“No,” I breathe.
“Then get on my dick, loser.”
I smack his chest, laughing. Then, I grip his pierced dick and slide down over him with aching slowness. Panic has stolen my breath, but he doesn’t lift his hips to force himself inside. No, his loving eyes assess my every expression.
“I love you,” he reminds me. “Even if we never fuck again. I’ll just eat your pussy all day every day. I’m cool with—fuck!”
I shut him up by dropping all the way down on him. His big dick impales me, but in the best possible way. The fire between us is a blazing inferno, burning off the frayed, horrible memories. All I feel and see and know is him.
His fingers rub against my clit as I ride him, grinding against him in a needy way. I come before he does, a sharp battle cry, clenching around him as I do. A growl rumbles from him, my only warning before he floods his release into me. Exhausted and depleted of energy, I fall gently against his muscular chest. He strokes my hair as I listen to the thumping of his heart against his chest. His dick stays inside me where it belongs, still half-hard despite coming.
“I love you, Charlie girl. Never letting you go,” he murmurs, somehow always seeming to mirror my thoughts.
I lift up to stare down at him. My blond hair curtains around our faces. “What’s with the Charlie girl?”
“Sounds nicer than loser, loser.” His playfulness fades and he strokes his thumb along my jaw. “I had a dream once. When I thought I hated you.”
“A sex dream?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “All I know is you were on top of me just like this. Staring at me like I was your everything. The two of us lost in our own little world.”
“Were you mad?”
“Later, hell yes. Right then, no. In my dream, I thought you were fucking perfect. I called you an angel.” He kisses my lips. “You told me to call you Charlie girl.”
“A silly dream.”
He strokes my shoulder. “Nah, angel, not silly at all.”
“Call me Charlie girl,” I say with a smile.
“I don’t think it was a dream,” he murmurs. “I think it was a memory. It just hadn’t happened yet.”
Cal
This is not how I expected to spend Christmas Eve. I’m slightly annoyed because I had an entire romantic night planned for my fucking girl. Little Hoodlum had to go and fuck that up.
“How is it that your scowl is even hotter than your actual smile?” Loden asks, nudging my foot with his.
I lift my gaze to find everyone staring at me, amusement in their eyes. “What?”
“You should put that on your résumé when you apply for modeling jobs,” Loden says. “Maybe you should take your shirt off and walk around so I can give you some tips.”
Turning to look at Charlotte, I frown in confusion. “What the fuck is he going on about this time?”
She laughs. “Everyone is happy the baby is coming, but you’re mad. They’re just giving you shit.”
“I’m not mad the baby is coming,” I argue. “I’m mad that she decided to come tonight. I’m going to nickname her Cockblocker.”
“Because that’ll go over well with Jordy,” Hollis deadpans.
“You’d rather bang my sister-in-law than be here for Roux’s baby?” Roan asks, his pierced brow lifted. “You’re an asshole, man.”
Charlotte threads her fingers with mine. “My asshole.”
I lean in and kiss her neck that’s now bandage free. “Sorry. My mind is on other shit.”
“You okay?” she asks, running her fingers through my hair.
I shrug.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Later, loser.”
“So romantic,” Loden says with a laugh.
I flip him off, darting my eyes to the clock. How long until this damn baby gets here?
“We’re going to take a walk,” Charlotte announces. “Call me if anything happens.”
She stands up and pulls me to my feet. After we put on our coats, I follow my fucking girl like a lost puppy. We head outside where it’s snowing. Again. Fucking winter.
She walks us to my truck and then pulls down the bed. It’s ridiculous to sit out here in the snow, but she seems content on it. I grip her hips and lift her up to sit on it. Pushing her knees apart, I stand between them. Her nose turns pink quickly from the cold. I should stop being a pussy and go back inside.
I can’t, though.
I’m nuts about her and had this whole night planned for us.
Looks like I’ll have to improvise.
“I guess I’ll be the next dumbass Hoodlum to get married.” I take her cold hands in mine.
She laughs. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” I growl, fishing the ring box from my pocket. “I had a whole romantic thing planned, but then Cockblocker up there decided to show up.”
“Cal!” She giggles, but her eyes are shining with delight.
I flip it open to show her the ring. It cost me, too. I’ll be paying back Dad until I’m dead most likely. I don’t care, though. She’s worth it.
“Charlotte, my beautiful parasite,” I murmur, kissing her cold knuckle. “You stole my soul and my heart. Might as well steal my last name too.”
“Wow,” she breathes. “Don’t quit your day job to become a romance writer. You kind of suck. Lucky for you, I understand your asshole language and am quite fluent. Yes, Cal Hutton, I will marry you.”
I slip the ring on her finger and yank her to me, kissing the fire out of her. I love this girl more than anyone in my entire life. She’s it for me. When we break for air, she pulls away, running her fingers through my hair.
“I’m still in high school.”
“So?”
“I want to marry you, but I also want to do things for me, too.”
“I’d never dream of taking anything from you. You know that.”
She nods. “I do.” Tenderly she touches her neck. “After…after what happened, it solidified one thing. I do want to be a doctor like Dad. I’m going to want to go to medical school.
