Charlie released his grip on my chin and shoved my upper body into the mattress. My hips were way up in the air, my back arched hard. I gazed back at him, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pleasure.
“Fucking show them how tight this pussy is,” he growled.
He turned on the bed so I wasn’t facing toward the main glass wall anymore. Instead, everyone watching outside could see us from the side. Charlie grasped my left hip and pulled out of me slowly, watching the way my pussy clenched hard on to him.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured. “This is a desperate, fuckable, breedable pussy.”
I tightened even more at the thought of Charlie breeding me in front of everyone.
“Do you like when they watch?”
“Mmhmm …”
“Words, baby. Use your words.”
“I love it,” I cried. “I love it so, so much!”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
CHARLIE
Once Athena finished, I set her down on the bed and stood to fog the glass room walls. I enjoyed when people watched us, and it seemed like Athena did, too, but I wanted to give her proper aftercare, which I hadn’t done much of lately. It didn’t need to be on display for everyone.
After I lay on the bed, Athena crawled into my lap and curled up into me. I gently drew my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead, rocking us back and forth slightly. Her breathing evened out, and she quickly was fast asleep in my arms.
“I love you,” I whispered into Athie’s red hair.
I lay back against the headrest and smiled to myself, unable to wait to bring her home and eat that cheesecake with her as she finished pouring her candles. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I couldn’t believe that this was my life.
When I had grown up around Derek and my father … all they wanted from women was sex.
It felt nice to look forward to something else, something more intimate.
Had I outgrown that stage already? Dad and Derek were still in it. Yet, somehow, I wanted nothing to do with sex with strangers anymore. I wanted one woman, and I would be spending my life with her forever.
Coming home to Athena. Having a family with Athena. Growing old with Athena.
I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else, and I didn’t want to even think about either of us with someone else. But based on what Hector and Steven had told me earlier, other people would rather stick their nose in everyone else’s business.
“I’m tired,” Athena murmured in her sleep.
“Sleep, my love,” I said, placing her down on the mattress and pulling up the blankets.
Once I cleaned up, I’d bring her home, but I didn’t want to leave this place a mess for Michelle and the cleaners to tidy up. So, I pulled on my clothes, walked to the door, and turned off the light so she could get some sleep.
After stepping out, I locked the door and slipped the key into my pocket. Radiant was safe, but I didn’t trust just anyone here. I couldn’t leave Athena alone in one of these rooms with the door unlocked.
I headed to the back hallway, but had to walk through the main room first.
“Poor performance in there,” someone said behind me.
I turned my head and stared at my father, who sat at the bar, drawing his finger around the rim of his glass with his eyes focused on mine, a smirk within them. I pressed my lips together and tried not to let him get to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked nonchalantly.
But what the fuck is he doing here? In Pittsburgh, out of all the places he could be in the fucking world?! Not New York City or LA or Europe. Here in Pittsburgh, in the freezing fucking cold, all to what? See me?
