Page 67 of Take Two

I drop myself on the bed and stare at the ceiling at this latest revelation.

“You mean to tell me, you don’t have your own bank account? What about the one you had before you got married?”

“I still have it, but I have about two grand in there. That’s it.”

“How did he get you fired?” I want to ask more questions. I want to ask how an otherwise intelligent human being can be so damn stupid. “You know what, not now. I’m going to book you a room, and I’ll text you the info. Make up a story for Mom because this will make her blood pressure skyrocket. Go pack a bag.”

There's another sniffle before she says, “Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”

“I don’t lend money, Terri. It’s a gift. Send me your bank info, and I’ll transfer some money to you. Does Spence have access to your personal account?”

When she says no, I end the call. Seconds later, she sends me her info, and I transfer the money. Once I make the reservation at a nearby hotel, I text her the confirmation.

I’m still on the bed thinking about the events of tonight when Charlie walks in.

“Everything okay?” he lies next to me, and I put my legs on his.

“Yeah. She’s getting a hotel room tonight.” I turn and cuddle to his side. “I’m so embarrassed,” I admit.

“Don’t you dare.” He grabs me and pulls me on top of him. “You’ve done all you can for tonight. You’re a good sister, but how about we forget about that, and you ride me like you promised.

My mouth lands on his, and I forget the recent events. His hands slide up my dress, and he cups my ass.

“Mmhmm,” I moan when he squeezes. “I love those big strong hands,” I whisper. He pulls off my belt, lifts the dress, and I break the kiss long enough for him to lift it over my head and toss it to the floor. I jump off and remove my bra and panties.

“I wanted to do that myself,” he says. He sits up and removes his own clothes. A few seconds later, we’re both naked, and I jump into his arms. He catches me just like I knew he would.

“You’re so strong,” I moan against his mouth. I kiss my way down until I find his dick. It’s hard and waiting for me, and I give him no warning before I take him as far back as I can.

“Oh, darlin’,” he says. His hand lands on my head, and he caresses my hair. “Yeah, just like that. Take it all the way down your greedy little throat.” When I gag, he moans again, but I let him slip out of my mouth. As much as I love the taste of his cum, tonight, I want the first batch in my pussy.

I straddle his strong thighs, and he sits up. He kisses me hungrily and lifts me so I can slide down.

“Yes,” I hiss as he fills me. “Just like that, Charleston,” I say, using his full name.

“You’re a filthy girl,” he says. “Look at what I found in your drawer today.” He puts his hand under a pillow and pulls out my small, purple vibrator. With him inside of me, he puts it on my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan at the sensation.

“I’m making that pussy sing, ain’t I, darlin’?” he says.

My eyes fly open and lock with his. “I love it when you talk dirty.” He adds pressure to my clit and increases the power of the vibrator. The orgasm runs through me as I throw my head back and call out his name. I tighten around him, and he slips further inside of me.

“You’re such a dirty one, aren’t you?” he says. “Get off and take this nut in your mouth.”

“No, I want it in my pussy.”

“I know you do, butIwant it in your mouth. I want to see you swallow. Don’t make me ask you again.” He slaps my ass, jolting me and taking me by surprise.

I hop off and he wraps his hand around his dick. I bend down, and he grabs the back of my neck while he maneuvers me to his throbbing shaft. I open my mouth just in time. He slides inside and explodes, filling it with the salty, sticky mixture.

“Swallow it all,” he commands. He pulls out of me. “Let me see you do it,” Charlie orders, and I do.

“No huntin’ or fishin’,” she says. “Or muddin’. I heard that on a TV show and still have no idea what it means, but I should let you know that I don’t like mud.”

“Why are you dropping your g’s?” He runs his hand down my naked and sweaty back.

“I’m gettin’ in character,” I say with that horrible southern drawl.

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