Page 83 of Bump and Run
“Charlie.” My vision blurred as I remembered that night. The one where I gave him everything and he told me he was mine.
He helped me back to my feet. “I wanted a do-over, Bashful. To right the wrong that I did, and—”
I smashed my mouth over his before he could finish. I didn’t want to think about that, I only wanted to think about now and our future. All the things we could accomplish. Together. Only when I tasted tears that weren’t mine, I pulled back.
Charlie gave me a sad smile. “I don’t deserve a second chance.”
“That’s not true,” I assured him. “You didn’t have a choice, and I understand that now. Charlie, baby, you deserve the world.” I wiped the tears from his cheeks.
He sniffed and gave a soft chuckle. “I don’t deserve you. I hurt you, and I will never forgive myself for losing that time with you.”
“I don’t blame you. Not anymore.” I kissed him again, and this time he gripped my hips as he walked me backwards.
Charlie pushed me against the wall. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my jaw and neck.
“I love you, too.” I whimpered as his mouth left hot, wet marks behind on my skin. “Charlie, please.”
He shook his head. “Not yet, Bashful.” He planted a kiss against my lips again. “Let me feed you first.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread over my face, nearly splitting it in two. “I hope you got something good.”
Charlie chuckled as he guided me over to the blanket, helped me onto the floor, and then joined me, crossing his long legs in front of him. “I might have.” He opened the basket and produced a container of lasagna.
My eyes were wide as I stared at the food before I met his eyes. “You remembered.”
“I remember everything, Jonesy.” He leaned forward to kiss my nose.
I had so many questions. “But how?”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Charlie placed a napkin and utensils before me and then grabbed some for himself. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched me, and I couldn’t stop myself from climbing over to sit next to him.
I reached across the blanket to grab my food and rested my head on Charlie’s shoulder. “I don’t want to be that far away from you again.”
“I would have to agree with you.” He pressed a kiss into my hair. “Are you going to let me feed you?”
I giggled as I sat up. “You can do anything you want to me. Just say the words.” I blushed as the words slipped from me but sighed happily when Charlie’s lips found mine, his hands in my hair. He pushed me down onto my back and blanketed me with his heavy body.
We kissed for what felt like forever. It was messy and sloppy as our tongues tangled together, but I wanted more. I shamelessly rubbed against Charlie, the friction against my penis sending jolts of pleasure up my spine and straight to my groin. I clung to his shoulders, silently begging him tostrip me naked and have his way with me. Make me scream his name.
“Stop,” Charlie warned as he pinned my hips down. “You need to eat first.”
I pouted as he sat up, and I joined him. “Fine.”
“You’re such a brat sometimes,” he teased and kissed me quickly, then served up the food. It smelled like heaven, and my empty stomach growled. His brows shot up. “Let me guess, you didn’t eat breakfast.”
I shrugged. “I was too excited. I couldn’t eat. I didn’t want to chance throwing up all over myself. That would have been embarrassing.”
“Eat, Bashful.” Charlie pointed to the plate and then picked it up, grabbed a fork, and cut off a piece. “Now.” He lifted it to my mouth.
Warmth spread through my body as I opened my mouth. Charlie placed the lasagna against my lips, and I happily accepted it. I knew I was blushing, and I was suddenly sweating, but I knew that Charlie liked taking care of me. He wanted to make sure I never went without, that I had everything I needed and that I was happy.
Luckily all I needed was Charlie to secure all those things.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Charlie
I forced Jones to eat his lasagna and then I surprised him with two white-frosted cupcakes. One for me and one for him. The happiness in his hazel orbs sparkled like the sun. I decided that now that I had him, now that Jones knew how much I loved and cherished him, that I would surprise him like this at least once a week. Maybe one day I could slip a real engagement ring on his finger, one that you could see from space. Or bring home a puppy. Or buy him the world.
