Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 (41 page)

I pressed our bodies together, mashing them into his chest a little more. They were tender, but the pain didn’t get in the way of feeling good with him. I lowered myself onto the bed, Charlie still attached to my skin, but now lower, with his mouth latched onto my breast, swirling his tongue over my sensitive nipple. He pressed a knee up between my legs, and I ground down on it. I thrust my hips up and down his leg, dry humping him. I was so close to coming that I was willing to find my release any way I could get it.

Charlie’s lips moved to the side of my ribcage and he started to suck hard, while a hand snaked up and gave some much needed attention to the other breast. The two sensations, the sucking on my ribcage, and the pinching nipple on the opposite side of my body, sent ripples up and down my spine.

I ran my hands down his back and into the waistband. Taking the hint, Charlie pulled back and shimmied his jeans down, then with a wicked glint in his eye, pulled mine down.

“We…we…” I tried to say, thinking about the rice that was on the stove-top. It would be ready soon.

“What is it, Sweets?” he purred, crawling up between my legs, planting kisses on my inner thigh.

Oh, God! What was I gonna say? Oh right. Dinner.

“We don’t have much time. Dinner is on the—”

Charlie grasped my panties and yanked them down my legs. “Then I guess I’ll have to be quick, huh?”

“Fuuuuuck!” I breathed as his mouth clamped over my sex.

He moaned into me, the vibrations dialing up my arousal. Quickly, he slid his fingers in and rubbed that spot. Hard and fast. I started to tremble and quake, my breathing erratic. He sucked hard on my clit and I shot off like a rocket.

“Fuck, right,” he breathed. “You taste so fucking good.” I shivered, my orgasm still washing over me.

He slipped from between my legs and was slipping a condom over his raging hard-on and back over me in no time flat.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Oh, baby. Never readier,” I panted, my pussy still spasming from moments earlier. And in one thrust, a blinding moment, filling me senseless, I gasped. “Oh, God,” I cried. “Fuck! Now!” I pleaded.

Charlie started to ram into me, wasting no time. The feel of him so deep and hard, the sounds of skin slapping, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air, and Charlie’s gorgeous body had my second orgasm ripping through me before I had fully recovered from the first. Then I felt Charlie swell and thrust almost brutally hard and he erupted into me. Panting heavily, his body came down on mine, resting on his elbows.

“Shit,” he managed. “That was… was… shit.” He started to laugh.

The sound and rumble through his chest sent me on the giggle path as well. “Yeah,” I agreed. “I love you.”

He pulled back and pinned me with his eyes. “And I love you.”

S
tarring into her baby blues, I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. She made me so unbelievably happy. She’d scared the fuck out of me when she’d showed doubt earlier. I was gonna have to do something about that. She was it for me. She had me, and not just in bed. But my heart and soul. She completed me.

A
n hour or so later, over dinner, Chase and I talked about the premiere and what I could expect. He showed me the pictures and, as he’d reported, it would be incredible. He again tried to convince me to move in with him, but I held my ground.

We spent the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa watching TV. I’d found an
It Must Be Wednesday
marathon, and he let me watch the half of the episode that was left, but then switched the channel to one airing the movie
Michael Clayton
, starring George Clooney. He told me that one day, he hoped to work with George, so he made it a point to watch any of his movies when they were on. He’d seen this particular movie nine times, he said. I mused that George Clooney had many similar features to my mother’s Jack Stevens.

After the movie, who’s slogan was “The truth can be adjusted,” and was about a man (George Clooney) who was brought in to ‘fix’ a situation in a law firm that was representing a chemical company that the ‘fixer’ knew was guilty. Charlie played ‘fixer’ on his own with me in bed, trying to adjust “our truth.” I had to give him credit for trying. And he earned a
lot
of credits that night.

I woke the next morning, snuggled in Charlie’s arms. There was no other place I’d rather be. My phone rang in the other room, and I let it go, but it was too late. Charlie woke.

“What time is dinner tonight?” he asked, rubbing his morning wood into my thigh.

“Good morning,” I replied and running my hands over his gloriously naked body. “Probably seven,” I replied.

“That’s a lot of hours. How
ever
shall we fill them?” he grinned, sliding his hand down my body and slipping a finger between my folds.

Whew! Morning breath.
“First, we’re going to brush our teeth,” I said pushing him off of me. He laughed and the sound sent tingles into my ears, through my sex, and down to my toes. “Shower after?”

He raced out of the bed and I took the full opportunity to admire his smooth skin and tight ass.

I joined him in the bathroom, and we brushed our teeth, naked, side-by-side, eager to get into the shower. I looked down his body in the mirror and felt myself grow slick with want. His eyes took inventory of my figure in the mirror as well. I noticed his eyes were fixed to one spot on my body, and when I looked, I saw what had his attention. There. On my left side, under my breast. A large purple mark. A hickey!

My eyes flared wide at his reflection.

“Well,” he said after he spit his toothpaste into the sink, “You refused to move in with me or get married, so I had to make you mine,” his face calm and no-nonsense.

I looked down and smiled at the mark.
I was his.
When I looked up, he was at my side, looking at me.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too” I said.

While the shower heated up, Charlie grabbed a hair-brush. Slowly he brushed my hair removing the tangles from our hours of ‘fixing’ sex last night. The room filled with steam, but that wasn’t the only heat. We stepped inside and let the hot water sluice over us. I was reminded of our night skinny dipping at his mother’s place. It seemed so long ago.

