Page 57 of Sweet Anarchy

I don't think he'd be able to handle that.

"How did it go?" Chuck asks as I walk in my bedroom.

I blink at him sprawled out on my bed with snacks. "Just make yourself at home."

"I am, babe," he says back casually, popping a piece of dried apricot into his mouth. "I really like your bed."

Laughing, I crawl onto the bed, laying on my side across from him. I grab a few of his snacks, stealing them and shoving them into my mouth. "It went fine. I still don't know what I want to do. But I'm considering options."

"Options are good," he nods. "Just do whatever makes you happy."

"That's the problem, Chuck. I don't know what makes me happy. It feels like every time I start to take one step forward, I get pushed three steps back."

Chuck reaches over, grabbing my arm. My eyes trail over his tattoos, following them up his arm until I find his eyes again.

"What makes you happy right now?" he asks.

"Being here with you guys," I say without hesitation. "You four are the only thing keeping me together right now. Like my anchor in rough seas."

He picks up the snacks, clearing them off the bed and putting them on the floor. When he's done, he moves over to me, holding himself above my body. "You were my anchor too when I was in hospital."

I reach up, resting my hand on his cheek. "I thought I had lost you again. You're an idiot for pushing me out of the way."

"I'd take a thousand bullets for you, babe," he murmurs.

Pushing up with my hands, I kiss him. He moves his lips against mine, still holding his weight up.

"You should be resting," I tell him, breaking the kiss.

"I'm fucking done resting. I've been waiting for you and if I don't have you soon, I'm going to lose my mind."

He curls his arm under my back, pulling me up against him before smashing his lips back to mine. I try to argue but he shoves his tongue into my mouth, silencing me.

I give in, kissing him back. Chuck and I have always used sex as an escape, a distraction from our pain. We both need it right now and he's right, it's been too long.

My hands grab his shirt, ripping it over his head. He pulls me up onto my knees, pulling back just long enough to push my blazer off my shoulders and take my blouse off.

He kisses my neck, the stubble on his jawline brushing against my skin. I tilt my head, reaching down to his sweatpants. I tug the waistband, slipping my hand inside. I'm too desperate to wait to touch him, my fingers curling around his cock.

Apparently, he's just as eager as me, because he flings me onto my back, shoving my pencil skirt up my legs. It bunches up over my hips, exposing my black thong. He stares at it for a few seconds before grabbing it in his hand, pulling the material so firmly that it rips.

Chuck grabs my thighs, shoving my legs towards my head and dives down, burying his face into pussy. He attacks me so aggressively, his tongue burrowing into my folds and sliding up to my clit.

I rest my feet on his shoulders, my hands grabbing his hair for support as my body shakes.

"Let me touch you," I beg.

"I'm not finished tasting you yet," he growls, digging his fingers into my legs before sucking my clit into his mouth.

I whimper, my hips squirming as he doesn't let up. The sensations shoot through me so rapidly, I can't even think straight. His hands move from my thighs, pushing my hips down as he holds me still.

The lack of movement heightens the pleasure, his tongue going to town on me as I fight against him. I push against his shoulders, my back arching off the bed but he shoves me down again, my body hitting the mattress.

He swirls the tip of his tongue around my clit, going around and around in circles, until my orgasm flies through me. His hands continue holding me down, forcing me to ride out the wave on his terms.

I feel the pressure of his weight ease up and I kick him back gently, moving forward as I push him onto his back.

"That was mean," I tell him. "Now it's my turn."

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