Level up love, p.16
Shattered Pieces (Emerald Lake Prep #3), page 16
“Come here.” Ethan says, pulling me into his arms. I break, letting the tears flow and the sobs break loose.
Ethan holds me as I let myself break for the loss of my son.
“Sorry.” I say, letting out a shaky laugh after I’ve cried myself dry. “I kind of soaked your shirt.” I point to the wet spot on his black tee.
“That's okay. What's a few tears and some boogers between besties.” He grins, and just like that, I'm smiling again, breaking into a fit of laughter.
“Alright, enough of that. Show me some photos.” I grin at him.
He shows me all the photos that Leah sent him and a few videos too. By the end of it, I’m all mushy and excited for my baby cuddles tomorrow night.
“Ugh, he's just so cute!” I say.
“Who’s just so cute?” Charlie asks from the kitchen door.
“Mason, Ethan’s son.” I smile at my beautiful girl.
“Oh, baby photos? Show me!” She squeals.
Ethan shows her everything he just showed me and she lets out a bunch of ‘Awws’ or ‘Oh my god, he's so adorable!’
“So, are you all done with your little baking date?” Charlie asks, sticking her finger in the bowl that has the leftover caramel in it and scooping up a finger full before sucking it off. My eyes follow the movement, watching intently as she works her finger clean and all I can think of is that tongue of hers with all the amazing, mind-blowingly talented things it can do.
“Her eyes are up there.” Ethan says, moving my head for me so that I'm looking into Charlie’s eyes. Charlie grins around her finger before pulling it out with a pop.
“Not in front of the boy, dirty girl.” Charlie purrs.
My cheeks flush, and I bite my lip.
“So... you're the new bestie? Are you sure that's all you want with my girl? Because, I mean, if it was more I’d be supportive like I have been with all the others; but damn, there are already enough guys. I’m drowning in dicks, and not in the fun way that Emmy is.”
“Charlie!” I yelp, gaping at her.
Ethan laughs. “Nope, just besties. But, I mean, sure, if I was into girls, Emmy would be top of my list.” He winks at me, and I grin.
“Wait. What?” Charlie’s eyes flash with surprise. “You're gay?”
“Yup.” Ethan smirks.
“Fuck, yes! I always wanted to have a gay bestie.” Charlie cheers while fist pumping the air. “You do have enough room for another one, right?” She asks, but it isn’t really up for discussion. Charlie is about to adopt my Ethan, and there is nothing he can do about it.
“Fine, you can join our little merry band of misfits.” He sighs dramatically.
Charlie whoops and high-fives me. “Look, Babe, there's actually a guy we get to share.”
“Oh my god.” I laugh. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“You could always spank me?” She shrugs nonchalantly, dipping her fingers into the bowl again to take another taste. She moans this time trying to get to me, and it's working.
“Well, this was fun, and I can't wait to taste the sad tower of cream puffs we made tomorrow, but right now we gotta go.”
I go to drag Charlie out of the room, but stop when I realize the mess we made that still needs to be cleaned up.
“Go.” Ethan says. “I got this.”
“No, I made the mess too, I'll help clean it too.”
“It’s okay. I'll blast some music while I clean, and it will be done in no time.”
“Really?” I ask, chewing on my lip, feeling like a shitty friend.
“Yes, go. This is my way of making you feel better for what happened earlier with Mr. Jackass.”
I let go of Charlie's hand to give Ethan a hug. “Thank you, you're the best. And thank you for just being there for me.”
“Always.” He grins.
Chapter 15
Emmy
“Do you have any idea what I had to promise those guys in order for them to let me have you for the night after what happened earlier?” Charlie asks, opening the door to our room.
Following behind her, I close and lock the door. She tosses the room key on the table beside the door and turns to me.
“Umm, no?” I laugh.
“Get this... I had to bribe them with cookies. Freshly baked cookies. Like children! But did they all want the same kind? Noooo! Of course not, that would be all too easy.” Charlie says dramatically, flopping back onto the bed.
