Healing Hearts (Hope River #3) - Margaret McHeyzer Page 0,4
rooms are back there.” I indicate to the hallway, and hope to God they don’t have a look, because I think Charlie’s in there, waiting for me. “And now, you have a state-of-the-art kitchen,” I say with a huge smile.
Elle’s beaming with so much love and gratitude. She turns and says something in a small voice to Hope as I look at what I’m cooking.
“Let’s eat!” Hope announces with a jump and clap of her hands. Hope can eat any time she’s near food.
They all walk out, and I sneak a look to make sure no one is paying attention to me. Great, just the way I like it. Picking up the tea towel, I wipe my hands, throw it on the counter, and take off to the bathrooms.
Charlie’s got me up against the wall the moment I open the door. He hooks my leg up over his hip, moves my panties to the side, and pushes into me. “Jesus,” I moan as he thrusts hard, taking my breath away.
He tries to kiss me, but I move my head to the side. He grabs my hands with one of his, and holds them up over my head, while the other is under my butt holding me up. “You feel great when you’re wet, Pop Rock.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I say as he keeps plunging into me.
He tries to kiss me again, but I move my head the other way. He moves closer, and kisses my neck, all while his hips keep fluidly pumping into me. “Leave your hands up there,” he barks. He lowers his hand, moves back so we can watch as he screws me, and starts rubbing and pinching my clit. I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes. It’s all too much for me. The danger of knowing people are only a few feet away and can catch him rubbing my clit, and his cock pushing into me makes me let out a long moan as I come around his dick. “That’s it,” he says as he tries to kiss me again.
Turning away, I avoid his kiss, again. He should know by now; I don’t do kissing. Ever. It’s too intimate and personal. We’re only fuck buddies. He moves his hands, grasps my hips tightly, and finishes pumping into me.
He lays his forehead against mine, coming with a deep grunt. My heart rate begins to calm, and now we’re in the awkward after phase of the hook-up. “I’ve gotta get back to the kitchen,” I say. This is my chance to hightail it out of here.
Charlie’s shoulders sink slightly, as he gives me a small nod. “Right.” He lets me down and I clean up quickly while Charlie cleans himself with his back to me. “Um, I was thinking,” Charlie’s soft voice tells me he’s going to ask or say something serious and it sets off warning bells with me.
Oh no. Nope, not gonna happen. “Look I’m really busy, can we talk later?” I flush the toilet, pull up my panties, and fix my dress.
“Yeah, of course.” Charlie’s smile is strained. I wash my hands, quickly check that Charlie is ready to go, open the door and walk down the hallway. “Your dress, in the back. It’s caught.”
As I fix my dress, and I hear Aunt May. “Where has she disappeared to this time? I swear, that girl has been so secretive…” Aunt May, Elle, and Hope are staring at me walking down the hallway from the bathroom, still adjusting my dress. My eyes widen, and the breath catches in my throat. I look behind me to see Charlie zipping his jeans.
Oh shit. I duck my head and walk back into the kitchen. “Um,” Charlie says before taking off out of here.
Thankfully Aunt May, Elle, and Hope all leave the café. “Phew,” I mumble, relieved they didn’t say anything. Maybe they didn’t notice? Who am I kidding? Of course, they did. Charlie was zipping his jeans up, and I was adjusting my dress. I could say I was helping Charlie do something, but that won’t fly with this crowd. I’ll just remain quiet, and not say anything. If anyone asks, I won’t give them anything. It’s no one’s business who I’m having sex with. Not even Aunt May’s. She won’t ask though. She never does.
That’s what I love about Aunt May. She’s the only person in my entire life I can rely on for anything. She’s not intrusive, and offers advice only when I