Page 130 of The One I Hate
I pull her in tighter as the countdown hits five. “You have no idea how much I love you.”
“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”
The band starts playing the traditional New Year’s song as people kiss their loved ones and the kids go crazy with the noisemakers and confetti cannons. Before we know it, a mass of pink balloons float down from the ceiling, causing an uproar of cheers.
“Hell, yes!” Wes says as he’s the first one to congratulate me. “Welcome to the world of being a girl dad.”
“Glad to be here,” I say before accepting hugs from Oliver and Shane. Izzy, Betsy, and Amelia have Charlie wrapped in a group hug.
I think this is the first time I’ve seen Charlie with them. I wasn’t expecting for this sight to hit me like this. But it is.Because Charlie’s part of this group. This family we’ve made for ourselves. She’s one of them. One of the girls.
The ones who made us whole.
Betsy brought Wes back to life after his divorce, and she’s the mom his kids deserved after growing up with the Wicked Witch. Izzy showed Oliver what love was after years of searching. And Amelia? She might have been our sister growing up, but now I know the real reason she was with us. It was because she was meant for Shane.
Then there’s Charlie. She was truly the missing piece to my puzzle. She makes me want more. She makes me want to be a man who thinks about more than himself and what building or house he’s buying next.
This is it. Our family. Our foundation. Charlie not only completed me, but our group.
This is it. This is us. Forever.
“Hey,” Charlie whispers in my ear. “Follow me.”
I can’t object before she takes my hand to lead me off the dance floor. We’re stopped by congratulations with every step, but that doesn’t stop her. If anything, it makes her speed up more.
“Bug? Are you okay?”
She doesn’t answer; she only picks up speed. Before I know it, she’s opening the door to what I believe is the coat closet. “Pants off, Banks.”
I know she can’t see how big my eyes are. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I hear the click of Charlie locking the door as my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. Before I know it, Charlie is in front of me, her hands working to loosen my belt. “Sex. Now.”
I’ve heard about second trimester pregnancy hormones. I’ve read about them, Wes warned me, and the Facebook group I’min for expectant fathers has had numerous posts about this. But I didn’t know if it was real.
“Charlie, while I love you, and will never turn down sex, you know we’re in a closet where people are probably going to need coats sooner rather than later?”
Her hand is down my pants and beginning to stroke me. “Well, then, we better hurry up.”
Any protest I had dies on my tongue as Charlie pushes my pants down and falls to her knees. The only sound that comes from my mouth is a muffled f-bomb as Charlie begins sucking me like her life depends on it.
If I ever get bored with the feeling of this woman’s mouth on me, then someone needs to take me out back and end it all.
I want this. Her. For the rest of my life. I want sneak-away trysts in closets. I want to make love to her in our bed. I want to have six more kids. I want her to walk down the aisle to me.
I want everything. And I want it with Charlie.
“Up,” I command, pulling her off me and if I could see, I’d bet I could see her spit still coating my cock. “I need inside you.”
Charlie doesn’t hesitate, she stands up and I turn her around, leading her to a wall as I suck on her neck. My hands pull at her dress and bra, bringing them down so her fantastic tits spill over.
“Hold on.” I push the coats aside, giving her a base to hold onto. “This is going to be quick.”
“Please…”
I let go of her only long enough to push her dress up and slide her panties down. I slide a finger along her pussy to find it already wet for me.
Like she always is.
