“So Charlie, what do you want to get up to on our getaway this weekend?” Max asks slyly.
“Oh, I think you know,” I tease.
“Well, I know what I want to do. But I would love to hear the words coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Well, if I have my way, my mouth will be too full of cock to be doing much talking,” I say matter-of-factly. It has the desired effect though, as Max sputters slightly while I grin mischievously at him.
“Besides,” I add, “We both know you’re the king of dirty talk.”
“Not Andy or Ben?”
“Nope. Definitely you,” I tell him.
“Well in that case. Let me tell you about all the things I want the three of us to do to you this weekend.” Max starts listing off some dirty but insanely fun sounding activities, succeeding in making me unreasonably horny for 8:00 AM and driving thoughts of anything other than spending time with my boys right out of my head.
Chapter 38
Ben
They’re late.
I blame Max. Normally I would blame Andy since he’s the chronically late one, but he’s not the one who was supposed to bring her here. Max probably seduced her or something and our sweet girl let him. Thank god for her seemingly insatiable libido or I don’t think she’d be able to handle all of us. I certainly wouldn’t be able to in her position.
Also, fuck Max. Out of the three of us he’s had the most time with her. Ever since our time together at Charlie’s parents place, I haven’t stopped thinking about having her. Claiming her. And I’ll be damned if I ever admit this to Andy but I’m also really excited toshareher. We all agreed that we’d wait until our getaway weekend to pop that cherry, but after we do, it’s game on. Andy and I have even been talking about building a huge bed frame so we can all sleep together after group stuff.
I don’t know how we’re all going to take it when she leaves in the spring. I already know that I don’t want her to go. Charlie has changed all our lives in this twisted but wonderful way, and I can’t imagine going back to how it was before.
I’ve thought about asking her to just stay. From what she’s told me, there’s nothing for her down in Van anyways. All her friends were barely more than work colleagues. She could hardly afford her rent even when she had a job. And then that shithead Brad isalso down there. Up here she has us and we can take care of her.
But I don’t think I can ask. Charlie has said it repeatedly that this is only until the spring. She doesn’t want to live in Twin Rivers. I won’t lie … It’s not my favourite place either but I like the familiarity. I’d be so out of place in a big city.
I can’t believe I'm simping over a girl that I haven’t even slept with yet. I mean, Charlie gave me what was arguably the best blow job of my life, but we didn’t go any farther than that.
The tinkling of the bell above the door pulls me from my thoughts. Charlie enters, unzipping her jacket as she does so. She’s wearing tight, high waisted black leggings and a low-cut crop top over a purple sports bra.
I think I might be drooling. She’s so ridiculously hot.
Yep, I’m a simp. I don’t even fucking care. Whatever Charlie is serving, I’ll take it gladly.
“Hi,” she says, crossing the room and giving me a light peck on the lips.
I smile back. “Hi.”
“Hello, I’m here too,” Max says behind her.
My gaze doesn’t break from Charlies. “You’re late.”
“That’s actually my fault,” Charlie tells me. “I wanted to get changed quickly and it’s not exactly a quick drive to your guy’s place.”
“It’s your place too. And don’t worry about it. You look wonderful.” I skim my hand down Charlie’s side. She shivers slightly at my touch. Her skin is cold from being outside, but so wonderfully soft.
“So are we doing this or what?” Max asks and I finally break my focus away from Charlie.
“Yeah, let’s head over to the bag. We’re not doing too much. I just want to make sure that you know how to throw a punch properly, so you don’t hurt your hand so bad next time. Then maybe a couple techniques to get out of someone’s grasp if they get a hold of you.”
“Okay let’s do it!” Charlie’s enthusiasm is infectious and we spur into action.
The lesson goes smoothly. Just as I expected, Charlie had no idea how to make a fist. She had her thumb tucked in and her wrist bent at a weird angle. She’s doing much better now and even got Max pretty good on the chest when he decided that they should do a little sparring.
