Pitbabes2, Chapter 4 pg7

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   “For real?” Charlie’s eyes lit up the moment he heard that.

   “Dead serious. He’s got no thoughts of his own. Like a kid who can’t think for himself, just nodding along to whatever I say. We talked for a bit, and then there was nothing left to say because his brain’s hollow.”

   “You’re harsh.”

   “But it’s the truth.” I slung my arm around my boyfriend’s neck. The more I thought about that whiny kid, the prouder I felt of Charlie—and of my own taste for picking such a great guy. “I like talking to smart people, like you, way more.”

   “But you always say I talk nonsense.”

   “Then pick simpler topics to talk about with me.”

   “Okay.” Charlie didn’t just agree with words. He sealed the promise with a kiss on my lips, gentle and soft, completely different from the emotional clash we’d had earlier. It was like he was slowly refilling the feelings that had spilled out before, steady and deliberate, until they surpassed what we’d had before without either of us realizing it.

   “Honestly, though, when you get all pissed off, it’s kinda sexy.”

   “Huh?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You’re into some weird stuff, Babe.”

   “Weird how? Life needs a bit of rawness sometimes.”

   “I was just annoyed, that’s all.”

   “Then get mad this time.” I grinned, sliding my hand onto his upper arm, giving it a light squeeze before slowly rubbing it. It was the clearest signal I could send. Even someone as clueless as Charlie would pick up on it instantly.

   “Hm?” Charlie’s hand moved to my waist. He just rested it there, staring at me like he was waiting to see where I’d lead him.

   But he got it all wrong.

   Tonight, I don’t want to be the one leading.

   “Do you know what that Willy did to me after you walked away?” I whisper softly in his ear. Just that one sentence, and the hands that were resting calmly start to grip tighter. That reaction tells me I’ve hit the mark. “He came and sat close, put his arm around my shoulder, closer than we are right now.”

   None of that actually happened. I’d never let anyone get that handsy with me, and Charlie knows it. These words are just a spark, a tease for his imagination. I just want to paint a vivid picture in Charlie’s head, scene by scene, of what it’d be like if I were in someone else’s arms. I want to see how far that calm composure of his can holds.

   “Then he slid his hand down to my waist, squeezing… just like you’re doing now. No, even harder.” The image must be getting clearer because I can hear Charlie’s breathing grow heavier. His hands start to wander, sliding from my waist to my hips. He pulls me closer… so close I can feel his heartbeat pounding, so strong it makes my own heart slip into its rhythm. “Try lifting my shirt. There might be marks.”

   “Babe… don’t make it too real,” Charlie warns, but the more he warns, the more I can’t stop myself from enjoying this.

   “It’s real,” I whisper by his ear. Charlie buries his face in the crook of my neck. “Everything you’re touching right now, Willy’s already had his hands on.”

   “Why are you acting like this?”

   “Like what?”

   “I can’t say it. The words in my head are too crude.”

   I laugh, delighted. Even if Charlie doesn’t say it, I can guess the words in his head. And the fact that he’s too shy to let me hear them makes my body burn hotter, because I know full well I’m turning this good boy into the kind of bastard I used to mess around with years ago.

   “If Willy did even more, would you say it then?”

   I provoke him deliberately.

   “What else did that bastard do?”

   And his response is even better than I imagined.

   Besides being a race car driver, a master’s student, a human rights activist, and a nerd, I think Charlie is also a damn good actor. At least right now, he’s making me genuinely believe he’s pissed off. He yanks my arm, dragging me up the stairs, gripping so hard it feels like he could crush my bones with his bare hands. I try to kiss him a few times, but Charlie dodges, grabbing my face and saying, “Stop,” in a flat tone. That moment sends shivers down my spine, my stomach churning like a thousand tiny storms swirling inside, which only makes me want to kiss him even more.

   Bang!

   Charlie shoves the bedroom door open, pulls me inside, and kicks it shut before I become the next target of his roughness. He slams me against the door—thud! The impact of my back hitting the wood sends a thrill through my trembling body. But the one who did it flinches. Charlie looks at me, eyes wide with shock.

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