Later that Night…
Charleigh Smith…
Tonight, has been more than revealing to me.
Why?
Because I have spent the majority of the night watching the chemistry bouncing wildly between Jeremy and my best friend. It was almost as if I could see a translucent thread coiled tightly between them - keeping them tethered close to one another. Any movement one of them made, the other would almost anticipate it until it was like watching them perform an intricate and intimate dance. The way his eyes would track her every movement, or how he would just openly stare at her when he thought Jason wasn't paying attention.
Dakota was no better - the lust and hunger that she was feeling for Jeremy was shining like a damn lighthouse in the dead of night. For as much as he seemed obsessed with her movements and actions, she was equally affected by his.
I can't help but wonder if something has happened between them. Unfortunately, I haven't had the opportunity to talk to my best friend alone. I mean, usually we would have some hot chocolate and share our day's news with one another but the minute that the movie we were watching finished, she announced that she was exhausted and was heading off to bed.
What truly surprised me was the fact that Jason seems completely oblivious to it all. I mean, I think he is oblivious because there has been no sign of him watching them suspiciously or asking them what is going on. Now, I don't know if it is simply a case of not wanting to see it, because honestly, in the time we have been here I have noticed that Jason is one of the most perceptive men I have ever met.
"You're up late," speak of the devil, his voice washes over me like a soft, lovers caress.
"Yeah, couldn't sleep. You?" I turn from the kitchen window where I was just staring out into the wilderness that surrounds the house. I love the seclusion here. I didn't think that I would, but it truly feels like a part of home is here in this little corner of the world.
"Same-"
"Anything you want to talk about?" I offered, my breath instantly caught in the back of my throat - standing before me in a pair of low riding jeans, the buckle hanging open along with the top button giving a tantalising glimpse of the happy trail of hair that started at his belly button all the way down into his boxers, out of view. However, it wasn't just that, it was the dramatic cut of his Adonis belt leading up to the washboard abs that could be mistaken for chiselled marble. Stretching out into the widest chest I have ever witnessed in a man. The perfect shape of his nipples were pointing at me in all their glory. An extremely light dusting of chest hair was just like the icing on the cake. By the time my eyes met his, he was smirking but the heat in his eyes belied the true hunger he was feeling.
Terrified to blink because usually when I did, the look would have bled away, and I was left wondering if I had even seen it in the first place.
"Not really," and this time it was my turn to watch the way his eyes slowly slid down my body.
The further down he travelled the more predatory his look turned, almost feral in its intensity. Kicking up my arousal to the point where it felt like my body wanted to move to him but at the same time I felt completely rooted to the spot.
I have never felt so naked while being dressed before - although dressed doesn't quite cover what I am right now. As usual I had pulled on my little hot-pants to sleep in and a slightly over-sized Pantera tour shirt sat just below the junction between my legs. My hair was tied up in a messy bun to sleep in and my feet and legs were completely bare making his gaze feel more physical than it actually was. The slow way his tongue slid along his bottom lip had my thighs clenching together, an action that lit his eyes up even more.
"Let's go sit in the living room where we will be more comfortable?" He suggested, "unless you were headed back to bed?"
"No-" my response was instant, and he smiled that way he did that could turn my insides to instant mush, "no I wasn't heading back to bed!" Heat stung my face in an instant.
"Good," he grabbed himself a bottle of water from the fridge and then followed behind me, the whole time I could feel the heat and weight of his stare on my body, and it was a thrill that I had never felt with anyone else.
God, the way my body responded to him in ways that I truly didn't understand. I had always thought that I was well versed in the art of attraction and seduction but with Jason it was almost like I was starting right back at the beginning when I had been a fresh-faced little virgin. Stupid right? I mean I know in my heart that this is different, what I am feeling for this man is beyond anything that I have ever experienced and honestly, I can't even begin to imagine ever being attracted to anyone else from this point forward.
Dropping down onto the sofa, I felt my body light up when he sat right next to me, his thigh resting against my own as he unscrewed the lid of his bottle. Fuck, how did he even make drinking plain old water look sexy as Hell?
We sat there in silence while he drank a good amount of his bottle. When he was done, he screwed the lid back on and placed it on the bed, and turned to me, "so, tell me again are you single?" The intensity in his voice knocked me off guard.
