Page 253 of The Grand Duel
Desperate for herself and her ability to hold it together another day and not shatter apart the second we break away, simply becoming one with the mess on the ground.
I pull back, lips swollen, eyes heavy, my heart pounding. I go to open my mouth.
“I love you, too.” He kisses me. “More.”
His cock is hard against me, and as we shift, he groans.
“I could kiss you all night, baby,” he mumbles against my lips.
“You have forever, Charlie boy.”
He pulls back, eyes searching, hope sparking deep in their depths.
Does he really think I’d leave him?
That I’d ever give up on him?
“Then, now, and tomorrow.” I press up against him, his hard body a wall to my softer curves. “Although, I won’t protest if you want to be greedy with me tonight.”
He shakes his head, smiling. “My greediness knows no bounds. Be careful what you wish for.”
I smile against his mouth, his body rippling against mine, teasing.
“I wish it.” I bite my bottom lip. “Be greedy.” I reach up and wrap my arms around his shoulders, whispering against his lips, “Fuck me, Charles.”
I yelp as he lifts me in one swoop, his hands grasping my ass. I laugh, arching my back as he flattens me to the cold tiles.
“What’s the matter, Lis?” He chuckles against my throat. “Is this not what you wanted?”
My cheeks ache at the smile in his voice, and it makes my heart burn.
His happiness makes me happy.
I readjust and pull him back by the hair, pretending to frown. “I’m just not sure it’s in yet.”
His chest rumbles as I grin. He drops his head back, laughing with me.
When he lifts his head, I purse my lips, simply loving the shit out of him. Of this moment.
Our smiles are lost as he eases his cock inside of me, and when I wince again, it’s not because of the cool tile.
Charlie
“Scarlet can’t ever know about this.”
I smile down at where Lissie lies between my legs, her head on my chest. “No. She’d be mortified.”
When we eventually made it out of the shower, the pie was burnt. Lissie managed to get the top off and decided our only option was to eat the filling. And so, we did, opening a pack of tortilla chips and using them to spoon out anything salvageable.
We’re now lay on the sofa, the fire burning, with the dogs sprawled out below us.
“Question,” she says softly. “Do you think Scarlet will ever tell Ave about Lance? When she gets older.”
I sigh, smoothing my hand through her damp hair. “Maybe. Scarlet’s already made him a huge part of her life. I can’t imagine she’ll ever lie to her if Ave grows curious.” It’s something I’ve thought about in the past—Ave learning and understanding that her dad is in prison. “Why do you ask?”
She shakes her head slightly. “No real reason. I was just thinking about it the other day. If he doesn’t allow visitation, and that doesn’t change, Ave could be fully aware of him before he is of her. As she grows up.”
I fight the shitty feeling that comes with that reality.