Chapter Four
Jones
I swear I was asleep for five minutes before my alarm went off. It took me only seconds to remember why I hardly had any sleep. Charlie’s mouth on mine. His naked body in the water. The way he touched me and made me come. I smiled as I twisted myself around to turn off my alarm. He liked me. He wanted to spend the day with me. I sighed as I clutched the sheet to my chest. Charlie had said I was beautiful.
That alone had me climbing from the bed, padding to the bathroom, and stripping off my clothes to step into the shower. My weenier was already wide awake. I stared down at it while I thought about Charlie with his dark eyes and hair. The way he looked at me. Lord, I just wanted to have him do everything to me. My penis liked that idea. It twitched and reminded me of what it felt like when Charlie twisted his fingers over the head.
I bit my lip to keep quiet. I wrapped my hand around myself as memories flooded me. How he looked naked in the moonlight. His tongue in my mouth. His lips on mine. When he told me I was pretty, that he wanted to do it again. That he wanted to put his mouth on me. Heat moved over my body, flooded my senses, and then I was coming. I moaned Charlie’s name and painted the walls with myclimax before it dripped down and disappeared down the drain. The warm water ran down my head and over my shoulders as I realized how obsessed I had already become with Charlie after only knowing him for such a short amount of time.
As I washed up, I wondered how this would end. Would Charlie want to continue to see me once he went home? Would he think my dream of becoming a NASCAR driver would be just that, a dream? Did he know anything at all about NASCAR or racing? Would he think it was stupid or say stockcar racing isn’t a sport? Some people thought it was just a bunch of rednecks racing around in circles for hours. But it wasn’t. I worked really hard to get to where I was. I was good at what I did here in North Carolina and hoped to break out into ARCA or bigger real soon.
Once I finished with my shower, I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went back to my room. The trailer was quiet. Mama had gone out early with her friends doing some dress shopping. I know her soon-to-be husband had told her to spend as much as she wanted because money wasn’t an issue. I still hadn’t met him yet. That was scheduled for Saturday night.
I wasn’t nervous about meeting Remington Callahan. Okay, that was a lie. I was petrified. What if he hated me, hated kids, and tried to push me out? I was an adult, after all. The thought made me sick to my stomach. Where would I go? Mama was the only family I had. I didn’t want to live on my own yet.
I dressed in a clean pair of underwear, black shorts, and a green t-shirt, then glanced at my phone. It was nearly oneo’clock. I shoved my socks on, then my sneakers, and rushed downstairs with my cell in my hand just as a white Jeep pulled into the driveway. My heart did this little jump thing against my chest when I saw Charlie in the driver’s seat, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. I took a deep breath, opened the front door, and stepped out into the hot afternoon sun.
Charlie climbed from the vehicle and smiled at me when I approached him. Dressed in a red tank-top and black shorts that showed off his broad shoulders and thick biceps, he was a walking wet dream. I stared in awe at the vision of the man before me. How could someone be so handsome?
“Afternoon, Jonesy.” A smile spread across his handsome face, those divots appearing in his cheeks. “Sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you.” My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him. Should I hug him, or should I just act like normal? Who was I kidding right now? There was nothing normal about any of this.
Charlie raised his chin. “Ready to go?”
When I nodded, he waved me toward the Jeep and opened the passenger side door. I started to climb inside, but before I could, he stopped me and caged me in against the side of the vehicle, then slid his sunglasses to the top of his head.
“Miss me?” His breath fanned over my face just as his lips found mine.
Yes, yes, I did.
I found myself clutching at the front of Charlie’s shirt while his tongue swirled around the inside of my mouth. He tasted like minty toothpaste and coffee. Soft whimpersescaped my throat as Charlie’s hand gripped the back of my neck. But just as soon as it happened, he pulled away. That brown gaze searched my hazel eyes like he could read my mind. I reached up to touch his face, my thumb dragging over his fat bottom lip, and he flashed that smile at me.
“That was a nice hello.”
“I would have to agree,” Charlie murmured. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I climbed up into the Jeep, and he closed the door for me. It was all so domestic. Something a couple would do. My stomach twisted and turned, and I tried to ignore the feeling. Charlie got back in behind the wheel and started up his SUV, then backed out of the driveway. I realized as he reached for my hand, threaded our fingers together, and gave me a smile when I looked at him, that I was already falling hard for Charlie.
This could either end in heartbreak or be everything I ever wanted.
***
Charlie took me to play mini golf. We ate fried dough covered in cinnamon and sugar. We took pictures of everything and anything. He took a selfie with me in the middle of a crowded street with his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his head pressed tightly against mine. Charlie rode a carousel with a bunch of screaming kids with me while I laughed and smiled at him. He held my hand everywhere we went. Our fingers laced together as we walked around talking and giggling together. Charlie boughtus matching North Carolina t-shirts so that I could remember this time with him. I decided at that moment I would have to give him one of my racing shirts in return so he wouldn’t forget me. If this was the only time I ever had with him, if this was the only stolen moment we would get, I wanted Charlie to think of me. I needed him to know that this was special. Thathewas special.
I snuck photos of Charlie when I thought he wasn’t looking. Took pictures of the way he smiled up into the sun and laughed at the way I said certain words with my accent. Only Charlie had one, too. I liked the way he said the word key and the way he said park. It was cute. It made my stomach tingle and my penis hard. He shook his head at me when I begged him to repeat those words, then squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss my knuckles. I wanted to stay here, right in this moment, forever.
By the time we headed back, I was sunburned, exhausted, and happier than I had been in my entire life. Charlie had kissed me out in the open like he didn’t have a care in the world. But that fear began to niggle its way back inside of my brain. I had already spent an entire day with him. He said he was here visiting his father. How long was that? When would he be leaving, and would I see him again after that? Or was this all I would get?
“You’re quiet all of a sudden. Everything okay?” Charlie reached over to squeeze my thigh.
I nodded, my gaze fixed on the window, watching everything that passed by. The sand, the water, the houses. I was scared to look at him. “Just tired.”
“I get that.” He kept his hand where it was. It felt warm and safe on my leg. “Want to come over? My dad won’t be home.”
I did. That was the problem. If I went to his place, I would sleep with Charlie. Hand him my virginity on a silver platter. I was already falling for this man faster than I should, and it scared me.
“I don’t... I don’t think I should.”
