“Fuck,” I said, holding back my swiftly approaching release. There was something so hot, so forbidden about letting go and existing only for Charlie’s pleasure, especially when he was too needy to even stop and take our clothes off. “I’m close.”
“Me—too,” he choked out. “It’s—oh, fuck!”Charlie’s hips kicked into mine, spasming uncontrollably while he shuddered and pulsed against me. To my surprise, a wet patch formed on the front of his joggers, and the thought of Charlie being so overwhelmed, so turned on just from dry-humping that he came in his pants had me coming inmypants.
I panted and groaned into his neck, squeezing him so tight he couldn’t have disappeared even if he tried. By the time my own release soaked through, we’d created an unpleasant, tacky mess between us.
I kissed his cheek and ran a hand through his soft hair. “Alright?”
“Mmhmm,” he mumbled, tucking his face farther into the crook of my neck.
I chuckled. “We’ve gotta get up and change, baby, or we’re gonna get uncomfortable real quick.”
He peered down between us, that impossible color still high in his cheeks. “Sorry for dirtying your pants.”
I pulled his chin up to look at me. “That was the single hottest experience of my life. Don’t apologize for coming all over yourself in my arms, because if I have it my way, you’re going to be doing that again,” I peppered a kiss against his cheek, “and again,” his nose, “and again,” his mouth.
“You’re good at that,” he mumbled with a pout on his adorable face.
“Good at what?”
“Smooth-talking me.”
I laughed. Deep and full. “I promise you, I’m not. I just know what I want, and I want you. All the time.”
He eyed me before shuffling off. I stood too, following his movements a bit helplessly, like a string pulled tight between us whenever we grew too far apart.
I wasn’t going to say that weird, needy shit out loud, though.
“Right, I’ll warm up some water to clean off,” I said.
Charlie grinned at me. “You do that,” before he blinked away, reappearing a second later back in his normal clothes, sticky cum pants a pile on the floor.
I glared at him. “Not fair.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The day passed quickly, with the sun melting away most of the ice and snow by mid-afternoon.
We received an updated weather forecast that the warm air that’d finally pushed the snowstorm out of the mountains would usher in a tailwind of potentially severe thunderstorms. We’d need to prepare for overtime during the evenings and this coming weekend.
I didn’t mind. With Charlie and me tag-teaming the hourly passes and logs, it didn’t feel monotonous, and I didn’t resent the extra time on the clock.
I also didn’t mind finally being able to touch him all the time.
And kiss him.
And feel the way he melted beneath my hands when I teased along the small of his back.
“Mmph…”he moaned, leaning into where I pressed a kiss into the soft patch of skin behind his ear. I turned him to face me, and he easily folded into my arms, breathing each other in.
“Reece?”
“Hmm?”
He tucked his head more solidly against me. “Remember when you said you could find people on the internet? Like, look them up so you can talk to them?”
“I remember,” I said quietly.
“I think I’m ready for you to look for my family, now.”
