Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
The move catches him off guard. Catches me off guard too. I blink, and suddenly her mouth is glued to Will’s.
Before he can kiss her back, she eases away and says, “Sorry.”
I snicker into my beer.
Charlie glances at me now. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing to me?”
“Because I kissed Will.” She groans. “He just looked so hot while he was explaining that crazy plot.”
“Yeah, I know. Sci-fi gives him a real hard-on,” I tell her, and Will sighs.
At the word hard-on, Charlie looks at my crotch.
“Why are you looking down there?” I grin at her.
“I don’t know.” She lets out another groan. “I’m just so…”
“Horny,” I supply.
Will chuckles.
“Conflicted,” she corrects.
“Because you’re horny.”
“Yes. Yes. Okay?” Her face turns bright red. “Ugh. I don’t even know why I’m here.”
“Yes, you do,” Will says softly.
Her gaze shifts to me again. “Beckett, did you mean what you wrote in that message?”
“Which part? Actually, it doesn’t matter. I meant every part. So yes, I meant what I wrote in the message.”
A smile tickles her lips. “About how my wild and fearless side is your favorite thing about me.”
“It is.” My voice is gruff, earnest.
She looks at Will.
His expression shines with sincerity. “I’ve never been drawn to anyone the way I’m drawn to you.”
He feels it too, I realize. This inexorable pull toward her. And I feel like I’m watching it in slow motion as he curls his hand around the back of her neck and brings her face to his. My cock swells when he kisses her.
It’s a measured, exploratory kiss. I see his tongue slip into her mouth. The tip of her tongue touching his. Her body arching toward him. She presses her palm to his bare chest, running her fingers over the dusting of hair there.
My dick pushes against my pants, half-mast.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie blurts out, breaking the kiss.
He blinks. “For what?”
“I judged you.” Deep remorse fills her eyes. “I made you feel like you weren’t normal. Both of you. But…I don’t actually feel that way. I wouldn’t have matched with you on the app if I thought you guys were sleazy for being into what you’re into.”
Will nods thoughtfully. “Why were you ashamed about what happened between us? Because you felt regret?”
He has this calming effect on people. Sometimes his gaze bores into you, as if he’s reading your mind, seeing into your heart. Finding all the scattered, broken pieces inside and putting them back together for you so he can show you what the final puzzle is supposed to look like.
“No,” Charlie confesses, visibly swallowing. “I didn’t feel regret. I enjoyed every second of that night.”
“Then you weren’t feeling your own shame. It was external. You felt shamed.”
A crease appears in her forehead. “Isn’t that the same thing?”
“No. If there’s shame or guilt because you truly felt like you did something wrong, that’s one thing. But if you’re letting yourself feel like crap based on other people’s opinions… opinions they haven’t even offered… opinions you imagine they’ll have if they find out… then that’s not shame.” He strokes her cheek. “Nobody has to find out, Charlie. Nothing we do in here ever leaves this house.”
She twists toward me for confirmation, biting her lip.
“Sacred space,” I confirm, quirking a smile.
Her teeth release her lip, and her tongue comes out as if soothing a sting. I want to be the one licking her lip. I see Will’s eyes flare, and I know he’s thinking the same thing.
“So,” he says, “should we keep watching this movie? Or…”
“Or what?” she asks.
“You tell us. What do you want?”
After a long, drawn-out moment in which both Will and I sit on pins and needles, Charlie finally releases an agonized breath.
“I want you,” she says, and then she kisses him again.
There should be a flicker of jealousy, a spark of resentment, that she keeps kissing him first, but all I feel is anticipation as I watch her lips meet Will’s.
He’s breathing hard by the time she releases him. Then she turns around and crawls on the couch toward me. It’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“And you,” she says, her mouth covering mine. “I want you.”
I let her have my tongue, just for a few seconds, a few teasing licks.
“What else?” I rasp. “What else do you want?”
“I want…” Her chest rises as she inhales. She glances toward the window as if to check if the curtains are drawn. They are. She exhales in an unsteady burst. “I want your dick in my mouth.”
Jesus. I don’t even know which one of us she’s asking for, but we both obey. I ease my sweatpants down, releasing my erection. I’m so hard it hurts. On the chaise, Will takes off his pants and tosses them aside, leaving him fully naked, all chiseled abs and tight sinew.
Charlie slides onto the floor in front of me. My heart stops when she grips me, her delicate fingers curling around my shaft to give it a slow, teasing stroke.