Page 42 of Take Two

“This cute little earlobe.” I take it between my teeth and pull. “And this other one too.” I do the same to his other ear. “Do you know your right earlobe is droopier than your left?”

“Great. Now I have a side of Frankenstein with my Uncle Fester.”

I giggle and kiss my way down. “The sexiest Frankenstein slash Uncle Fester who ever lived,” I say before I bite his stomach, right above his navel. “This is definitely mine.” I wrap my hand around his dick. It goes from flaccid to stiff in seconds. “Turn over.” When he does, I bite both his butt cheeks in quick succession. “Mine,” I say, staking my claim. He groans and rolls onto his back again, pulling me on top of him before his hands land on my ass.

“I agree. I’m all yours. You’re mine too,” he says, serious this time. “This body belongs to me.”

“Yeah, it does,” I quickly agree.

“Should I not tell Vickie?” he jokes.

“Tell the world, Charleston.” I kiss the side of his neck and say, “I’m glad you invited me. I’m having so much fun.” He turns his head, and we end up in another slow kiss.

“I want to ask you something,” he says. I move away so I can look into his eyes. “I heard you on the phone earlier.” I make a face and look at the dark ceiling. “You sounded annoyed.”

“But then I rode that dick, and I was fine.” I roll off his body but cuddle to his side and rest my head on his chest. “Give me another kiss.” He does but ends it much too quickly.

“Don’t distract me with those lips and tits,” he teases. “I want you to talk to me.”

“You said tits,” I giggle.

“Talk,” he orders.

I take a deep breath as I think of what to say. I don’t open up easily, but Charlie has been honest with me about his past, and I want to be able to do the same.

“It was my sister. We don’t have the best relationship, and she called out of the blue. I thought something happened to our mother, but she called to invite me to brunch tomorrow. I told her I was out of town.”

“Do you want to invite her here so she can have brunch with us? Colt and Vickie won’t mind, and I can make—”

“No. Absolutely not. We already have to deal with helicopter brother. We don’t need my annoying sister too.” I move my head from his chest and put it back on my pillow. “I promise I’ll tell you all about my sister, but not this weekend. This weekend, I want to enjoy this beautiful place and focus on you.” He takes my hand in his, lifts it to his lips, and kisses the back of it. When he doesn’t say anything else, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Chapter 22

Charlie

“Sweet just like you,” I say. She puts the mug to my lips again, and I sip the frothy cappuccino. She swipes the foam from my lips and licks her finger. “Why don’t you set the table, darlin'?”

While I check the frittatas in the oven, and while Lettie looks around the kitchen, I lean against the counter and sip the drink she made for me. She’s in pajamas, but unlike the sexy teddy and robe shewore last night, she’s in a pair of black pajama pants and a matching top.

“Are you sure helicopter brother and Vickie won’t mind me messing around in their kitchen?” She looks at me with her big brown eyes. I wink at her, and she blushes, but she blows me a kiss.

“Why don’t you come over here and do that for real.” She looks around and comes to me. I put down the drink, lean down, and take her in my arms. I put a hand on her firm butt and pull her into me. She tastes of coffee and the brown sugar she sprinkled on top of her cappuccino. “I am so happy you’re here,” I say against her mouth. Her stomach growls and I grin at her. “Set the table. Breakfast is almost ready, and I’m positive my brother and sister won’t mind if you set their table. They probably won’t be up for hours.”

After setting the table for two, she makes two more cappuccinos.

“Oh my God, that smells and looks so good,” she says when I put her spinach, bacon, and cheese frittata in front of her. While I go back to the oven to get mine, I hear footsteps and the sounds of laughter.

Colt and Vickie come into the kitchen. My brother is carrying her bridal style, and when he sees us, he puts her down.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” he says to me. He goes to the table and pulls a chair out for Vickie. “My wife, your sister,” he says, enunciating sister, “is hungry.” He looks into my eyes before he sits next to her.

“You said you were going to make me breakfast, Colt,” Vickie says.

“You cook too?” Violet asks.

“No,” I answer on Colt’s behalf.

“He makes the most horrible eggs I’ve ever tasted. I think he put about a pound of black pepper in them. The bacon was undercooked, and the toast was burnt,” Vickie says.

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