I almost didn’t need to teach her the defensive maneuvers. Charlie claims that she learned from some Sandra Bullock movie when she was a kid. While she didn’t remember exactly, she caught on pretty quick with muscle memory.
We’re just finishing up when Andy saunters in. Of course, he would miss the whole workout and show up right at the end.
“Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?” he calls out as he makes his way over to us. Of course, he ignores me and Max.
“Great! I beat the crap out of Max!” she calls back, causing Max to snort.
“You did NOT beat the crap out of me!” Max grumbles, crossing his arms. “She did get a good punch in though, I will admit,” Max adds with a rub to his chest.
“That’s my girl,” Andy murmurs, bending down to kiss her.
He wraps Charlie in his arms and holds her close to him. “Alright so here’s the thing,” Andy looks between Max and I, then states “I haven’t seen Charlie all day. Ben, you got her most of yesterday. Max, you get her all day at work. I’m going to take Charlie out to dinner now and neither of you can come. Deal? Deal.”
Andy starts walking backwards, still holding Charlie against him, almost like a hostage. But after the past hour of watching Charlie jumping around in her tight little outfit and trying to remain professional, there is no way that I am letting that happen. I’ve been turned on since the moment she stepped through the door.
“Andy!” Charlie’s voice is muffled by his chest. “Can I at least shower first?”
Andy smiles down at her but doesn’t let her go. “Of course you can sweetheart. I’ll come with you and supervise.”
“I am a big girl. I can shower on my own,” she chides whilepushing him away playfully.
Andy lets her go but stays close and I decide to seize my opportunity. I stride over to them purposefully, scoop Charlie up, and throw her over my shoulder.
“You can, but you’re not going to.”
My voice is gruff as I start walking us over to the change rooms. Charlie, giggling the whole time, protests while smacking me lightly on the ass.
“You two dickheads go get dinner ready and we’ll be home in a while,” I call over my shoulder, ignoring her and Andy’s protests as I lock the change room door behind us before setting Charlie down.
Her face is flushed from being upside down, but she smiles up at me. “Hi,” she breathes.
“Hi,” I say back. “Take off your clothes.”
“All business today, I see.” Charlie smirks but does as I ask.
She is so beautiful. Her skin glows even under the harsh lighting of the gym and she just looks so ... soft. No harsh lines, all curves. Charlie lets her hair down from the bun it was in and her hair falls in soft waves over her full, rounded breasts with the cutest little pink nipples. It’s like Charlie walked straight out of a renaissance painting.
Looking back up at her face, her cheeks are flushed as she watches me stare at her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Charlie smiles shyly but says thank you. I step closer to her, pulling my shirt over my head as I do. She reaches up and runs her hands down my torso gently. “So are you.”
I know my body isn’t every woman’s cup of tea. I've been a big guy ever since puberty hit me like a bag of bricks. But with the way Charlie is looking at me right now, I know she means it. My heart beats erratically and I swallow before responding.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been called beautiful before,” I murmur as I pull her closer to me and pepper little kisses across her jaw and neck.
Charlie continues running her hands up and down me, takingme all in. “That’s a shame because it’s true.”
Not sure what else to say, I let out a non-committal grunt. I didn’t bring her in here to talk. I don’t take my hands off her as I walk us back towards the showers and turn one on. The room starts filling with steam quickly and I look down to see Charlie smiling up at me. “Are you going to wash me?”
I let her go for a second so I can take my pants off. She watches me the whole time, eyeing my piercing again and grinning. “I will. But I had some other stuff in mind first.”
Charlie sucks in a breath but says nothing else as I put my hands on her waist and guide us under the water. I meant what I said. I’m not fighting her anymore. I’m all in with whatever this is, whatever we are. She has me.
Our kiss is slow at first, sensual under the running water. Charlie continues running her hands all over my body, almost like she’s trying to commit the feel of me to memory. I don’t hate it. I haven’t been touched like this since .... well, in a long time, let's say.
I break my composure first and push her up against the wall, a little rougher than I mean to. But Charlie really seems to like it and pulls me against her so we can keep kissing. I can feel her pussy getting wetter against my leg as we press against each other. I growl.
