Page 7 of Mr. Charming

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Tonight was one of the best nights of our life! I know… I’ve written that before, but I’m serious this time. Tweetie Sorensen from the Florida Fury knocked us over with his charming smile and big dick. God, his dick… magical. I’m not even exaggerating. The man knows what equipment he has and how to use it. The only sad thing is we’ll never experience it again. The two of us didn’t exchange numbers. Mostly because we snuck out of his house after our third time when he was passed out. I know, I know… one of these days, we’ll be the one left naked and alone in bed, but Tweetie knew the score before we hopped in the rideshare. Just in case we ever forget how tonight feels, I’m going to recap it here because believe me, older Tedi, we don’t want to ever forget tonight.

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All the Florida Fury hang out at this restaurant and bar named Carmelo’s, and I scored an invite thanks to Saige (so if she’s sitting in the wheelchair next to yours right now, give her your Jell-O at dinner).

Sure, I had to endure a conversation with Ford Jacobs (that guy is so full of himself), but eventually the torture was over when Tweetie appeared at the table, sliding into the side with Aiden. Ford finally left (thank God).

Tweetie had given me the eye all game. Winking, smiling, waving… and he made promises with his eyes as soon as he got in the booth.

Of course I wasn’t going to just let him keep his distance. I’m not one of those shy girls who waits for the guy to come to them. I take what I want. Tonight, I was going to check “sleep with a professional hockey player” off my fuck-it bucket list, and Tweetie was said hockey player.

I got out of my side of the circular booth and went over to his side. Saige left, Aiden following her (if Saige married Aiden, remind her he was smitten for her even then). Thank you to them because then I had Tweetie all to myself.

It didn’t take long for me to end up in his lap and flirting before he whispered the magic words in my ear, “Come home with me.”

I practically leaped off his lap.

Neither one of us said goodbye to anyone as his hand found mine and he escorted me out of the bar and into an Uber a minute later.

In the back seat, I climbed into his lap again, straddling him this time. He didn’t push me away. He actually welcomed me. His strong hands on my hips tugged me closer, and through my thin pants, I felt his promising bulge. Let me say, I grinded pretty hard on him during that Uber ride. His lips found mine, and my hands dove into his hair.

Tweetie wasn’t worried about the Uber driver at all. I had his whole attention, and oh my, it was amazing. Like the two of us were in our own little bubble. Up until today, no man has ever made me feel the way Tweetie did. As if I was his already and he didn’t want to be apart from me as much as I didn’t want to be apart from him.

He took me to his house since I don’t bring guys to mine (I’m sure you remember the drill).

He was smooth. Never letting my hand go. Leading me up his walkway with a few glances over his shoulder as if somehow my body wasn’t attached to my hand and he was afraid I’d take off. He tightened his hold on me every five seconds.

Tweetie lived in a house on the beach. It wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t the “it” player on the team. If I wanted a guy to take me to a mansion, I would’ve chosen to go home with Ford since he’s the trust fund baby of the group.

After he unlocked the door, he released my hand only to hold out his arm for me to walk in first. It felt like trust, as if he was telling me he didn’t have any demons to hide.

I stepped into his world, and the entire place smelled like him. It was the same scent I was already addicted to. The one I wanted to rub all over my body, hoping I could still smell him the next morning. Yeah, I already had it bad for him.

“Want something to drink?” he asked, leaning along the open staircase at the bottom of the stairs with a mischievous grin as if he was only asking to be polite.

I turned around and walked over to him, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach, and stood right there in front of him. I’ve gotten good over the years at masking the vulnerable girl inside.

Tweetie’s hand cradled my head, and I leaned into his touch. Something happened in that moment when I tilted my head and locked eyes with him. He was staring at my lips, and I felt something shift inside me, but I’m not sure what.

“No drink,” I said.

“Good.” His hand fell from my face, and he squatted down, running his hands over my ass before picking me up by the thighs with the finesse of a professional athlete. He turned and walked me up the stairs.

“I haven’t seen the rest of your house.”

“There’s only one room you need to see.”

A minute later, I was through a door and pressed against a wall. “I like this.”

“I thought you would.”

He grinned, then his lips crashed to mine, and his tongue didn’t wait more than a half second before it was in my mouth. He tasted so delicious, and all I wanted to do was strip down and tell him to do whatever he wanted to me as long as the big dick I’d already felt the outline of in the Uber was part of his plan.

We were barely able to stop kissing to undress, but somehow in the midst of dirty talk, sloppy kisses, and laughter, we undressed one another. The jokes, the lines, the easiness of Tweetie was surprisingly hot.

Still, he never took me to his mattress. He kept a hold of me, walking over to his nightstand, and took out a condom. For the first time in my life, I wanted to ask a guy to go bare, but thankfully, the chemistry between us hadn’t knocked all the sense out of me.

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