Biting my lip, I hold back a giggle as she keeps going.
“Oliver demanded chocolate chips. Ben requested red velvet. Talon would only accept snickerdoodles!" She says, exasperated. "And do you know what kind Tyson wanted?” She asks, moving up on her elbows, face dead serious.
“No.” I giggle again, biting my lip.
“Oatmeal. Oat-fucking-meal! Oh, and here's the kicker, not oatmeal chocolate chip, no, oatmeal raisin. RAISINS! What is he, 70?”
I burst out laughing. The look of disgust on her face is hilarious.
“I like oatmeal raisin.” I shrug. She looks at me like I have three heads, and I erupt into yet another fit of giggles.
“You're crazy, and maybe a little weird.” She says, getting off the bed. “But those are just some of the many things I love about you.” She grins, pulling me into a heated kiss before pulling back and heading to the bathroom leaving me dazed and confused.
The tap to the tub squeaks, and a smile slips across my face. “I'm gonna run us a bath. Then we can snuggle and watch a movie before bed.” She calls out to me.
Yeah, as much as I’d love that. I have a better idea. Bath, and lots of sex. She's been so amazing with letting the guys have any of our free time since I’ve been able to have sex again, but tonight's gonna be all about my girl and me for a change.
She starts talking about a conversation she and Felicity had on the phone about Felicity's new school, and how she and Miles are trying this long-distance thing. I try to pay attention, but I'm too busy stripping off my clothes until I'm fully naked.
“You know, we’ll have to invite her down this summer. It would be easier for her just to come here-” Charlie starts but cuts off her words as she takes in my naked body, leaning against the door frame.
“Well, hello.” Her eyes darken with desire. She stands up from the side of the tub and stalks towards me.
A flutter in my belly starts to break into thousands of butterflies the closer she gets to me. The look of hunger has me rubbing my thighs together as my pussy starts to pulse.
She slowly looks me up and down, committing every inch to memory.
“You wanna know something?” She asks, trailing the tips of her fingers down the curves of my breasts.
“W-what?” I ask, gasping as she takes the pad of her thumbs and brushes them over the tips of my nipples, making them pebble.
“Every time I look at you, think about you, my heart feels like it's going to explode from all the love and happiness you bring me, that I want to bring into your life.” She looks from my nipples up to my eyes. My heart starts to pick up at the intensity of the emotions shining bright in her captivating green eyes.
“Charlie.” I breathe, my eyes tearing up a little.
She steps closer, pressing herself against me. “I’m so proud of you. Of how hard you love. How strong you are. The fact that you will go to the ends of the earth for the ones that you love. You are what I strive to be. The hero our daughter gets to grow up alongside. You, my Queen, are perfect in my eyes. Faults and all. And these.” She says, trailing her finger down the stretch marks on my breasts, to the ones on my belly, and down to the scar on my side, only stopping when she gets to the ones on my legs.
“Are just bonus beauty marks on an already stunning masterpiece.” She whispers against my lips, before biting my lower one that's trembling at her words.
Fuck. Fuck! How the hell am I so damn lucky to call her mine. I don't deserve this amazing woman, but I'll be damned if I ever take her for granted for even a moment.
“I love you, Charlie.” I whimper as she starts to kiss down my neck.
“There are no words to describe how I feel about you, but love will have to do. I love you too, my Queen.” Her breath tickles my skin, making my body quiver with need. I feel like everything is humming with energy with every touch and caress. She kisses down my cheek sucking and licking as she goes, stopping when she reaches my peaked nipple and taking it into her mouth.
Moaning, I toss my head back against the wall with a thud, not caring about the pain because what she is doing is far too good for me to care.
Her tongue swirls around my nipple before flicking it with the tip as one of her hands trails down the side of my body to grip my ass cheek, and the other slips between my thighs.
