Love Me Again (Stonewall Investigations Blue Creek 1)

His passion for animals had always been strong, and it clearly hadn’t waned.

“Any more tattoos?” I asked as Charlie came back, the falcon flying away on silent wings.

“One,” he said and lifted up his shirt. Underneath his belly button, in a bold script, was the word “Willpower.” “I got it after my accident—well, ‘accident,’ I guess. There were a few weeks after I woke up that I really felt like giving up. I was in constant pain, on top of the shit I was dealing with my memory loss, and I just wanted to give up. Then I remembered a saying—I’m not sure exactly where I got it from, but once I remembered it, it changed everything.”

“What was the saying?”

“It was ‘Even if you’re lacking power, you never lack will—'”

“Use the will and you’ll find the power,” I said, completing the saying.

“Exactly. How’d you know?”

I gave a gruff laugh. “Because I’m the one who used to say it to you.”

Charlie’s eyebrows jumped halfway up his face. He set his glass of wine down on the table and turned to me. “Shit, so I remembered something, then! I’m not a lost cause.”

“You never were a lost cause, Char.” I gave him a dimple-forming smirk. “Even when I thought you were.”

It was Charlie’s time to give a gruff laugh. He picked his wineglass back up and drank, sinking back into the couch. His knee tapped against mine, and I thought he’d move his leg back, but he left it, his leg resting against mine, both of us man-spreading in a way that would be inappropriate for a subway but perfect for right now.

The mood began to shift. Wine and laughter were flowing, two of the world’s biggest aphrodisiacs. Mix in a second chance at getting Charlie’s naked body underneath mine and consider me sprung.

“Oh damn, I love this song,” Charlie said, moving side to side on the couch. He lifted his glass and started to sing along.

I turned the music up and shot a wink at Charlie as I stood. The mixture of top-shelf red wine and fresh mountain air made me feel playful, and this weekend trip was all about following my urges. I swung my hips and started dancing to the song, the sultry singer providing the perfect background to my swaying.

Charlie clapped, eyes wide as he smiled and said, “All right, okay, I didn’t know Mr. Romero had all these moves in him.”

As if his words were gasoline to the fire, I started dancing even wilder, tossing my head back and grabbing my chest, rubbing my stomach while grinding my hips to the beat.

Charlie spurred me on. “Get it, get it, that’s it, drop it, lower, lower, ohhh shit.”

I couldn’t get any lower, dropping to my hands and knees, grinning devilishly as I popped my ass up and down to the song. Charlie’s eyes almost bulged right out of his skull.

Speaking of bulges—Charlie clearly liked my dancing. Those tiny light blue shorts he wore looked even smaller now that his dick was fighting for space.

I got back on my feet. As hot and lust-filled as this moment was, I also felt a heaviness creep into my chest. This was Charlie Marsh, the boy who broke my heart.

Could he be the man to fix it?

Only one way to find out.

14

Charlie Marsh

Austin had me hypnotized. It didn’t matter that he moved a little off-beat or that the view behind him was straight out of a postcard. My eyes were glued to Austin and all of his six-foot-three figure, his hips swaying side to side, his hands rubbing himself up and down, lifting his shirt and highlighting a washboard set of abs.

“Take it off! Take it off!” I shouted so I could be heard over the music.

Austin listened, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it over his head. His pants hung low on his hips, showing off the V-muscles that dipped down toward a heavy-looking package. I licked my lips and sat back in my seat, grinning as Austin dipped down into a squat. He bounced to the song until the beat changed, and I started to cheer. He dropped onto his fours and pushed his ass out.

Then he started to grind on the floor, his body moving in undulating and hypnotizing waves.

I clapped loud and leaned in, cheering him on. “Get it, Austin, get it!”

He dropped lower and rolled onto his back. His moves left my jaw on the floor and my underwear feeling way too tight.

Austin opened his legs and rubbed, thrusting up to the sky. There was a mouthwatering bulge forming in his crotch, making my dick twitch against my thigh. I pressed my legs together, not bothering to cover how excited I was getting. My shorts were tight, and the light blue did nothing to hide my growing boner.