Page 81 of Charlie Sunshine
“Oh my God,” I say faintly.
She hugs me. “I’m so happy,” she whispers into my ear. “Sohappy.”
“Why?”
“Because no one knows him like you, Charlie.” She swallows. “No one will ever care for him like you. I know he’s safe with you.”
“He is.”
“And you’re safe with him. It’s perfect.” She turns to Misha. “Don’t fuck this up, Misha Lebedinsky.”
“Me?” he says indignantly. “Why would I fuck it up?”
She arches her eyebrows. “Because Charlie is the loveliest man you’ll ever meet. You won’t find anyone like him ever again. He’s also immeasurably better tempered than you.”
Misha shakes his head. “Shows what you know,” he says.
“I am better tempered,” I protest.
He pats my cheek. “Course you are, dear. Course you are.”
Jackie laughs. “Oh, this is so brilliant. We’re going to have so much fun. The girls and I will show you our outfits and then we can see the two of you in your suits.” She leans closer. “They’re serving champagne.”
Misha watches as a sales assistant wheels over a huge rack of clothing. “Oh, what a wonderful Saturday morning,” he says sourly. “That champagne had better be in a Nebuchadnezzar. It’s the only way I’ll get through this.”
“Drama queen,” I say affectionately and let him draw me into his family.
FIFTEEN
CHARLIE
I crouch over Misha, panting and riding his cock hard. I can already feel the tell-tale tingle in my balls, and I lean back, clutching his thighs and feeling my hair hit the sweaty skin on my back. “Oh God,” I groan.
I spread my legs wide and strong hands grip my hips, guiding the fast and dirty grind I’ve instigated. Misha grunts as I squeeze my muscles tight around his cock. “Fuck,” he mutters and gives a low stuttered groan as his cock jerks inside me. I watch his face contort, his mouth open as he pants through his climax, and then I close my eyes as he grabs my dick in his big hand, and I spurt over his fingers.
For a long few minutes, the room is silent as we lie panting and occasionally groaning as aftershocks hit us, and then I grab the base of his cock, securing the condom as I lever off him.
We both moan, and I collapse into the sheets next to him as he removes the condom and ties a knot in it before throwing it into the bin next to the bed.
“I’ll clean up in a minute,” I mutter.
“No need.” He grabs the base of the duvet and dabs my stomachand hand before wiping his dick. I chuckle and he shoots me a look, his eyes bright in his face. “What?”
“Haven’t you ever read any romance novels, Misha? This is the point at which you’d go into the bathroom and get a wet towel and then clean me tenderly.”
“How do you clean someone tenderly?” he asks, mystification rich in his voice.
I smile. “I’ll give you a clue. Not with bedsheets.”
“Charlie, we’re going to stick this in the wash today anyway, and it’s king size.” He spreads his hands and shrugs. “Better than an itty-bitty Kleenex. At least you’re properly clean and not lying in a wet patch.”
He reaches over and adjusts the massive pile of books that have quickly accumulated on my bedside table since I’ve been spending every night in his bed. “This is like the Leaning Tower of fucking Pisa, Charlie,” he says disapprovingly. “One day, this will collapse and fall on you. It will instantly knock you out, and it will all be the fault of you and your bookworm tendencies, and I shall make sure to tell you that.”
“I need to read them,” I protest. “They’re the Printz Book Award entries.”
“Even worse,” he sniffs.
I look at him and smile. “You don’t like the Printz Award? Well, quelle surprise.”
