Rewriting the Rules (21 page)

Reaching behind me I slowly unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. I hear his groan when he sees what I’m wearing. Touching my boobs over my lacy black bra, my right hand slides down my body playing with my lacy black G-string.

Troy gets up and grabs my hips, taking me in his arms, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan, letting him know I want him so bad. He rubs his cock against me. Shit, it feels so good.

Pushing me on the bed, he kneels down, kissing my calves and pushing my legs apart. His hot smoldering eyes lock onto mine as he sucks on me hard. My hips lift off the bed and I’m moaning so loud. My hands are in his hair and I don’t want him to stop. Words leave my lips and I’m not sure what I’m saying. I think it’s a mix of
oh my God
and
you’re the best, don’t ever stop.
I can feel myself about to come when I hear a knock on the door and Will’s voice.

“Charlotte, it’s me. Open the door.”

Troy’s head pops up. Our eyes are wide and neither of us knows what to do.

“Closet,” I mouth and get up to grab my tee shirt. Watching him race to the closet, I put on my shirt and open the door. “Will? Jessica?” I sleepily ask. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He comes in and looks around. “Be back.”

Jessica looks at me and mouths
I tried. I’m sorry.

Before I can say anything he disappears into the bathroom and comes out a few moments later. “You alone?”

“Ah, yeah,” I tell him. “What’s up?”

“Huh,” he says. “Okay then.”

“Will?”

“Did Troy walk you to the door?” I nod. “Did he try anything?” I shake my head. “You know I love you right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I want the best for you, Charlotte.”

I sigh. “Yes, I get it.”

“Good. I just want you to make the right decisions.”

“I know.” I lean down and give my brother a hug. “You can go now.”

“Okay, fine. Jess, do you want to head back down to the casino?”

“Yeah,” she says and gives me a wink before leaving. Once the two are gone I slide down the wall and burst out laughing.

“Not funny,” Troy states. “Fuck, your brother has issues.”

“Okay, enough about my brother and more about what I want you to do to me.”

Chapter 28

Troy

“Do it,” she breathes out in a low and lustful voice. It’s all I need to hear.

Placing my hands on her face and cupping her cheeks, I see her body relax and a sigh escapes her lips. Then my hands wander down her body, lifting the shirt off and staring at perfection. Then I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, seeing her boobs and hardened nipples. I pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers, knowing I’m never going to stay away from her. She’s fucking mine and I don’t give a shit about Will. I know I can make her happy and she’ll never again know what it’s like to be unloved.

Her lips are soft and greedy, itching for more, so I deeply and possessively kiss her. Twirling my tongue with hers elicits a sexy moan, and my hands find her ass, picking her up and placing her against the wall. She wraps her long legs around my waist and rubs her pussy against my body.

“Troy,” she gasps, begging for more with her kiss and throbbing pussy. “I need you so bad.”

Hearing my name and what she needs, I carry her to the bed and turn her body around so we’re facing the mirror. Taking her soft hair in my hands I tightly pull and hear her moan.

Pulling a little tighter, I kiss her bare back down to her ass. She loudly moans and touches her boob with her hand.

“Do you know why I’m clenching your hair and savoring each kiss to your body?”

“Because you want it hard? You want to fuck me into oblivion?”

“Yes,” I tell her, nipping on her shoulder. “But I also want to pull your hair while I’m fucking you. I want to fuck you like this in front of the mirror so you can see how sexy you look while you’re moaning my name and screaming for more. I want to own your pussy and make it ache for just me.”

“Oh God,” she moans, looking into the mirror and giving me a smirk. “What makes you think I’ll like that?”

“Oh sweet girl, I know you will. Remember, I know your pussy and I know what makes you come. I know what makes your body hum with ecstasy.” My fingers trace her back while still holding onto her hair. “You like it rough. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Sliding my tongue on her soft skin my fingers rub her wet clit. “Are you thinking about me fucking you right now?” She moans a yes and turns over so we’re facing each other. “What are you doing?”

A smirk plays on her face as she pushes me off and switches position. Looking at her on top of me she slowly unbuttons my pants and slides them down along with my boxer briefs. Taking off my shirt she leans down, pushing her boobs in my face, and rubbing herself on my hard dick.

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“First, I want to put your pussy on my face so I can suck on that clit. I want you to lift yourself up and rub yourself over my mouth, spread your legs wide and play with your nipples.”

She slowly makes her way up my body and places what I want to taste on my lips. Her body melts into me so easily as I claim her with my mouth, over and over. I want to always make it good for her. I want to always make her scream and moan.

“You taste so sweet,” I whisper against her. This addicting taste will never get old. Hell, it’s so good. I could taste her all night and never get tired of it.

“Troy, please,” she begs. I look at her in the mirror and her mouth is shaped in a perfect O. Her hair’s wild and her fingers are in her mouth while her other hand is twisting and kneading her nipple. Fuck, what a damn sexy sight.

Sinking my tongue into her, I watch her orgasm and I’m ready to take her. Tearing myself away I push her back down my body and lift her hips up so I can slowly enter her. Riding my cock, she leans back holding onto my legs, bouncing up and down.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Only for you,” she moans. “You make it so good. Ahhh . . . it feels so, ohmyGod, yes.”

Needing to fuck her from behind we switch positions and I make her stare at us in the mirror as I enter her and pull her hair. Her head tilts back and her eyes are closed.

“Open your eyes,” I demand. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to watch your orgasm and remember how good we are.”

I spend a moment meeting her eyes in the mirror. This is where I need to be; this is where I belong. Realizing how much I love her and how much I care, everything is falling into place. She’s the only thing I need to remain steady. I’m in love with Charlotte Maxey and I’m never letting her go.

