I reached for his hand and laced our fingers together. “I think you’ve got it wrong. I’m the one who got lucky the night we met on the beach.”
I let Charlie guide me to the bathroom, where I stripped off my dirty fire suit, compression shirt and pants, along with my underwear and socks. He stared at me as I blushed from my toes up to the roots of my hair, all naked and sweaty and suddenly wishing that I had maybe done a little manscaping. He might like that, right? He was rich. He was from back East, and I wasjust... Well, me.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, Jones Matthews. I am absolutely honored that you’re my boyfriend.” Charlie slowly stripped off his shirt. “I don’t know how you weren’t scooped up by some slutty NASCAR driver or Ollie or—”
I barked out a laugh. “Ollie?”
“Please, he’s so in love with you.” Charlie scoffed as he popped the button on his shorts.
My brows dipped. “We’re talking about the same Ollie? My Ollie? My best friend?” I was so confused right now. I had known Ollie since we were kids, and he had never even... “Are you sure?”
“Why? Do you want to change your mind about us and give him a whirl instead?” Charlie teased, but his eyes had grown darker. “He’s a big guy, much bigger than I am. He might split that ass in half, Bashful.”
I felt my cheeks burn at his words. “No, I just... Ollie’s not gay. He’s...”
He’d always told me I was handsome and held my hand. He was super touchy feely. The two of us had gone stag to prom together while Travis went with his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean...
“Oh my gosh.”
“You see it now, don’t you?” Charlie growled, then stepped closer. “I’ll fight for you, Bashful. I’m not giving you up. You’re mine now. Ollie can’t have you.”
I didn’t want Ollie. That would be so weird, and...no. I didn’t like him like that.
“I’m yours,” Irepeated.
“Yeah, you fucking are,” Charlie murmured. “I’m going to suck your cock in the shower, Jonesy, and then I’m going to let you suck mine. You want that, don’t you?” He reached down to grip my penis with his hand, and I groaned. “You’re always so eager for me, so ready. So, fucking sweet on me. Say it again.”
I met his heated gaze. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours. Don’t you forget it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Charlie
It hit me while watching the race that Ollie might have feelings for Jones. How he kept talking about him.Jones thisandJones that. How proud of him he was. How talented a driver Jones was. How he was going to become a famous NASCAR driver someday and get out of this backwoods town. I saw it in Ollie’s green eyes. The way they lit up when he said Jones’s name. He screamed and cheered louder than anyone in the stands when Jones took the lead, including me. Ollie wanted Jones. They were friends. He knew Jones better than I did. But Jones was mine, and I wasn’t going to give him up without a fight.
“Don’t say anything,” Travis had whispered into my ear. “Ollie would never ruin what the two of you have. He loves Jones, but he’s not...” He glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who was talking rapidly with a gentleman sitting next to us. “Ollie’s not going to make a move. Our father wouldn’t accept him. You understand, right, Charlie?”
Ollie didn’t seem jealous of me. I thought he liked me, and I liked him, too, but I meant what I said. I would fight for Jones. Now that I had found him, I had no plans to give him up.
“Gosh, Charlie, this bathroom...” He spun around in a circle as he looked around the bathroom. “It’s bigger thanmy whole bedroom.” He flushed pink when he met my eyes. “Your tub is separate from your shower. We should take a bath together sometime.”
I rushed over to crush my lips against his, my hands splayed against his neck.Mine, mine, mine.Fuck anyone who tried to get in my way and that included my father, his mother, and Ollie. The soft gasp that escaped Jones’s mouth right before our lips collided made my already-stiff cock jerk inside my briefs, and when our tongues tangled, I wanted to shove it down his throat until I felt his tonsils. His hands clutched at my shoulders as I stared into his hazel eyes, took in his hooded lids, the way Jones let me control the kiss and how he just gave in to me.
“Get naked.” I groaned against his lips. “I want to see this sexy body all wet. I want to put my mouth all over every single inch of your skin. I want to mark and claim you, so everyone knows who you belong to.”
Jones’s lips formed a perfect circle, then he tugged his underwear off. His cock jutted out and smacked his stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum behind. My fingers itched to touch him. My mind screamed at me to drop to my knees so I could take him into my mouth and suck him down my throat until he came calling out my name. But instead, I reached out to drag the tip of my finger over the precum that clung to the tip of his dick and brought it up to his lips. Without hesitation, Jones opened his mouth for me and sucked.
“Fuck, you are so perfect.”
The way he blushed went straight to my already-eager cock. The shyness. His eagerness to please. The hazel eyesand blond hair. This amazing, naked body that I was currently lucky enough to stare at. Jones wasn’t as toned or muscular as I was, but his body was just right. Trim where it should be, with a flat, taut stomach and that little strip of hair that started at his belly button and led me right down to his flawless dick nestled in his pubic hair.
“You’re staring, Charlie. Is... is something wrong?” Jones’s brows dipped.
I shook my head. “No, everything is just right, Bashful,” I assured him. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, okay?”
He gave me his shy smile as I moved to turn on the shower, twisting the knobs to make sure the water was just right. Not too hot, but not too cold. I glanced over my shoulder to find Jones chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at me. I held out my hand, and he smiled at me, big and wide, when he stepped forward to take it.
