about the way he claims me, like I’m precious and essential.
“I don’t want to sneak around anymore,” he continues, his thumb stroking my cheek. “I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want you.”
“What are you saying?” I whisper, almost afraid to hear his answer.
“I’m saying I want you to be mine.”
I blink, certain I’ve misheard him. “What?”
“I want you to be mine, Charlotte. And I want you to move in with me,” he repeats, his eyes never leaving mine. “To my cabin.”
I stare at him, speechless. This is so far beyond what I expected him to say that I can’t even process it.
“Koda, that’s... that’s crazy. We’ve known each other forever, sure, but this—us—it’s brand new. It’s too fast.”
He shrugs, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“When you know, you know.”
Despite everything, I laugh. “Is that the Fit Mountain curse talking?”
His smile widens into a grin that transforms his entire face.
“Maybe. But it doesn’t make it any less true.” He takes my hands in his. “What do you say, Charlotte? Will you move in with me?”
I should say no. I should tell him we need to slow down, to date like normal people, to figure out if this is real or just incredible chemistry.
But the thought of waking up next to Koda every morning, of falling asleep in his arms every night, of making his cabin our home—it fills me with a joy so intense it’s almost painful.
“Yes,” I whisper, and then louder, “Yes, I will.”
His face lights up with a happiness that steals my breath. He pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply, his beard scratching deliciously against my skin.
When we break apart, he keeps me close, his forehead pressed to mine. “There’s one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to quit your job at The Summit.”
I pull back slightly.
“My job? Why?”
“Because I don’t like the idea of you serving drinks to drunks until two in the morning.” His jaw tightens. “And because I want to take care of you. I want you to focus on finishing school and planning for that salon you want to open. You don’t need to be slinging beers for tips.”
“You’d do that for me?” My voice catches.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“What about my dad?”
Koda’s expression grows serious. “Let me worry about Jason.”
“He’s going to hate this. Hate us.”
“He might,” Koda acknowledges. “At first. But we’ll tell him when the time is right. For now, I just want to focus on us. On building something real between us without the pressure of what everyone else thinks.”
I know we’re delaying the inevitable, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when Koda is looking at me like I’m the answer to every question he’s ever had.
“Okay,” I agree. “Us first. Dad later.”
His smile returns, slow and predatory.
“Now, about this ‘us’ thing...” He pulls me back down to the bed, covering my body with his. “I think we need to practice living together. Starting with how to share a bed.”
I laugh as his mouth finds my neck. “We’ve already done that part pretty thoroughly.”
“You know what they say,” he murmurs against my skin, his hands sliding down my sides to grip my hips. “Practice makes perfect.”