"Yes. I am single," I swallowed hard, an action that he most definitely caught because that smirk was back.
"Do I make you nervous, Charleigh?" The brush of his finger along the length of my thigh short circuited my brain, my body fired up in an instant, a flare of undiluted lust coursed through my veins.
This was new. This forwardness in him was what I had been hoping for but never seen until now apparently. The moment he reached my knee, his whole hand curled inward until he was gripping my thigh and sliding higher, so very slowly that it was fucking painful, a small pinch tore my eyes to his, "I asked you a question, beautiful?!"
Beautiful? That was another new one. Where had this aggressive nature been all this time? This was what I had ached for. This is what I had spent many a night fantasizing about.
"You-do-"
"And why is that?" He softly nudged my legs to part as he continued to slowly slide his hand up, his fingers trailing a feather-light trail up the inside of my thigh. I was trembling with need and nerves. The ache inside me was like a damn snowball rolling down a hill - growing with each small glide of his touch.
My eyes lifted to his and the burning desire that stared back at me was blinding in its ferocity. It was definitely matching my own desire. I could feel us now on a collision course - the weeks of circling one another had all accumulated to this point. The coming explosion promised earth shattering pleasure that I could barely wait to feel.
Did he feel it too?
Letting out a long breath that I hadn't even noticed had become lodged in my chest. I suddenly felt untethered in a way that also felt like the safest thing in the world to me because he was going to catch me. I could feel it. I ached for it. I ached for him.
Jason Adler…
Whenever I spend a prolonged length of time with Charleigh - I find it almost impossible to fall asleep. The thoughts that run rampant through my mind are loud enough to wake the dead, so of course sleep is never going to come.
Today felt like I hadn't had even a moment's reprieve from her - she was everywhere - in my space at work as she watched me working on a snow-mobile, trying to learn how to fix it in the off chance that I would need her to do it at some point. We went to lunch together, crowded into a small two-table in the diner that I liked to frequent as it appeared to be far more busy than normal. Riding home in my truck - which I couldn't even be put out about because she simply doesn't have a car here - her scent has seeped into every inch of the cab in my truck so deeply that I can smell her there even when she isn't present. We sat down to dinner together - a dinner that she prepared, and my daughter and Jeremy were present but my need for her at that point was so narrowed that it truly felt like it was just the two of us. And then we all decided to go down to the home-theatre to watch a movie together. Sitting in those bean-bag cushions right next to one another I was once again bombarded with the sweet, sensual plumes of her perfume until I spent half the movie worried that she would be able to see my hard-on that was constantly thumping at my jean-zipper.
For a few fleeting moments I believed that I had earned the reprieve that coming to bed should have caused but because today had been such a constant barrage of close quarters with her that I just couldn't settle, and I certainly couldn't find that moment of peace that should come from having temptation removed.
Leaving the haven that is my room, it never crossed my mind that I would find her here in the kitchen. I mean, when she first arrived - we had what could have been classed as a standing date every night as she adjusted to the time difference but once she had those late-night rendezvous became less and less. So, tonight I hadn't expected to find her here, staring out into the darkness at the back of the house.
My eyes had drunk in the way she was dressed - little boy-shorts clung to the curvious shape of her thighs, highlighting the little gap at the top. A Pantera tour-shirt sat just along the top of those thighs cutting in around her slender waist. Long shapely legs that looked smooth and even in the dim lighting I could see the healthy shine to them. With her long coffee-bean coloured hair was piled up high on the top of her head and she was completely devoid of all make-up. And still, she was hands down the single most beautiful woman I have ever seen. In that moment - my mind seemed to suddenly get with the programme that my heart and cock have been preaching - she is mine. And I have to find a way to make this work. I have to find a way to make her mine. Because honestly, living without her was killing me. Slowly my sanity was slipping away from denying myself the one thing that I want more than anything else in the world.
The truth is - I have everything that I could possibly need. Money in the bank. A roof over my head. A lucrative business. Food in the cupboards and fridge/freezer. I have my health. I have a best friend who has been by my side for more than half my life and a few other good friends whom I would do anything for. And most importantly I have my daughter back at my side. The only thing I don't have is - love.
