Come Home Bad Boy (23 page)

Why is she being so different?
I wondered. “Go on in, it's fine.”

Her body passed mine and I noticed how she turned her shoulder away to avoid brushing against me. “So this is where you work, huh?” Her large, green eyes glistened as they examined the space.

“No. I broke in to steal the car parts. You know, so I can sell them on the black market. This shirt with the name badge is just a diversion for any asshole tow truck guys.” My grin went ear to ear.

A smile began to spread across her face. “Ah, I figured that. You can take the man out of the crime, but you can't take the crime out of the man.”

There. That's a hint of the sharp edges she had before

“See, you did figure me out,” I said. Propping my hands on my hips, I slid my thumbs into my belt loops. The action drew attention downwards, and I caught Charlie's eyes when they flicked to where my cock was tucked away.

Her cheeks blushed when she realized I'd noticed. Immediately she looked away, turned her eyes toward the mess around us.

Squinting, the edge of my lips twisted into a knowing smirk.
Guess she hasn't forgotten about what we did last.
I watched her walk around, grazing her hand over various items. “Be careful, my boss would be pissed if you got cut on something.” I stepped towards her, trying to close the gap between us.

Her face remained fixed on a table covered in wrenches and cans of oil. “So, how are you getting me home?” she asked. Her slender finger followed the curve along one of the tools.

She is so fucking sexy. Those  fingers should be touching something else. I want to bend her over that tool bench and slam myself deep inside.
I bit the side of my lip, the thought of making her scream had made me painfully hard.

“Well?” Her voice broke through my dirty thoughts.

“What? I'm sorry, I got distracted. Can you guess what I was thinking?” I grinned at her.

Charlie crossed her arms tightly. “You didn't answer my question. Which I'm not surprised, you like to avoid answers.”

“Hey, therapy is done. I don't have to answer shit.” Shrugging, I took a step closer to her. “Let me ask
you
something.” My hand swayed out, gently twirling a strand of her hair around my finger. “Have you thought about me, Charlie? 'Cause I've thought about you.” Her perfume radiated me, my nostrils flaring with my hunger.

“What are you doing, Owen?” Her tone was flat and annoyed.

It threw me off, but I simply dug my fingers deeper into her hair.
I know she wants this, too. I can feel it.
In the low lights, her mouth was puckered—tempting.
Those light pink lips give me chills. I'm going to kiss her, feel them against my face.

She couldn't resist me before, and I won't let her start now.

I leaned in, but immediately her hand pressed against my chest. “Owen. We can't.” She turned her head to the side and spoke into the air. Her figure squeezed passed until she was an arm's distance away.

Staring after her, I tried to connect the dots.
Why can't we do this? Sure, this could get me fired if Bill found out. Shit, he'd be pissed just knowing I let her wander around, never mind if I had my way with her.

But I don't care. I've spent to much time away from her. I need this.

I'm going to make her remember the fire we had.

Without hesitation I bridged the gap. My hand came up and gripped her chin, directing her eyes onto me. Even then, she wouldn't connect with mine.

She whispered, “Owen, I can't.” A soft breath released from her taunting lips. “It's just... I don't know.” Her head fell down towards the floor as she nudged a piece of debris with her foot.

The face I'd longed to see, the body I'd ached to feel, it was right there. But she didn't emit the same desire as she had in the past.
How can she be so unsure of what feels so right?

Here we were, reunited after months apart. Our last encounter, Charlie had torn me to pieces, clawed against me in her need to have my cock deep inside of her.

She'd been the definition of wanton... obsessed.

And now she wanted to be coy?

No. I knew something was wrong, but as I stood beside her, taking in her slight breathing... the way her chest rose and fell... and the fact she hadn't run from me... I didn't care.

I didn't fucking care at all.

Charlie was
mine,
and that hadn't changed, no matter how long we'd been apart.

My arms reached around her waist to pull her in. I pressed my lips firmly against the delicateness of hers, tasting her as she crumbled against me. The fight was gone, her walls were down.

