“You do?”
“Remember that weekend trip we took to Tennessee? You listened to this on repeat the entire time.”
“Oh yeah,” she laughs. “Why did you let me?”
I shrug. “If I knew I was getting some, I was willing to do just about anything back then. We were, what, nineteen?”
“Yeah. It was so hard to get my parents to let me go down there with you. They didn’t think it was appropriate for me to be with you overnight.”
“How’d you convince them to let you come?”
“I pretty much admitted that we were already sleeping together at that point and it didn’t matter if we were alone over the weekend or just an hour.”
“Solid logic, actually.”
“Right? I never got why they cared so much about me being with you at night. And we’d gone through a whole year of college together.”
“We did have a lot of sex then.”
“We certainly did.” Her hand lands on my thigh again.
“We can have lots of sex again.”
“We can,” she says in a level tone. She’s not saying we’re going to go home and get started on that right away but is more stating it as a possibility. I grip the steering wheel and resist moving my legs so her fingers inch closer to my cock. Though if she actually does start jacking me off while I’m driving, there’s a good chance I’ll crash.
She keeps her hand on my thigh the rest of the ride home. We go in and she goes upstairs, carrying a bag of clothes she brought back with her from her parents’ house. I almost told her to bring all her stuff over, but I didn’t want to freak her out and make her think things were moving too soon.
She still intends to move into her own place next month. And she should, right? But she could also stay here with me. Starting a relationship over when there’s already so much history between us is tricky.
We’re not a new couple. We still get each other, even after all these years. Yet those years did happen and rushing back to where we were before just isn’t possible. Still, she’s in a unique situation and needs a place to live.
And I have that place.
I’m overthinking, which isn’t something I usually do. I’m a shoot first, aim later kind of person, and while some may say that’s reckless, it’s always steered me in the right direction.
And right now, I feel like having Charlie move in with me is admittedly a little impulsive, but will put us right where we’re meant to be: together.Chapter 30CharlieOwen isn’t in the kitchen anymore when I come back down the stairs. The house is dark, with the exception of a soft glow coming from the screened-in porch. A single candle is lit and sitting on the table out there, and Owen’s back is to me as he looks at the fountain in the pond behind his house. There’s a light in it, making the simple fountain look much fancier at night than it actually is.
Silently, I slip into the room. The candle is one of those meant to repel mosquitos, and the smell reminds me of summer nights spent on the front porch, both with Owen and my other friends. Life was simpler then, and while I can’t get rid of my adult responsibilities, things don’t have to be complicated.
Owen turns right when I get up behind him, and firelight flickers in his eyes. He takes me in his arms, and my heart skips a beat. I hook my arms around his neck and step in close. Being in his embrace feels so right.
It’s like I never left.
He tips his head down, lips brushing against mine. Heat floods through me, and my eyes fall shut. The rushing of the fountain sounds behind us, and though I know there are other houses nearby, it feels like Owen and I are the only two people left in the world.
And I’m okay with that.
I bring my head up and push my lips against his. That’s all it takes for the spark to ignite into a wildfire, and suddenly, desperate desire takes over me. Owen’s arms tighten around me, crushing me against his chest.
I need to be closer. I need to feel him, all of him.
He slides one hand up my back, grips the base of my neck, and then plunges his hand into my hair. Holding my head like this while he kisses me is intimate and makes me want him even more. His other hand moves down to the small of my back, and he pushes my waist against his.
His cock is just starting to get hard and feeling that monster-sized dick come to life turns me on more than anything else. Knowing that I’m the one getting him off, that I’m the one his cock is hard for…fuck. It drives me absolutely crazy.