Is what I am feeling for Charleigh love? I can't honestly say but it sure feels like it might be the beginning of it. And I just know that whatever is between us could be epic. A great love of the ages. Dramatic? Abso-fucking-lutely. However, that doesn't make it any less true.
"Ok, let's start smaller -" I groaned when she clearly was having trouble answering my initial question, I mean honestly, I could see how vulnerable that might make her feel and not a lot of women appreciated that. Charleigh was an incredibly proud and independent young woman so it doesn't really surprise me or disappoint me that she wouldn't answer. If anything, it made me proud of her.
"I would prefer that!" She stated, as I turned my body so that I was facing her completely.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Ye-yes-"
The growl died in my throat. My need to taste her beautiful mouth had been taunting me from the moment I laid eyes on her in that airport. I feel like I have been practically living on autopilot since that moment. My thoughts; consumed with her. My body; in a constant state of desperation to claim her as my own.
Bringing my hands up to her face - framing her between them. My thumb grazed across her bottom lip, and she let out what could only be described as a whimper - a needy little sound that had my cock prodding against the constraints of the denim jail it had been concealed in.
The anticipation of the moment was not something that I had ever felt before. It was a true testament to just how desperately I wanted her. How completely I need her.
Bringing her head towards me, I couldn't wait as my own head moved to meet her halfway, my lips sealed over hers and I swear to God the world burst into technicolour from the impact. It was like I had been living my life in shades of grey upto this point. I know this sounds melodramatic, but it was the best way I could describe it. I had never felt anything like this before and the best way I could describe it was I felt like I was experiencing what Dorothy experienced when she woke up in Oz. Everything became sharper, clearer, crisper, and just overall better.
The moan that came from Charleigh as our tongues met in a sensual caress fuelled my following movements. Somehow I managed to manoeuvre us into a much more comfortable position where she was spread out along the sofa underneath me and myself draped over the top of her sinuous body.
What felt like the most natural progression was when she opened her legs, accepting me in between those Heavenly thighs. My cock nestled against her pussy, and we somehow just began to grind against one another. God, I felt like a damn teenager all over again and I loved it. I loved the way it felt so completely intimate but innocent at the same time. There was no stopping the kiss as we continued to move in perfect coordination with one another.
The grinding of our pelvises was slow and hard - like we had all the time in the world. With one hand brushing along the nape of her neck, I reached up and pulled the hair-tie out of her hair and felt the soft, smooth sensation of her hair tumbling down - for weeks I had been dreaming of touching this hair and now that I was, it was better than I could have ever hoped for.
"Jay-" her voice came out breathy and desperate.
"Mmmm?" I asked my other hand sliding down the side of her frame.
"I want you-"
"God, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to hear that?" I groaned, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths rapid and husky, "but not like this baby, I don't want it to be some quick fumble on my sofa where we are both distracted about anyone else walking in on us-"
"Then take me to your room?"
"I want to take my time with you, beautiful," I sighed hating that I felt so conscious of my daughter in the house. I mean don't get me wrong - I love that she is here but this is delicate - Charleigh is her best friend and I have no idea how she would react if she ever found out and I don't ever want to upset her, "if we do this here, I will be too distracted about 'Kota walking in on us or catching you leaving my room. Please understand-"
"Of course, I understand," she replied, cupping the side of my face, "your daughter has to come first - always-"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that you don't mean-"
"I get it Jay. I promise I get it. You don't have to explain or justify it to me!"
"Could you be more perfect?" I kissed her once again, our bodies moulding into one another's. Time slipped away as we enjoyed the moment for what it was, "there is a convention coming up a couple of towns over, I usually go and come back the same day but how about I book us into a hotel, and we can spend the night together then?"
"Sounds perfect!" She smiled up at me and I swear that whatever it took from here on out I would never belong to anyone else.
For as much as she was mine, I was equally as much hers. I can't even remember a time when I have ever felt this strongly for a woman.
I never even felt this way about Anna. Not in the early days. Don't get me wrong, I will always be grateful to my ex for giving me my daughter but that was as far as feelings for my ex went. Now I had the option to have something real and serious - there was no way that I was going to mess that up. I couldn't. I wouldn't.
My life was finally beginning to come together. And I was going to grip it with both hands and never let go.