I’d never known.
I’d never imagined.
This was the stuff movies were written about. This was the stuff that I thought only lived in books.
It wasn’t just a fairytale.
It was real.
21
Tucker
Best. Sex. Ever.
And I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, so for me to be lying here (still on top of the woman even) and be instantly craving more is saying something.
Damn, she made the perfect partner. She let me take the lead, she let me ravish her body, and the sounds she made… the sounds about drove me wild. Her body was tight and my cock fit inside her like a sports car in a custom garage. Like she was made just for me.
Just replaying what happened between us had me stirring to life with renewed energy. My arms were still wound around her body. I was likely crushing her, but she didn’t complain. I slid out of her moist heat, my dick hating me for it, and I started to pull away.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up, giving me a relaxed smile. It was the most relaxed I’d ever seen her. God, she was beautiful. I dipped my head, connecting our mouths to press a full, gentle kiss to those heart-shaped lips.
I rolled off her, taking up residence on the empty side of the bed.
I just kissed her… willingly. The thought had my stiffening cock softening and my mind wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
I never kissed women after we did the deed.
I never laid on her either. Usually I got up and went home, or if I was still drunk, I rolled over and went to sleep.
I never said I was the romantic type.
Which I guess is why my behavior seemed odd. Kissing and touching usually made me uncomfortable. I had sex for the release, for the pure pleasure that it gave my body. I didn’t do it because it gave me butterflies in my belly or made my heart go pitter patter.
That shit was for girls.
So why was I lying here thinking about threading her fingers through mine? Why was I already anticipating the next time I could bury myself inside her?
I felt her shift beside me and I turned my head. Charlotte lay on her side, facing me with her fine-boned hand curled up on the pillow beside her. There was just enough light for me to make out her features, the way her hair spread out across the pillow.
For the first time in a very long time I wished I was better at this. I wished I knew something I could say, some pretty words that she would like to hear.
The hand resting between us lifted and her cool fingers stroked the side of my face lightly. Before pulling away, she cupped the side of my jaw and her lips curved upward.
I didn’t have to say anything. No pretty words would compete with what we just did… and how that singular touch made me feel. So I settled for just watching her, for the glimpses I could catch in the dark.
Once again my cock starting stirring. Clearly, it wasn’t done with her. Clearly, one epic sex session was not going to be enough.
Why her? something inside me asked. Why would the one woman that was supposed to be off limits be the one I wanted more of?
The reason didn’t matter because it didn’t change anything.
Charlotte was my brother’s girlfriend. I broke the brother code by sleeping with her tonight. Yeah, maybe I could pass tonight off as too much beer, too much emotion, and being attacked on the street. Or I could chalk it up to being temporarily insane because my twin was gone.
All of those reasons were much better than admitting to myself that I was the world’s biggest ass.
I wondered what Charlie was thinking right about now.
She was looking at me, her breathing even and her face relaxed. She was probably thinking about how great in the sack I was.
The longer we lay there, the farther away we got from the “afterglow” of sex. The air around us began to change, to become more tense, and the satisfied impression I picked up on from her side of the bed began to diminish.
I knew exactly what was going on.
She was starting to have regrets. Reality was crashing in from our spur-of-the-moment sex, and she was looking at me and seeing me… not Max.
The realization stung, and the thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough for her created a bitter taste in my mouth.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said after a while. She slid over to the vacant side of the bed and stood, dragging the sheet with her, and tucked it around her naked form.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed I wasn’t going to get to watch her luscious ass retreating.
Charlotte walked across the bedroom where she stopped in the door. Ahead of her, the light from the other rooms shone, creating a golden halo effect around her, making her look like just a shadow. She rested a hand on the doorframe and looked over her shoulder, her hair cascading down her back.
I couldn’t see her eyes in this kind of light, but I felt them.