My eyes roam the rest of her naked body as I move her onto her back. My hands feel the soft curves of her breasts and stomach. Touching and feeling her beneath my hands, she stares at me and bites her lower lip, whimpering and moaning for more.

Thrusting into her again, she keeps her eyes open and focused on me.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

She listens to my demand and uses two fingers to play with her clit. Every motion, every touch, every moan slipping from her lips sends my body into overdrive and I fuck her faster. With a few more thrusts she squeezes my cock, releasing an intense orgasm and I soon follow.

A roar rips through my chest with the most phenomenal sensation I’ve ever felt. The vibrations hit my body from the best high. My body relaxes and takes me somewhere I’ve never been.

Carefully sliding out of her I head into the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth to clean her. Satisfaction fills me at seeing my cum run out of her, knowing she’s mine.

Chapter 29

Charlotte

Sitting on the couch with my laptop in my lap, I look through my emails from the spa and owners. Today’s my first day off in two weeks. It’s getting hectic and the interview process to hire two more people is getting annoying. My staff is getting overworked and they’re tired. I can only do so much as a manager.

Answering the last email, my phone buzzes, it’s Megan.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m so sorry to call you,” Megan starts to say. “Zara’s really sick and needs to go home. Maya isn’t answering and I mean, I can call Aubree, but I know she’s not feeling too hot either.” I look at the clock and internally groan.

“I’ll be right there. If she’s really sick, then tell her to go to the back room and relax.”

“Thank you,” Megan gushes and we disconnect the call.

Making my way inside, Zara apologizes and I tell her to get better and let me know how she’s feeling. Aubree worked two doubles in a row and I couldn’t have her come in. It’s only a few more hours and the schedule doesn’t look too bad.

Putting down my purse, I fill my water cup and sit down next to Megan looking at the schedule for the next few days. I need to hire one more full-time consultant. After talking to Jason since coming back and showing him the sales stats, effectiveness of having more people, and the missed opportunities to spend time with each client, he agreed another consultant is needed.

“Are you going to hire someone else soon?” Megan whines. “We’ve been so busy.”

“I know,” I sigh. “I just got the okay from Jason and it’s not easy. There haven’t been any qualified applicants and I can’t just hire anyone. We have a special dynamic here and I don’t want to hire someone who’ll cause drama and not be reliable.”

Megan sighs and nods. The phone rings and she answers. I go back to the schedule and make sure we don’t have too many therapists on, checking the esthetician’s schedule as well.

We check out the seven p.m. clients and get ready for the last three clients. Only another hour and then I’m back home. My bed’s calling for me and I need a good ten hours of sleep before tackling a twelve-hour day tomorrow.

Since I’ve been home from the weekend getaway I’ve been either here at the spa or home. Troy’s busy catching up with clients too, so our time together hasn’t happened and I miss him like crazy. We talk every day and he swings by the spa to give me a kiss whenever he can.

The door opens and in walks a very attractive man with dark brown eyes, a man bun, a little scruff on his face, and a bit of swag. He eyes me and I have to roll my eyes.

“Hello, ladies,” he smirks. I see Megan smile and listen to them talk. I get that his name’s Austin and this is his first time in.

“He’s looking at you,” Megan whispers. “Do you want him as a prospect? Maybe he’ll sign up.”

“Stop,” I whisper back. “We have to be professional and I’m not interested. Why don’t you talk to him?”

“Whatever, Charlotte. Live a little,” she winks. “Austin, when you’re done, my manager, Charlotte, will help you and talk to you more about what you need.”

“Looking forward to telling her,” he smirks and finishes the paperwork. I get up from the chair and make my way over to him. Taking a seat, I feel his eyes on me.

“Where are you feeling pain?”

“Neck and back,” he tells me. “Pretty tight.”

“What do you do to relieve yourself?” When the words come out, I quickly recover. “I mean, what do you use to relieve yourself?” Fuck! His brow kinks and he crosses his leg over his knee and leans back.

“Well,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I’m not sure if my answers will help with my massage today, but,” he says leaning in closer to me and placing his hand on my knee. “Come have dessert with me later. I’m a chef,” he winks. “I can make you something good.”

“Huh? Um, oh. I can’t. Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

“Yes, you can,” he stares at me and a smirk forms on his face. “Are you serious? Because I don’t see a ring on that pretty hand of yours. Plus, it’s innocent and I’m a respectful man. It would help relieve me.”

Kill me now.

We finish his intake notes for his therapist and I bury myself in the office wanting to die. I text Troy about Austin and his response puts a smile on my face.

Troy:
Do I need to come in and make sure he doesn’t touch or look at what’s mine?

Me:
Babe, it’s okay I can handle myself.

Troy:
Sure you can lol but this fucker needs to know to back off . . . I don’t care if he’s a chef or whatever. He should know better.

Me:
It’s fine . . . I miss you <3

Troy:
I miss you too.

I’m so close to telling him I love him. He hasn’t said it to me and I’m not sure if we’re at the
I love you
level yet.

“You better ride that man!” Megan comes in and sits down. “I think I came listening to you two. He wants you so bad.”

“Shut up!”

My phone buzzes and it’s Will.

Will:
Where are you?

Me:
Work.

Will:
You’re working way too much. Everything okay?

Me:
Short-staffed and it’s okay. What’s going on?

Will:
Nothing, just wanted to see where you were and what you’re doing tonight.

Me:
Work then coming back home . . . I’m tired and have to be in at nine tomorrow morning.