Let Me Fly (13 page)

Finally, he cocked his head to the side to look at her. The smile on his face was deadly as he spoke, “You, my dear, are going to be the death of me. Here I thought I had done everything I vowed to help you overcome.” He stood tall as he pulled her to the other side of the garage, to the inside door that led them to the kitchen. He opened the door, ushering her inside. “I don’t have another way to get you home in the rain, but you are more than welcome to stay here with me tonight. You won’t offend me though if you want Corey to come pick you up and take you home. I know you have to work in the morning.”

Bryn could feel her insides clench at the thought of spending the entire night in bed with Charlie. “I don’t even know where Corey is. I haven’t heard much from him today, he only texted me to see if I was coming home for dinner. I think he has spent the whole week-end holed up at the shop. I’ll stay here, if that’s okay.”

“Absolutely. You can sleep in my bed and I will take the couch downstairs,” he said with a wink.

Bryn walked over to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest, “But I’ll get cold,” she pouted with her most pitiful voice.

Charlie placed a reverent kiss on top of her head as he swayed her from side to side. “You’re not one of those girls that sticks your freezing cold feet under my butt at all hours, are you?”

Bryn was laughing at the mental image he gave her. “Yup,” she continued without thinking, “and I expect at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, otherwise some unlucky dude might end up with a pencil stuck in their eye tomorrow.

Charlie released her, holding his hands up in surrender. “I promise to keep my hands to myself so that you can get some rest.”

Bryn could feel her face pulling into a dramatic pout as she tried imagining a night bereft of Charlie’s wonderful lovemaking skills. She wanted to reclaim the stupid sentence about needing sleep so that she could leave the intimacy door open. Adding to her earlier sentence, “Well, not a full eight hours. I mean I could live with six or even seven if you had something in mind.”

Charlie playfully answered without so much as a smile, “I can behave myself. It’s you that I worry about, Bryn.”

Smacking him on the arm, she added, “You’re the sex fiend, not me!”

Charlie held up his hands again in surrender, “I was just kidding, Bryn. I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are well-rested for work tomorrow.”

“Good. Now, can I use your washer to wash my clothes? I bet I can piece together an outfit from the things that I already have here. I would just need a t-shirt, could borrow one from you? I can wear my sandals to the shop, hopefully my boss won’t notice. That way I can have Corey pick me up from here in the morning and we can go straight to work. It would save me from having to get up extra early.”

“Sure, kitten. Help yourself. Laundry soap is in the cupboard above the washer downstairs.”

Charlie sat down at the kitchen table, working the knots from on his boots. Without looking up at her, he continued, “I don’t have to be to work in the morning until 11, but I have to work double shifts until Wednesday, and the late shift on Thursday. I switched shifts with another doctor so I work Friday, too. This way, I will have the week-end and early next week off.”

Bryn sat down next to him as she tried to figure out his schedule, giving up mid-week. “So will I get to see you at all this week?” Her heart had plummeted at the thought of not being able to see Charlie for five days. It had only been a few days, but she craved his presence like a drug. When he was around, her sense of urgency waned, leaving her able to relax and enjoy life instead of it just swirling around her like a vortex, drowning her in emotions.

“Sorry, Bryn. You can text me, and I will try to answer whenever I can. I probably will be sleeping at the hospital most of the week. I did this for a reason, kitten.”

Charlie tossed his boots beside the door, walking over to his computer in the kitchen, bumping the mouse to bring the screen back to life. Bryn followed to look over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. On the screen was a photo of a picturesque town, with rolling hills and scenic roads. Charlie clicked on an icon taking him to the website of a resort, surrounding by scenic beauty. The next click was to a small circular cabin, nestled deep in the forest. The pictures inside the cabin showed only one bedroom, a small bathroom with a soaking tub, and a pocket kitchen. It seemed like the perfect lover’s getaway.

“I wanted to take you away next weekend. I thought we could ride, if you were up to it. I can see if Corey can add a backrest on my bike for you, to make it more comfortable. This place is down in Illinois, about 4 hours away.” Charlie moved aside, letting her look at the computer.

“This place looks really expensive, Charlie. I don’t think I could…” Bryn couldn’t finish her thought; Charlie made her squeak when he grabbed her arms, muffling her words with a passionate kiss. He didn’t let up until he felt the fight leave her arms, relaxing into his embrace. He let go of her mouth, but not her arms.

“I want to take my girl out for the weekend and spoil her. Just shut up and say yes.” He kissed her again, moving from her lips to brush lightly across her jaw, down her neck. He was gently biting her pulse point, then running his tongue up to her earlobe. Bryn could hardly contain her excitement as a moan escaped her lips.

“Is that a yes?” Charlie whispered in her ear, causing goose bumps to erupt across her flesh. Bryn had lost all control of her voice and could just barely nod her answer.

“Good, because my only other persuasion technique would not have been much fun for you,” Charlie said as he bent down, placing his shoulder against her mid-section, lifting her up. “But it would have been so much fun for me.” Bryn couldn’t help but squirm and giggle as he carried her to the bedroom. Charlie slapped her ass as he playful growled, “Be still, wench.”

“I thought you were going to behave?” Bryn pouted as he threw her down on the bed, “I have laundry to do, remember?”

Charlie started undoing her boots, sliding the zippers down, tugging them off her feet. “I’ll throw your clothes in the wash after I make you scream my name a couple times.” He moved on to undo her jeans, hurriedly yanking the denim down over her leg. The material caught on her ankle, making her wince.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Bryn.”

He gently pulled on the cuff until the material unbunched, her legs slipping free. His voice turned accusatory when he saw her burned ankle, “Bryn your burn doesn’t have cream or a bandage on it.”

