Charlie has turned the other way and is bundled up in the comforter like a burrito. I’m not able to take my eyes off her. I trail my fingers along the bedpost as I mindlessly walk to the bathroom attached to the room.
Before I shut the door, I check on her one last time. Then I lock the knob just in case she hears me and feels the need to kill me.
Can’t be too safe.
I flop my back against the door and press the palm of my hands against my eyes, wishing I was the kind of man that didn’t make everyone else’s business his own. My life would be simpler, but probably not as fulfilled.
Tossing the plastic bag on the toilet seat, I grip the edge of the counter and lift my head to stare at my tired reflection. Bloodshot eyes, dark circles. I haven’t shaved, but the short beard is a look. I might keep it, I think to myself as I run my palms over the stubble.
Fuck, I don’t even have the energy to get undressed, but I have to. I need to shower. My fingers can hardly grip the laces as my eyes begin to hood, but I manage to untie them and kick my boots off. I reach behind my neck and grab the collar of my shirt, tugging it over my head and onto the floor. My pants are next, my flaccid cock hitting the side of my thigh since I’m not wearing any underwear.
I don’t like how constricting they are around me.
The shower stall is glass with a gold handle, and I have to put a bit of my weight into it to get it open. I step inside and that’s when I notice the floor. It’s copper. I squint my eyes to get a better look at it, then peek my head out of the door to see that the entire floor is made up of pennies.
That’s really fucking cool and creative. I would have never thought about doing that, but now I want it in my room once I have one.
There isn’t a regular faucet for the shower. There’s a touch screen against the wall and the showerhead is in the middle of the ceiling above me. It’s wide and long enough to shower two or three of me. There’s also a claw foot tub in the corner. Mercy obviously didn’t spare any expenses since it’s large enough for a football player.
The hot water cascades down over my head, soaking my hair instantly. I groan as my muscles relax and the pressure beats against my neck. Oh my god, I never want to leave this shower stall.
I place my palms on the wall and hang my head, enjoying the near burn of the water. I stretch my neck and close my eyes, thinking about the day, thinking about everything. I thought I’d be in a different spot in my life. Honestly, I thought I’d have a few kids and a woman to love, but right now, I’m just another biker coasting through life and being there for everyone else.
Damn it, is it so wrong to want someone to be there for me?
A forbidden image of Charlie enters my mind, a thought I shouldn’t have. But the more I try to deny her, the more I think about her. My cock hardens imagining her body sprawled out on the bed, her pale skin covered in freckles in all the right places for me to kiss.
One on her shoulder.
Two between her breasts.
And if I’m lucky three on her inner thigh.
I’ll kiss every single one I come across until she’s panting and arching her back, begging me for relief.
I reach for my cock and second guess myself. Do I really want to do this?
My hand creates a tight vise and I throw my head back, a low deep note echoing off the bathroom walls. Fuck yes, I want to do this, and my thoughts are my own, that’s all that matters. No one needs to know how much I want Charlie.
Especially Charlie.
I stroke myself hard and fast, similar to how I like to fuck and moan again, slipping my thumb over the tip. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten off and it’s time to change that.
“Charlie,” I whisper a bit loudly and pinch my lips together to keep from slipping again. I want to chant her name into her ear and let her know how good she feels around me. She’ll be stretched to the brink, stuffed full of me, and dying for release.
“Damn it. Fuck, oh that’s it. Fuck yes,” I pant, staring down at my throbbing cock. It’s red, the vein protruding as the blood rushes into my shaft, stretching the muscle as large as it can go.
The whimpers and pleas that will leave her lips will set me on fire and I’ll pound ruthlessly into her tight heat, claiming it as mine, showing her how good she’s supposed to feel. She’ll come around my cock and I’ll thrust and bury myself to the hilt, coming at the same time she does.
I pound my fist against the wall as my orgasm slams into me. I paint the wall with thick white streams, taking a deep breath as I whimper from the sensitivity.
The intensity of the orgasm only lasts a second before the empty feeling inside my chest returns. I guess that’s all I’ll ever have, moments of short-lived pleasure before reality sets in.
Pleasure is always short-lived; it’s love that lasts a lifetime.
I roll over in bed and the sun peeking in from the blinds sears the inside of my eyes, causing me to flip over again. This bed is so comfortable, so soft, and I have room to stretch out since I have the bed all to myself.
My eyes snap open at the thought.
I have a bed all to myself…
Oh god.
I’m locked in a room again. I’m in trouble. I begin to breathe hard and touch areas of my body to see what hurts, but when I don’t feel any too alarming, I become confused. “Wha—What is going on?” I whisper to myself and finally take a look around the room.
I’m not home.
I don’t know where I am and I know I should be scared, but all I feel is thankful. I haven’t slept so well in so long and I think it’s because I’m always scared to close my eyes. I never know what Kenneth will do to me.
My neck throbs at the reminder and I touch the spot where he choked me.
I gasp when I remember what I did.
I bought a gun.
I was going to shoot him, but I decided to kill myself instead.
Oh, God.
I cover my face with my hands as my emotions hit me all over again. I almost ended my life because of Kenneth. I can’t believe I sank so low for me to get to that point. I let Kenneth’s venom poison my mind.
“Hey,” a soft, yet deep and tired voice has me turning my head and dropping my hands from my face.
“Wesley?” I say his name instead of his road name, I don’t know why. It feels more intimate after he saw me at my worst.
“I’m here. I said you wouldn’t be alone.” The bed dips from his weight and he tugs my hand gently to pull me closer. I don’t fight him. For some reason I can’t seem to understand right now, I go willingly and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re okay, Cupcake. You’re okay,” he coos into my ear, the rumble of his voice vibrating against my chest.
“It happened? It really happened?” I ask him, pulling away so I can see his face.
God, he is handsome. I know I shouldn’t think like that, but he is. I’d give anything to run my fingers through his messy bed hair or stroke the whiskers across his cheek. He has full, plump lips and the top one is defined, a natural line outlining the shape. His nose is straight and not too big and his eyes, his eyes are what have me rethinking about how my life could have been. They are a rich brown with shades of gold and flecks of garnet.
“It did, but I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it, okay? We all have our moments of weakness. I know you’re going to feel guilty and nothing I say is going to change that. Only time and forgiveness for yourself. I got there in time and that is all that matters.” He wipes a tear from my cheek with the wide pad of his thumb and it’s been so long since I’ve been touched delicately that I lean into his hand.