“I mean, I know it was my first blowjob, but I tried my best. You sounded like you enjoyed it. You said I was doing the best job, and that I was a good boy.” His nostrils flaredas his ears turned pink again. “I can get better. I just need to practice.”
“What?” I gasped, dropping the towel. “You’re kidding. I’m not... I’m not mad at you, Jones.”
He raised his head to look up at me from under his lashes.
“Fuck, that was amazing. I shouldn’t have been so stern. I wanted you to dry off so I could get you into my bed. Return the favor. Put my hands and lips all over that beautiful body of yours. Hold you. Tell you what a good boy you are.” I smiled when his lips twitched. “You like that, don’t you?”
Jones nodded. “Yes, Charlie, I like it.”
“You’re my good boy,” I murmured and grabbed his hand so I could lace our fingers together. “Sometimes I get carried away and get bossy. I’m not mad at you, and I fucking loved the way your mouth felt wrapped around my cock. So very much.”
I tugged on his arm so he would come closer. Jones stepped toward me, and I quickly dropped his hand so I could wrap my arms around him.
“I thought I did it wrong.”
“There’s no wrong way, Jonesy. You were perfect. You’re always perfect.” I pressed a kiss into his wet hair. “You’re my good boy.” I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. Jesus, he really liked that. “Let’s finish drying off and go into my room. I think it’s my turn to return the favor.”
He nodded at me when I untangled myself from his arms. “Charlie?”
“Yes, Bashful?” I dragged my thumb across his cheek.
That shy smile spread over Jones’s face. “If I’m yours, does that make you mine?”
I hadn’t assured him of that, had I? I had only told him I would fight Ollie for him if it came down to it. Made him say he was mine.“Yes, yes, it does.”
“Then I’m your good boy, and you’re my Charlie.”
As Jones slowly dried himself off, a tingly feeling began to spread throughout my body.
I liked how that sounded.His Charlie.
Chapter Fourteen
Jones
The next morning, I woke up pressed against Charlie, and memories began to flood my brain. The way he had called me a good boy in the shower. My first time giving him a blowjob. The way he attacked me the moment we got to his room by shoving me onto the bed and climbing on top of me to return the favor. My penis twitched between my legs at the memory. He had said he was mine.My Charlie.
I wanted to keep him. Forever.
I stared at Charlie while he slept. The way his dark lashes brushed against his skin, his mouth slightly agape, and I couldn’t resist moving closer to brush my lips against his, over the mole I had become so obsessed with. My heart thumped loudly against my chest. I knew Charlie wasn’t going to stay here forever. He was going to go back home, go to school, but he said I was his, too. He wouldn’t lie about that, would he?
Tears stung my eyes. Shucks, this was silly. I couldn’t get so attached to Charlie if there was a chance I would lose him. But I knew it was already too late. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his beachy scent, and when Charlie wrapped his arms around me, a soft laugh escaping his throat, I felt content again.
“Are you always so snuggly in the morning? Because I’m here for it.” His voice was tinged with sleep. Throaty and husky, but sexy as heck. Just like he was. When I didn’t answer, he combed his fingers through my hair. “Everything okay, Bashful? You’re not having second thoughts about last night, are you?”
I sniffed softly. “No, of course not.”
Charlie pulled back and tipped my head up. “Are you crying?” He dragged his thumb under my eye to collect the moisture. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to leave, Charlie. Go home and leave me behind.”
“I am, but we can text. Call one another. FaceTime. I’ll come back for the wedding, Christmas, or maybe you can come and visit me. You’ll love Christmas in Boston. There are so many amazing things I can show you there, Bashful. I promise you won’t even know I’m gone.”
I nodded. “Okay.” But doubt niggled into my head, anyway. That girl was waiting for him. Other boys who were more experienced than I was.
Charlie swiped at the tears that continued to fall. “Jonesy, beautiful, you’re breaking my heart.” He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me against his chest. “How can I make this better for you?”
I hated crying in front of Charlie. I didn’t want to appear weak or for him to think I was obsessed with him—which I kind of was, but I liked him too much to lose him now. There wasn’t much I could do about him leaving. I couldn’t stop him from going home or our parents from getting married or the fact that we were going to be stepbrothers.
