LeCharles laughed.
“So you’re keeping that job, huh? Isaac didn’t care that you left work early yesterday to see me?”
“Funny thing, that,” I said. “He didn’t say a word about it.”
“Not one?”
I shook my head.
“And he messaged me earlier, in fact, to say the place looked pristine. So either he’s had a lot of really crappy employees before me, he doesn’t care, or... I don’t know, maybe he knows that sometimes it’s needed? I’m not sure. I’m just happy I was able to help you.”
LeCharles nodded and again pulled me in for a hug.
“There’s something else I need to say,” he said. “Something that I’m a little scared to say, but I feel like it has to be said.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
He sighed, looking as nervous as I’d ever seen him, and I didn’t see him nervous that often.
“When I was out in the battle, the two assholes that said they were going to take you taunted me about that,” he said. Just recalling them left me sick. But I let LeCharles continue. “Right before I went after them, I thought about you. And I realized... I love you. It may not be the typical kind of love that some partners have for each other. Our relationship, if you want to call it that, our dynamic, is certainly anything but typical. But that love pushed me through this wound. It pushed me to save you. And because of that, those two are gone. You don’t have to worry about them any more.”
The truth was, I felt the same way. I very much felt the same way. But I didn’t want to show it with words.
I gently put my hands on his face, not wanting to touch any body part that may have been wounded, and pulled him in for a kiss.
And as soon as he reciprocated the kiss, I knew we weren’t going to stop ourselves like we had last time. We were going to give everything of ourselves to the other. That was how I was going to show LeCharles that I loved him.
At first, we just remained passionately in each other’s smooch, unwilling to do anything to alter our position. It was like we had found just the right spot to unlock maximum connection, and we both knew that moving would eliminate that.
But at some point, the physical desire to be with the other became far too much to ignore, and soon, we were collapsing onto the couch, LeCharles pushing himself into my hips, causing me to moan every time he pressed in deeply.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathlessly moaned as he kissed my neck. “I need you, LeCharles. I need all of you.”
LeCharles at first just proceeded slowly as he had that night a couple of weeks back, taking his time working his way through my body, running his hands under my clothes and over my sensitive skin. As he rubbed my breasts underneath my bra and squeezed, his mouth moving to my belly button, I was sure that he was just going to continue until he got to my sex.
But instead, he surprised me by sitting up, wrapping his hands around my lower back, and lifting me up off the couch and to the bedroom.
“Woah!” I screamed in delightful surprise.
Not only did I not expect it, I had nothing to compare it to. LeCharles had never done anything like that before.
After a brief duck to make sure I didn’t bang my head on the door entrance, we collapsed onto the bed. LeCharles briefly left me so Shiloh couldn’t interrupt, and this time, when his hands curled into my jeans and underwear, I did not resist. Nor did LeCharles hesitate.
And just like that, I was exposed. I was his to have. It was exactly where I wanted to be.
By now, LeCharles had the good sense to know all of the foreplay had finished. There was nothing more to build up. We’d been doing that for about a month now, with some moments more vigorous than others. He pressed his mouth right onto my sex, kissed, and then pressed his tongue onto my clit.
“Oh, Jesus, LeCharles... ”
I could scarcely believe what he was doing to me. My heavens, I hadn’t felt this way since... since…
Since the last time we dated.
It was true.
I’d had other partners in that span, but none had connected with me like LeCharles did. There was just something about him that had made him the one. I’d denied it for almost a decade, believing I would grow out of it and find peace and happiness somewhere else.
It was a good thing life gave second chances. Because now, I was not ever going to try and ask for a third. This was meant to be, and this was going to be forever.
