“I wish that someone would come along, understand what I’ve been through, and make my time with him feel like a distant memory.”
After a pause, Charlie finally spoke. “And you will find someone to do that, Princess. I know you will.”
Chapter 13
Charlie
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Nope.
Fern told me her wish, and it was like an instant memo to my balls, making my cock hard and my body thrum.
She might have wanted someone to wipe away the memory of James from her body, but I was not the person to do that.
Physically, I could do the job. I’d slept with enough women to know that I could make her come so hard she wouldn’t remember her own name, but I was not the man she needed. She needed soft, caring, gentle. She did not need me, but my cock had other ideas.
Nope.
“What would you wish for?”
“What?” I asked, confused because my body was redirecting the blood from my brain to my balls.
“Your wish? What would it be?”
Before I could reply, forked lightning erupted across the sky, making Fern scream with delight. “Jesus, that was amazing.” The thunder that rolled in seconds later felt like it shook the foundation of the lighthouse.
“Shall we go back down? I’m not sure it’s safe up here,” I mumbled.
“This lighthouse has stood here for hundreds of years. I don’t think a little storm is going to knock it down, but you go down if you want to. I want to watch.”
“See, you’re a force of nature, Princess. Fine. I’ll stay here, but can we at least blow the candles out? The storm might not notice us then and move on quicker.”
Fern chuckled. “Stay there,Princess. I’ll do it.” She got up, snuffing each one out until we were in total darkness except for the stars.
I didn’t know when she curled into my side and rested her head on my shoulder.
I didn’t know when we fell asleep.
I didn’t know when our legs entwined.
I didn’t know when the storm stopped.
But when I woke the sky was clear, my cock was hard, my balls were trying me convince me that Fern was the only thing I craved, and I was starting to have a hard time denying that they were right.
“What are you doing, Princess?”
We had unwrapped ourselves from each other this morning without mentioning how we’d slept. Fern had put the coffee onwhile I’d made my excuses and ran to the bathroom, cursing that there wasn’t a shower I could hide in while I fisted my cock until I came over the tiles. Instead, I filled the bath and tried to wash off the feeling of her against me last night—like she belonged there.
“Reading.” She held up the book, over the back of the sofa where she lay, showing the half naked man on the front cover. “But it’s hard 'cause my face is too sore to wear my glasses.”
I chuckled. “Well, if that book is what I think it is, it might be better that you don’t read it.”
She pushed herself to sit. “And what do you think is in my book, Myth Maker—oh shit, what are you wearing?”
I looked down, remembering that I was only wrapped in a towel, water dripping from my short hair onto my shoulders and rolling down my chest.
“I was on my way to get changed and I wanted to check you were okay out here all on your own.”
