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“Charlie, I don’t know if you realize what you’re saying to me right now—"
“Yeah, I do. Fuck me, Burke. I want to feel you lose control like I just did.”
Every thought drained out of my head. There was nothing but Charlie’s naked body beneath mine, nothing but red-hot desire coursing through my veins. I pushed into her as far as I could go.
“Yes,” she whispered and tipped her head back, closing her eyes. “Harder.”
I pumped into her only twice before every last ounce of restraint collapsed. I gripped her shoulders and buried my face in her breasts, not in the slightest bit of control over the speed or depth of my thrusts. I was fucking her too hard, I knew it, but Charlie moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Yes. Yes. Mmm, Burke.”
My name on her lips sounded like a breathless supplication. She begged for me to fill her faster, harder, and I swear to god I saw stars when I came. As my orgasm ended, rational thought rushed back in, and I quickly pulled out of her. “Did I hurt you, Charlie?” I was out of breath as I rolled off of her and pulled her back into my arms. “Are you okay?”
Her beautiful, delicate body trembled against me. Shit. I was too rough. But then she laughed and flung her arms around my neck. “Fuck, Burke. That was amazing. That right there was why I never slept with a stupid guy my age. I wanted to be fucked by a man. I wanted it to feel good the first time and blow my mind every time after that.” Her soft lips caught mine in a rough kiss, reminding me that she wasn’t nearly as fragile as she looked. “I’ll get better, too. I’ll learn, and then I’ll start blowing your mind, too.”
I tangled my hands in her hair and teased her lips with my tongue. “You’re already perfect, Charlie.” And she was. Charlotte Cox was perfect inside and out.
“Do I make you lose your mind, Burke? Do I make you crazy? Do you want me so bad it hurts? Because that’s how I want you.” Charlie’s voice trembled, and her gorgeous blue eyes searched mine.
I pressed my lips to her neck and took her earlobe between my teeth. Then I whispered, “Yes, Charlie. All of that and more.”
19
Burke
Evan walked into the bar and gave me a smile and a wave. I flooded with guilt.
“Hey, man. How was your weekend?” He removed a chair from a table, setting it right-side-up.
I rubbed my beard. Fucking amazing, dude. I had your pretty little sister blind-folded in my bed. “Uh, fine. You?”
Evan shrugged. “Sienna had a girls' weekend with some of her old friends, so I was on my own. I spent most of my time here. Did you have your daughter all weekend?”
I cleared my throat and wiped down the bar again, even though I’d already finished before Evan arrived. I needed to keep my hands busy. “Nope. She was visiting her grandma.”
“Sweet. So you had some time to yourself.” Evan continued arranging chairs. Why the hell was he being so chatty? “What do you like to do in your downtime?”
Your sister. I blew out a long, slow breath. “I like to build stuff. I’m working on a desk for my daughter’s room.”
“Very cool! Woodworking or welding?”
“Woodwork.” I did my finest woodwork on your baby sister. I am an asshole, boss-man.
“My dad taught me a little about welding when I was in high school, but I’ve always wanted to learn about woodwork, too. Maybe you can teach me what you know some time.”
“Sure thing, boss-man.”
Evan laughed and ran a hand through his pretty-boy hair. “Don’t call me that. It’s weird.”
The front door flew open, and Sienna entered, followed by my cutie. Charlie caught my eye and gave me a flirty little smile. I winked at her and felt my cock stiffen. Our little exchange went unnoticed because Sienna and Evan were already making out.
“Missed you, babe.” Sienna smiled and kissed him again.
“I missed you, too.” Evan gripped his fiancé’s ass and kissed her neck.
“God, Evan! What is your fucking deal with PDA?” Charlie flicked his ear as she passed the groping couple.
Evan and Sienna reluctantly broke apart. “Sorry,” they both mumbled. They fell back into each other’s arms and shared a much more PG kiss, and Charlie headed straight for the bar.
“Hey, cutie. How’s it going?” I smiled at her, but not too much. Evan wasn’t paying any attention to us, but I didn’t want to raise suspicion. It was Charlie’s place to tell him, not mine.