Page 58 of Bump and Run
“You left me.”
“Jones, I’m sorry,” he said again.
I whirled around to find he had climbed to his feet.
“Shut up,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You promised. You said you wouldn’t hurt me, that we were going to be together, and then you left. I know you said it was because of your father, but if you really loved me...You wouldn’t... You could have—”
“I fucking died that day, Jonesy,” Charlie cut me off. “I left my heart and soul in that room with you while I packed up everything else. Trust me when I tell you that the hurt you felt was a hundred times worse on my end. You are so damn special. You’re perfect in every way, and I had you. I had you, and I never should have... I...”
My heart shot up into my throat as I witnessed Charlie fall apart. He dropped to his knees, buried his face in the palms of his hand, and I was next to him before I could stop myself. I wrapped my arms around him, cooing into his ear and holding him as tightly as I could. When he finally looked up, his eyes were rimmed with red and the pain that shone through cracked my chest wide open.
“Touch me, Charlie,” I whispered. When he started to object, I placed a finger over his mouth. “Make love to me.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jones
Charlie’s eyes dilated, the darkness taking over the brown. Lust and desire flashed inside his gaze. I know I had said I wanted to take it slow, that I was going to make him work for it, but right now, this was what I needed. What we both wanted. He had taken my heart and run away with it that summer, and now was my chance to get it back. It felt like forever ago.
“Jonesy, are you sure? You said you wanted to take it slow.” Charlie stroked his thumb against my cheek. “We can go at your pace; take as long as you want. There’s no need to rush back into anything.”
I shook my head. “I know what I want, and what I want is you, Charlie. In my bed, naked, and inside of me.” I flushed at my own boldness. “Please.”
A smile pulled at his lips. “Always so polite, my sweet Jonesy.” He slid his mouth over mine.
“Yours,” I repeated as my vision once again began to blur.
I had dreamed about this moment. Charlie coming back to me, telling me how sorry he was and that he still wanted me. That he hadn’t been with anyone else. I knew that last part was too good to be true, but I could pretend.
Charlie nuzzled my neck. “I love you,” he whispered and pulled me against him. The warmth of his body burnedthrough his clothes and into my skin. “I can’t believe that you’re willing to let me back into your life again. I promise that I won’t fuck it up this time. Cross my heart.”
“Charlie, please,” I whined as I chased after his mouth. I was desperate to keep his lips against mine.
He chuckled softly. “Take me to your room, Bashful.” He pressed a kiss against mouth and then I led him back inside the house.
Through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my incredibly boring bedroom. Stark white walls, the dresser that had two drawers open with my clothes hanging out, the unmade bed with the blanket hanging off the side. I should have been embarrassed, but all I could think about was Charlie. And that he was here at my house. That he loved me.
I stared up into his dark eyes, watched the way his nostrils flared, his face full of heat and desire. My body trembled with excitement. Charlie was the only one I had ever been with. Kissed, touched, and had inside of me. I wasn’t that naïve boy anymore, but I was still me. I was still terrified and frightened that Charlie might run again. That I would end up broken-hearted, crying on my best friend’s lap while he told me that everything was going to be okay. Ollie had been right about that. I had survived when I thought the pain would eat me alive.
“Take off your clothes, Jonesy,” Charlie murmured, reaching up to cup my cheek with the palm of his hand. He arched a brow when I continued to stare at him, my heart thumping loudly against my chest. “You need my help?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Mm, I can do that.” He stepped closer, his hands reaching down to grip the hem of my shirt. He tugged it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. “Pants, too?”
When I nodded again, Charlie dropped to his knees. His fingertips danced across my waistband before he popped open the button and slowly pulled down the zipper, his dark eyes glued to mine.
“I dreamed about this moment, Jonesy. About reuniting with you. Getting to touch your body again. Kiss you. Love you.”
My body trembled at his words. Words I never thought I would hear again from a man I thought I had lost.
“Ch-Charlie,” I stuttered, trying to gather my thoughts together.
He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his big palms pressed against my thighs. I still wore my underwear, and they were tented with my excitement.
“You want me to touch you?” Charlie slowly tugged my briefs down my legs. “You want my mouth on you, sucking and licking your cock until you feel like you might burst into flames?”
I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to talk. Words? What were words?