Bryn growled at his change in temperament, “I put them both on when I got dressed earlier, but the bandage must have slid off and gotten stuck in my jeans, Dr. Glynn,” she said slowly, as if irritated. “Now bring back Charlie, I like him much better. Dr. Glynn is too damn serious.”

Scoffing at her, “You’ll be sorry when you have a scar marring your beautiful skin.”

Bryn rolled her eyes as Charlie reached out to take his hands. Lifting her up, he tried pulling her tank top off her body. Bryn quickly swatted his hands away. “Uh uh, Charlie. Eye for an eye tonight. You have to lose an article of clothing for each one of mine. You have had plenty of time to study the human body; I haven’t had such a fine specimen to look at. Ever.”

Charlie dramatically rolled his eyes now, as he backed away from the bed. “Fine, kitten.” He walked over to his nightstand, turning on the lamp, as he continued, “But just so you know, my exposure to the naked female body is limited. Very limited.”

Bryn tried to contain her elation from his admission. She wanted to bask in the knowledge that he had very few lovers, but he quickly took her breath away as he reached behind his head with one hand, pulling up on his t-shirt in between his shoulder blades. The material slowly started to rise in the front, exposing his midriff. Licking her lips, Charlie smirked as he finished pulling the material forward over his head. His eyes never left hers as he balled the shirt up, throwing it in the corner. Stalking back over to her, he lifted her up again, this time pulling her shirt over her head. She lay back down on the bed, barely propping herself up on her arms as she watched him undo his belt and then his jeans. He pulled them off, dropping them right there on the floor.

Avoiding her ankles, Charlie reached out to grab her calves, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Grasping her thong in his hands, he yanked the material in opposite directions until the material shredded. Bryn could see the lust clouding his eyes in the soft light of the room as he stepped out of his boxers, his glorious cock springing free from its confines. Bryn swallowed tightly as she lifted her head to marvel at his perfectly muscular body, all the way from his thighs, taut stomach, bulging arms and tight shoulders. She took a staggering breath as he unhooked her bra, peeling back the material from her breasts. He ran his hands down her body, caressing her skin. Falling to his knees, he pushed her legs open, hooking them over his shoulders.

It didn’t take long for his warm breath to flutter across her mound, teasing as he used his fingers to open her slippery folds. Her patience was waning as she waited for him to attack her sensitive flesh. She looked down to see what he was waiting for, seeing his blue-green eyes staring back at her.

“I’m going to be quick, Bryn. We both need some sleep. I didn’t plan to do this at all, but I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. I promise. I will worship every inch of your body next weekend.”

Bryn nodded her head, before dropping it back into the mattress. Charlie made good on his promise as his lips and tongue attacked her clit, peeling the hood pack as he pulled at the bud with his teeth. His other fingers ran up and down her slit, gathering up her juices and then plunging deep inside her core. It took seconds for her need to sky rocket, the climax building quickly, making her hips undulate. Charlie added another finger, stretching her tissues, until she could feel the orgasmic wave crash over her. She hadn’t even come down from her high as Charlie stood up, slipping the bulbous head of his cock inside her.

“Are you on the pill, Bryn?” Charlie groaned as he rolled his hips, “I’m bare, but this feels too fucking good to stop.”

“It’s okay,” Bryn gritted out, “Stay in. We’re good.” Her mind went blank as he held her legs up, standing in between them on the floor, pumping in and out of her. At this angle, he was hitting her so deep, so hard, that she thought he was going to rip her apart. She could feel his cock swell as he let go of one of her legs, landing his thumb directly on her clit. The extra sensation was more than she could handle, and her second orgasm ripped through her as Charlie pumped his seed deep inside her body. “Oh, God, Yes, Charlie. Yessssssss!” she screamed, feeling the release rocket through her, her body twitching with pleasure. Charlie stood there panting, eyes closed. A smile crept across his face as he let go of her legs, pulling out. She winced, realizing that she had never been pounded like that before. Her internal muscles were fluttering, sending aftershocks through her body.

Charlie steadied himself on the footboard, holding up two fingers with his other hand. “Two, kitten,
and
you screamed my name,” he panted.

Regaining his composure, Charlie found his boxers on the floor and slipped them back on. “Bedtime, kitten. I would prefer that you sleep naked, but I can get you something to sleep in, if you don’t like to sleep in the nude.”

Bryn stretched her body out in an exaggerated yawn, before she curled up on his bed, pulling the covers over herself. “I’m good like this. Can you throw me my phone?”

Charlie reached down to pick up her shredded jeans, pulling her phone out of her pocket. As he handed it to her, he said coldly, “I want you sleeping before I get back from starting the laundry, Bryn.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head as she made her way to the bathroom. “Whatever, Charlie. Sounds like you are asking for binder clips to be clipped to your manhood.”

Bryn shut the door as he called back to her, “You love it and you know it, Bryn.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she trilled back.

Smiling to herself, she quickly texted Corey to let him know she was spending the night, and would need a ride in the morning. Feeling utterly exhausted, she let her body drift into a deep slumber, dreaming of a perfect life with Charlie.
I won’t end up alone.

B
ryn stared at her computer screen, the numbers a blur as her mind wandered. Small snippets of the last fourty-eight hours kept replaying in her brain as she sat at her desk. Bryn could barely hear a phone ringing as she continued to daydream. She jumped when her boss Mitch yell from his office, “Answer the fucking phone, Bryn!”

“Double M Harleys, this is Bryn, how can I help you?”

Bryn spent the next ten minutes trying to explain to the customer service representative on the phone what was wrong with the last parts order. The jackass wasn’t going to cut them a deal on the overpriced swing arm assemblies they had sent a week late, causing them to have to cut the price of a refab they had done for a local couple. It would cut into their profit, but an unhappy customer was a loud customer. That is what Mitch and his wife Marley both said when they hired her.