Lovingly, Charlie wetted down my hair, and washed it. His hands slid down my slick body, and over my hips. He pulled me into him, letting me feel the full impact of his arousal on my backside. His morning wood had increased significantly. He was so hard, I nearly feared for his health. One hand dove between my legs, while his other came across my chest bracing my body to his, and his hand took my breast and gently squeezed my already pebbled nipple.

The hand between my legs slowly circled my clit, increasing my need with every pass. When he plunged a finger into me, my legs shook and I nearly came. I became excruciatingly aware of the slippery floor under my feet.

“I read somewhere that forty-eight percent of all injuries from sex happen in the shower, you know,” I said, panting and hoping he wouldn’t stop, but letting him know that I
was
afraid of slipping.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned into my ear. “Well, I heard seventy-three percent of all statistics are made up,” he continued. “I’ve got you, Sweets,” he whispered hoarsely. I was grateful when his grip around me tightened, and his fingers down below didn’t slow. I dropped my head back onto his shoulder. “That’s right,” he said. “Let go. I’ve got you.” He continued to stroke and squeeze as his lips consumed my exposed neck. Firmer and faster, urgency and lust grew with each passing second. And without warning, I came like sonic boom. I didn’t just feel it, which
holy hell!
did I feel, but I heard and I swear I saw it.

I turned to him and pulled his mouth to mine. Slow and deep, we tangled tongues. I ran my hands over his head. No hair really to wash on him, so, I soaped his body down instead. As I got down to the six-pack and V that graced his waist, his cock twitched and I watched it throb. I gave Charlie my best wet smile and dropped to my knees. I ran my hands up his legs, my thumbs pressing on his inner thighs, making him groan.

I wrapped my hand down his still soapy member and stroked firmly and slowly. He sucked air in through his teeth when I took his plump, velvety crown in my mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he said. I worked my hand in a twisty motion while bobbing my head with flicks of my tongue on the underside of his straining manhood. Charlie was gently thrusting into my mouth. I could feel untold restraint behind those hips, and I worked my mouth further and further down his shaft. When the crown hit the back of my mouth he ground out through clenched teeth, “Fuuuuuck,” and the grip he had on my hair tightened.

I moaned my own excitement and I felt the vein that ran on the underside of his cock start to pulse. “I’m gonna….Oh, please…Shiiii….I’m gonna….” He couldn’t get the words out, and I drove on like a hungry minx, doubling my efforts. I wasn’t going to stop, not for all the coffee at Starbucks.

When he came, he growled louder than he had any other time. Good. That’s what he gets for not letting me swallow before now. I was no expert at swallowing, but I enjoyed every drop, and was grateful for including pineapple in last night’s stir-fry.

Instead of standing up, I took hold of his cock, and slowly let his orgasm subside. I also latched my mouth to the spot just at the right side of the V that cut his abs so fabulously. I licked and sucked, then sucked some more. After a good minute or so, I sat back and looked at my handiwork. A hickey of my own on his body.
He was mine.

Charlie looked down at what I was looking at. His eyes widened, then his face broke out into a ginormous grin.

He pulled me up and, still trembling, he took me in his arms. He buried his face in my neck. Slowly, I felt his breathing calm. “Phoebe Fairchild, you are unbelievable. And I’m sorry, I don’t normally let that happen. Come in a woman’s—”

“I wanted it to,” I said cutting him off. I didn’t need to hear about his other escapades.

“But I really should get tested. I get tested every six months, but it’s been about six months…”

“You… could get tested today,” I suggested. “I have an appointment at eleven-thirty.” My euphoria started to dissipate when I thought about the ‘trouble’ I was in. “Jenny helped me arrange it. The doctor seemed really nice, I’m sure she’d do that for you.”

Charlie rubbed his hands up and down my back. “You’re okay if I come with you?”

“It’d be better than going alone. I thought about asking my mom, but…she doesn’t know yet, and that would be… But if you don’t want to go, I can—”

“I’m happy to go with you. Phoebe,” he said taking my chin in his hands, and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I was for real when I said I’m going to stick with you through all of this. I love you.”

Two hours later, Charlie and I arrived at Dr. Mora’s office taking the subway. It was fun sneaking around with baseball caps and sunglasses on and spotting paparazzi before they spotted us. Dr. Mora was amazing. She was kind, completely nonjudgmental, and extremely helpful. She was happy to run a full battery of tests—on both of us—since I should get tested as well, seeing that Dickwad Danny was not faithful, and the condom that we’d used
had
failed. She said she’d have the full results back to us in a week to ten days, but on the surface, things looked good.

Next, Dr. Mora escorted Charlie and I to an exam room with an ultrasound machine. I was grateful she let Charlie come along. I didn’t think I could handle this next part alone.

Situated on the table, I laid back and pulled up my shirt. She squirted a cold gel onto my belly and placed a small rounded ‘wand’ in the gel and and started to rub around.

“So, let’s see if we can locate the little peanut,” she said peering at the screen with its grainy black and white image. Suddenly, she stopped and zeroed in on one spot. “Uh-huh,” she said and pressed a couple of buttons on the screen where a small blob was whiter than the surrounding area.

“What is it?” I asked.

“That’s your baby,” she smiled at me.