“Barely.”
“Thank God. I thought I was going to live through Gerald’s Game.”
Laughter ripples through me. Only Charlie would make such a comment. I roll off her but keep her cocooned within my embrace. “Are you telling me you couldn’t rip those panties?”
She pouts. “I could, but I’d hate to ruin them. They’re so pretty.”
I bring my lips to hers, unable to resist the temptation she dangled in front of me. Anything she does that brings my attention to her mouth makes me want to kiss her.
I’d keep savoring her, but Charlie turns her face away.
“You’re not starting this again while I’m still bound. I can’t feel my hands.”
Remorse pierces my chest. I didn’t stop to consider what staying in this position for too long would do to her. “Does it hurt?” I ask as I untie her from the headboard.
“A little.” She rubs her wrists, then opens and shuts her hands. “The bite on my shoulder hurt more.”
Shit. I glance at the mark, feeling really bad about it. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I shake my head. “Ah hell. I’m an idiot.”
Charlie laughs as she reaches for my face. “Relax, babe. I was just teasing you. It only hurt a little.”
Relief washes over me. “Thank God. I really liked when you bit me, so I wanted to return the favor.”
Her eyebrows pinch together as she narrows her eyes. “What are we now, a couple of vampires?”
“Hey, you started it.” I kiss her nose and then jump out of bed to get rid of the condom.
I could toss it in the trash bin in my room, but I need something from the bathroom—painkillers. Now that the heat of the moment has passed, I can feel the consequence of my reckless decision. The pain isn’t as sharp as when I returned from the hospital, but it’s not great either. I hope I didn’t buy myself another week on the bench.
“I knew I shouldn’t have removed the sling,” Charlie says from the door.
She’s leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, still fully naked save for the boots. My cock stirs awake again at the sight.
“If you hadn’t, I would have done it myself.” I turn around, ready to go for round two.
Charlie’s gaze slowly travels down my body until she sees I’m locked and loaded once more. Her lips curl into a satisfied grin. Wordlessly, she unfolds her arms and walks over. I swallow hard, my pulse already accelerating at the promise of more good times. She stops in front of me, not breaking eye contact.
“What do you have in store for me now, my dear lord conqueror?”
“What?” I try not to laugh, but how can I when my crazy girl keeps saying stuff like that?
“I’m on the losing side. I’m at your mercy, remember?”
“Oh, that. Hmm. I have a few ideas.” I kiss her shoulder where the love bite is still red.
She shivers beneath my caress.
“Are you going to share them?” she whispers.
“Yes, dear, I will. Let’s get back to bed. The night is young, and we have a lot of catching up to do.”
An annoying blaring sound wakes me from a pleasant dream. Still refusing to acknowledge the noise, I drag a pillow over my head. Charlie moves next to me, and a moment later, the noise ceases. I sense a shift on the mattress, so I blindly reach for her, curling my arm over her stomach.
She snuggles against me, and I begin to drift once more into dreamland.
“Troy,” she whispers.
“Hmm?”
“We have to get up.” She traces circles over my chest, pebbling my skin.
“No we don’t. It’s Sunday.”
“Exactly. Your grandma is expecting us.”
Ah hell. I had completely forgotten about it. We did promise to visit, and I can’t say I’m not coming now. Charlie will go without me, and that will earn me the title of the shittiest grandson alive.
“Ten more minutes.”
She makes a tsking sound and then frees herself from my hold. I’m too tired to fight to keep her in bed with me. I expect her to get up right away, but instead, I feel her body slinking lower on the mattress. The hand that was playing with my chest also moves down until it wraps around my cock. I hadn’t even noticed I was already sporting morning wood.
“Charlie,” I moan against the pillow.
She doesn’t answer with words; she licks me from base to tip before her mouth covers my shaft.
“Fuck.” My hips buck ever so slightly, but then I relax against the mattress and let Charlie do her thing.
My God, my girl has an expert tongue. I swear it feels like I’m inside her pussy and not her mouth. But she has a mean streak too. She keeps bringing me close to the edge and then slowing down right before I’m about to come. I’m close to flipping her over and taking control of the situation.
“Babe, you’re killing me. Also, we’re going to be late.”
She lets go of my erection with a wet pop but keeps her hand wrapped around the base. “No we’re not. Watch me.”
I pull the pillow off my face and place it under my head so I can better do as she commanded. “I’m watching.”
She smiles wickedly at me before resuming her task. It doesn’t take long for her to bring me to the point of no return. Her ministrations combined with the visual of the most beautiful girl in the world sucking me into oblivion do the trick. I throw my head back and let out a guttural sound as I come into her mouth. Charlie keeps sucking me while pumping me with her hand until I have nothing left to give. With a shudder, I sink back into the mattress utterly spent. Honestly, I didn’t think I had it in me to have an orgasm this morning after the all-nighter we pulled.
“All right. That was your ten minutes,” she says.
I open my eyes to glare at her. “There’s no chance those ten minutes are gone.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re awake now.”
I sit up, grabbing her by the waist to drag her back to me. “Yes, but I’m hungry.”
“Fine. Let’s get breakfast, then.”
She still doesn’t get what I have in mind. “I have all the sustenance I need right here. Come on, babe. Sit on my face.”
Her cheeks go from pink to tomato red in a split second. “Really?”
“Yeah. Don’t make me beg.”
She grins. “Like I would.”
Twenty minutes later—we showered first, it didn’t take me twenty fucking minutes to make my girl come—we head down to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. I sit on the stool and watch Charlie work her way around the kitchen like she’s racing.
“What’s the hurry, sweetheart? It’s not like we told Grandma a specific time.”
“I want to beat traffic.”
“There’s no traffic on Sunday.”
She pauses to give me a droll look. “You’ve clearly never visited Ophelia on a Sunday. It’s prime visitation day. The place will be packed, and we might not even find a parking space if we arrive there late.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize families visited the residents that often.”
“They don’t, only on Sundays. I’m not sure why.”