“Mmmm..." She hums against my breast, releasing my nipple with a pop. “So wet for me." She groans as she pays attention to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment, while slipping her fingers into me.
“Charlie.” I moan, my knees threatening to buckle as she starts to pump in and out while using her thumb to play with my swollen clit.
“You know, I’ve never cared too much for my name, but when you say it, especially like this... fuck, it's the best damn name in the world.”
She kisses me, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before plunging her tongue into my mouth.
I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her head, holding her as close to me as I can, not letting her go, not wanting to end this kiss.
When she pulls back we're both panting, her eyes are half-lidded with desire, a mirror image of mine.
She takes a step back, her gaze never leaving mine, as she starts to remove her clothes. She slowly pulls down her leggings and my eyes follow, taking in every inch of her creamy thighs.
Tossing her pants to the side, she takes off her top next and I lick my lips as I take in her sexy body, standing there in only a thong and a bra that pushes her breasts up just right.
It takes everything in me not to go over there and shove my face between them. She unhooks her bra, letting it slide to the floor, and my eyes zero in on her raised nipples. Next to go is her barely there underwear.
My eyes go wide as I take in the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her perfect pussy. “You dyed your pussy purple?” I laugh in disbelief.
“Yup." She wiggles her eyebrows. “Thought I'd have the carpet match the drapes." She winks.
“Fuck, I love you. Marry me.” I say it jokingly, but her eyes tell me that she wishes I wasn't.
“You wanna marry me, Miss Knox? Make an honest woman out of me?” Charlie bats her eyelashes.
“When life calms down, and no one is out to get me.” I smile. “Yeah, I really would.”
Her face explodes into a giddy smile. “Come." She says, holding out her hand. “Let's take that bath while the water is still warm.”
Grasping her hand in mine, she helps me into the tub. I moan as my body settles into the water. “God, I love hot baths. We need a hot tub when we get our own place. I'll never want to leave.”
Charlie slips in behind me, pulling my body back so that I can settle against her as she wraps her arms around me.
“Thank you.” I whisper, closing my eyes and relaxing.
“You had a shitty day. I thought a relaxing bath might help." She says. I tilt my head to the side so that it's resting back against her shoulder. Her lips trail across my skin as she peppers light kisses down my neck.
“You know what else would help me relax?” I ask her.
“What?” Her lips grazed my neck before kissing me again.
“This.” I take her hand that's resting on my thigh and slide it down between my legs.
“I can help with that." She growls, her tone telling me she wants to do very dirty things right now, and I want whatever she's willing to give.
She slips her fingers inside me, thrusting a few times before pulling out and rubbing my clit.
“Charlie.” I moan, already needy and desperate for some kind of release from when she got me all worked up, just before the bath.
“Shhh, My Queen. I got you." She murmurs against my neck.
She massages my breast with her free hand, pinching and pulling at my nipple as her fingers continue to work magic on my pussy.
It doesn't take me long before I feel the heat curl low in my belly, my orgasm teetering on the edge. Just as I'm about to hit my highest point before falling into my climax, she pulls her fingers free.
“Nooo.” I cry at the loss. “I was so close.”
Charlie laughs. “Get behind me, against the back of the tub." She instructs me. Narrowing my eyes at her, I do as she says, hoping that whatever she plans on doing gives me some sort of release.
“Put your arms over the edge and use the sides of the tub to hold you up.”
“Hold me up for what?” I ask, but get my answer as she lowers herself in the water and moves until my legs are draped over her shoulders before rising up a little. My arms grip the side of the tub just in time for her head to disappear between my legs and surprise me with the intensity she brings to her task at hand.
I toss my head back with a cry of pleasure when her mouth moves upwards, and finally makes contact with my sensitive bundle of nerves. She sucks it into her mouth, and the sensations exploding through my body has me gripping the tub harder as I use all of my strength to lock my legs around her head, holding her face to my pussy.
She laughs as she pries my legs off her, placing them back in the tub.