In one fluid motion I shoved the junk on the table to the floor. Our lips never parted as I lifted her up, tongues remaining locked while her hands forcefully grabbed the back of my neck. The breaths that escaped us began to fog the small, cold window behind her.

“Owen,” she whispered into my ear as her legs wrapped around my thighs to pull me closer.

“Still think you can't do this?” I asked. My rock solid cock pushed against the front of her jeans. Even through the thick material I could feel how warm she was.

Tossing her head, she knotted her eyebrows as if she were in pain. “Don't throw that in my face. I just...”

“Shh,” I whispered against her throat. “I'm not interested in explanations. The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name as I make you cum over and over.”

In response, she shivered, holding me tighter.

I want to taste her.

My hands slid under the soft sweater that adorned her body.
Her skin is smooth as velvet.
All I wanted to do was kiss every piece of her as I lifted the clothing away.

“Touch me,” she hissed into my ear. Her hands dug into my back and pulled me down onto her newly exposed breasts. I didn't wait, I had no patience to draw this out.

My tongue twisted around her nipples, dancing up and down until they were shining. She gave a long moan, head falling back. I felt her skin warm with every lick. Her nipples hardened inside my mouth as I gently bit down.

This is what I've wanted.
My hands ran down her sides, over her hips, and firmly gripped the creases between her thighs and ass. “Have you been waiting for me? Is this what your dreams have been filled with?” My tongue ran over my lips while my finger tips slid across the edge of her pants.

Charlie dug her hands into my hair. Firmly she tugged as her head shook yes, biting down on her lower lip.

I can't wait to fill my mouth with her sweetness.

The jeans she wore slid off easily. A pair of blue lace panties was all that kept my face from tasting her pussy. I pushed my face against them, felt the soaked fabric on my skin. Her scent made me dizzy, insatiable. Pulling her panties to the side I exposed her glistening, hot lips.

Her eyes boiled with desire. Grinning up at her, I nuzzled the inside of her leg. “You smell amazing.” Lightly, I slid the tip of my tongue up her warm pink center. I felt her body tremble when I stroked her swollen clit. Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head, her hands dug into my hair and pulled.

“Mmm, yeah.” Charlie's voice cut through the silence, traveling through me, setting my pulse on overdrive. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

She tastes incredible,
I thought as I buried my tongue deeper inside. I pulled my cock out and stroked it. Her eyes fell, watching me. God, I loved having her looking while I jerked off; it made me grow even more.

“I've never tasted a pussy that was this delicious,” I said. My teeth grazed along her skin, causing Charlie to twitch—then shove her hips against my mouth eagerly.

Juice flowed down over my chin from her soaked pussy. My tongue spun faster, rapidly I ran it up and down over her clit. Her angelic moans rang off the metal surrounding us.

Abruptly, Goosebumps emerged over her skin.
She's about to cum. Look at her move and squirm. Her legs are shaking.

“Fuck, Owen! I'm so close, fuck, I...!” Our eyes locked and her body tightened as she screamed when the orgasm hit. Tremors rippled down her calves, sweat collecting in the dip between her breasts. Then she licked her lips, and I was finished.

I couldn't hold back, I'd done enough of that.

Standing tall, I pumped my painfully-stiff cock a few times. It didn't take much, the tingles spreading through my belly until I saw colors behind my closed eyes. “Get ready,” I panted. Hunching forward, my pearly cum splashed over her stomach.

Jesus... that was something else.
Dazed, I lifted my chin to watch Charlie. Her hand lifted to brush the hair back from my face. The beauty of her eyes filled me, and all I could do was smile.

It seemed like ages before either of us spoke. “Here,” I said with a chuckle, lifting the rag from my back pocket and extending it to her. “I know it's not ideal, but it's all I have for clean up.”

Her lips twisted, but there was no joy in them. “Owen. What are we doing?” She wiped away my remnants from her skin.

“Well, I just got to know you better,” I said, winking in her direction.

Carefully, she pushed me away. I almost didn't let her; the sensation of her palm, even through my shirt, had my cock flexing again. Climbing off the table, she tugged her pants upwards. For a moment, I had a view of her perfectly shaped ass.

