Page 460 of Not Over You

“Benji,” Charlie calls after me, “where are you going?”

“I have something I need to do.”

“Wait!”

I push open the door with her rushing up the steps behind me, but I need to tell my brother. I know he’ll be pissed, but—

I’m in the doorway when I stop. Archer’s at the bottom of the stairs. His bags are beside him on the floor, and he has a set to his jaw I’ve only ever seen in the mirror.

Charlie steps beside me, and her fingers slip between mine. My brother lowers his attention to our hands, not seeming surprised in the least.

“Archer,” I start, but he cuts me off with a shake of his head.

One side of his mouth twitches before he gives a harsh half-smile, and then he clears his throat. “Great. You’re both here, so I only have to say this once.” His nostrils flare, and I realize he’s trying to keep himself in check. Somehow I feel more like his younger brother in this moment than ever.

“Charlie told me everything already, so we’re not going to rehash it now. Just know I need some… time. To deal with this. To…” He huffs out a breath. “I just can’t stand to be around you two right now.”

Then he dips down for his bag, and I have to clench my jaw at the look of hurt in his eyes. But there’s more, and when he stops beside me, opposite of Charlie, and he cups his hand over my shoulder, I know we’ll be okay. Eventually.

“Be good to her,” he says.

Archer walks out, leaving us behind without another word.

Charlie tightens her grip on me when the door closes. She leans against me, her cheek against my bicep. After a few seconds, I sigh and pull her to me. She hides her face in my chest, but I slip my fingers beneath her chin, gently tipping it up until she looks at me. I brush my lips over hers before I tell her, “He’s already forgiven us.”

She shows me an adorable little pout. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Because I already would have,” I say with a smile.

I kiss her, and then my hands slide to her ass. She squeaks when I lift her up, and her legs wrap around me.

“You really mine?” I ask.

She smirks. “Pretty sure I always have been.”

I start up the stairs with her, my mouth on her neck, and she laughs. It swirls in my chest as I reach the hallway. I set her down, backing her toward my room, while I work at the zipper on the back of her dress. She’s already got my tie off and my buttons finished when I open the door. I kick it shut behind me, shrugging off my shirt. Her dress drops to the floor, and I drag my tongue over her collar bone while stripping her out of her bra.

When it drops to the floor, I rake my gaze over her. She has her teeth buried in her bottom lip, a knee bent where she stands in just a black thong. Fuck me. My mouth collides with hers, and I groan, cupping her breast in my hand. She works on my pants while I dip down and suck a puckered nipple into my mouth, dragging my teeth over the sensitive flesh.

She lets out a whimper, and I trail my tongue lower, dropping to my knees in front of her. I look up at her, locking her golden eyes with mine as I press a soft kiss to the center of her panties. Her head falls back as I slip my thumbs beneath the material and peel them down her thighs until they hit the floor at her feet.

Dragging my nose up her slit, I lift her leg over my shoulder. Her hands thrust into my hair while I devour her, my fingers sliding in and out of her until her legs shake. She drops her head forward, my name on her lips when she comes.

She’s still catching her breath when I lower her onto the bed. I shove down my boxer briefs and run a hand up my length while I look at her, blissed out and spread out on my bed. Fucking most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.

I put a knee on the bed and lean over to the nightstand for a condom. Charlie sits up on her elbows, her teeth in her lip again while she looks at me. But fuck if my eyes have left her body either. Her tits rise and fall with her rapid breaths, her one leg bent to the side, giving me a glimpse of what I already miss.

I rip open the condom and roll it on before crawling over to her. My lips drop onto hers, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Hers dances with mine, her hands pulling at me as I settle between her legs. I press into her then, slowly sliding all the way in until she moans. She locks her legs around me as I rock in and out of her, keeping my eyes on hers while she lifts her hips to meet mine.

We move together the way I always knew we would. I groan and thrust harder, faster, not sure how I lived so long without being inside her. When I flip us over, she lets out a surprised gasp, but I grab her hips and start moving her up and down. She plants her hands on my chest and takes over, riding me, staring down at me while she finds the perfect rhythm to drive us both crazy.

“Fuck, you look so good up there, baby.” I dig my fingers into her thighs and thrust up inside her, jerking her down harder.

Her breathing goes erratic, and her head falls back, her back arching.

“Come for me, CJ,” I say, my voice raspy from barely holding on.

She clenches around me while I grip her waist, pounding into her from underneath. When she comes, she cries out my name, and I can’t hold out any longer. I fuck her the way I’ve needed to, hard and fast, deep and completely.

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