“Babe, I'm gonna need to be able to breathe if I'm gonna make you cum." She grins.
“Sorry.” I pant. “You're just really good with your mouth.” I huff out a laugh.
“Turn around, on your knees, lean against the edge of the tub, ass facing me.”
Really needing to fucking cum, I do what she tells me to, yet again.
Once my ass is in the air for her, I wait. When nothing happens, I open my mouth to ask her what's going on when I feel something start to push inside me.
“What the-” I stop mid-sentence, moaning as it starts to vibrate.
“Maybe I got tired of being the only one that doesn’t have a dick to fuck you with." Her husky voice purrs into my ear as I feel her press against my back.
She thrusts her hips forward, causing me to groan at the mixture of her filling me and the dirty talk she whispers against my ear. All of it just raises me higher and higher and makes it hard to focus on anything.
“Do you-” She pulls out, taking my breath with her before she thrusts back in again. I struggle to think, to speak, but the one thing I know with full certinty is that the fake cock inside me feels so fucking good. I try again to put the puzzle pieces together. “Do you have... are you wearing... a strap-on?” I barely manage to ask between heaving breaths, trying to suck in air.
“Double-sided." She pants as she starts to pump into me.
“Fuck.” I cry as she angles it in the right spot. “That’s so fucking hot.”
We talked about using one, and we both agreed it was something we wanted to try, but we never got the chance to do it with everything that's been going on.
“God, this feels so fucking good." She moans. “I can never hit this angle with a dildo.”
“Fuck me, Charlie.” I beg, and she does. She fucks, finding a rhythm that works for both of us.
We're both panting and moaning by the time I feel my orgasm building again.
“I'm gonna cum.” I cry. “Fuck! Please don't stop this time.”
“I won't.” She grabs my hips, adjusting herself a bit. “I'm close too.” Her fingers dig into my skin and the pain just makes me wetter.
“Yes.” I pant. “Yes, god... YES!” I grip the edge of the tub so tight that my fingers turn white. I scream out Charlie's name as I cum hard. She holds my hips to keep me from slipping as she continues fucking me. A moment later, she finds her own release.
“Fuuuuck!” She cries, her forehead hitting my back as she grips me for dear life, twitching out her orgasm.
Our breathing is ragged, and I feel like my body is boneless. Charlie pulls out of me, and falls backwards in the tub. Exhausted, I clumsily turn myself around and slip into the water.
“Wow.” Charlie says, taking the strap-on off and tossing it out of the tub. It hits the ground with a thud, making me burst out laughing. “Look. I'm not into dudes; hell, I'm not even into other women anymore. You are the only person who turns me on. But, fuck, I think I’m missing out." She breathes, running a hand down her face.
“Well.” I say, moving over to her, draping my body over hers and placing a kiss on her lips. “How about next time I fuck you.”
“Yes, please.” Her eyes light up.
We get out of the tub on shaky legs and dry off. Charlie tosses me a shirt and panties and we dress before climbing into bed together.
“Do the guys ever have dick measuring contests?” Charlie asks as she strokes my hair. My head is on her chest, and I feel so relaxed, just listening to her heart beat.
“Um. No?” At least I don't think they do. Is that really a thing? “But I'm sure they have compared sizes before.” I think back to how Oliver knew what size Tyson is. I'm sure the others have had the same conversation.
“Good. I want in on that." She states, matter-of-factly.
“What?” I laugh.
“And I'm gonna brag about how hard you came on my dick, just like they all do.”
“You're nuts.” I giggle into her chest.
“I mean it is a pretty good size. I think the box said seven inches.”
“Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble babe, but the guys are eight, and Tyson is ten.”
“What?!” She says in disbelief. “You mean you've had bigger than what I just fucked you with? God, even with that I felt my insides take a beating. I'll be sure to set up a nice funeral for your pussy after Tyson finally gets his hands on you. Poor girl won't ever be the same.” We both dissolve into a fit of giggles before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