“You know what I mean,” she said flatly. “Seriously, we can't do this.”

“Why can't we? Who's here to stop us?”

“Owen...”

“Shh, Charlie.” I buttoned my jeans, adjusting my stiff prick into the most comfortable position I could manage. “There's something about you that I like. Something I can't explain, but I'm willing to spend some time with you to figure it out.” Smirking, I smoothed my hair back. “I know I'm not exactly dating material.” My eyes directed her towards the dirty, mechanic hands I held up. “But, let me take you out some time.”

“I don't know, Owen. I was your therapist.
Everything
we've done has been wrong.” She ran her hand through her hair, then brought her thumb to her mouth to bite the nail. “That day in the prison—it shouldn't have happened.”

Something cold dug into my gut.
She thinks that shouldn't have happened?
I considered Charlie, judging her nervous energy.
No. She doesn't really think that.
“If it was a mistake, why repeat it?” I asked.

Charlie locked up, staring at me with guilt plain across her face.

When she said no more, I pushed on. “Look, you're
not
my therapist anymore, so just think about it.” The wickedness in my smile was obvious. “Besides, you're going to have to come back and get your car. Seeing me a second time is inevitable.”

She rocked on her heels, digesting my comment. “I don't know.”

Without giving her a chance to react, I grabbed her hips and pulled her in close. “You do know. We both know you want to see me again, Charlie.”

A low, hot breath passed across her plump lips. Even after we'd fooled around, the tension between us hadn't vanished. With nothing holding us apart, Charlie rolled her body closer to mine. Her need was constant, and it had mine burning like wildfire.

Watching me from under hooded eyelids, she mumbled, “I guess I could think about it.” Her thick lashes made her sideways glance look suspicious. “I have a lot of shit going on right now, and... well... never mind.”

It looked like she wanted to say something else, but she didn't.

Ignoring the flicker of confusion that rose in me, I grinned. “That's all I ask. So, you need a ride home? I could possibly—”

“Call me a taxi? Yes.” She smiled a little and laughed.

With some reluctance, I released her hips. I longed to dig my fingers into her sweet ass a second time, but not now. Something was off with Charlie, and I wanted to let things end on a high note. Pushing her wouldn't be helpful. “Alright, hang tight a moment.”

In the main office of the garage, I found the old land-line phone. The taxi company said they'd take twenty minutes to get here. That was definitely not long enough for me; I didn't want her to leave.

Deciding to take advantage of the wait, I sat with Charlie on the bench and chatted. It was small stuff, just keeping the air calm as I got to know more about the woman who'd plagued my dreams.

She told me about how she was let go from the prison and that after a botched interview a town over, her car shit the bed. So, needless to say, things had not been going her way.

The horn blared as the taxi approached. “Alright, there's my ride,” Charlie said. She looked just as disappointed as me. “You'll call when you know what's wrong with my car?”

“Yeah. That's usually how this works.”

I won't let her walk out that door forever. I lost her once and I'm not about to loose her again.

Awkwardly she stood in the door, unsure if she should lean in for a hug. I didn't bat an eye, I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and pulled her in close. Before she could object I pushed my lips onto hers.

Charlie didn't resist. But how could she?

It had been a short time since we'd met, and even shorter since we'd reunited. Yet, the reality was this: Charlie was mine. I'd taken her, and I planned to extend my claim with each second she was by my side.

Charlie was mine. And I suppose, in a way...

I was hers.

Charlie

T
he ride to pick up my fixed car seemed long and endless.

It had only been a few days since I'd dropped it off at the garage. Days since I'd done the impossible.

I'd found Owen.

My nerves intensified the closer I came to seeing him again.
I can't believe this, of all the places in the world, he was right there.

And I let myself get drawn back in!

The large, dirty sign that hung at the entrance to the auto shop came into view. 

Alright, you can do this. Go in there, tell him “No.”
I couldn't date him! I just couldn't.

This baby was going to need stability and structure. Owen was a former convict, a man with a questionable future created from his own bad choices.