Page 37 of Ghost of Ex-mas Past
“He guessed!” Jasper says defensively.
“We’re not supposed to tell anyone yet! And I—” Kayla cuts herself off, her eyes on my chest. Her gaze narrows. “Is that...is that a bite mark?”
I look down. My shirt has gaped open since I never buttoned it back up. I pull one side closed to cover up the red teeth marks.
Kayla glares at me. “So help me god if that was from anyone’s teeth but Bea’s?—”
“It was Bea,” I say quickly. “I swear.”
Kayla relaxes, and then tenses again. “Okay, well don’t take this as commentary on that but—blerghghghghghgh.”
Unholy noises come out of Kayla as she barfs. Jasper grimaces—or never stopped grimacing since I got here—and rubs her back more.
I’m not sure how to get myself out of this politely, so I wait. Kayla has nothing left in her stomach to toss up, so it doesn’t take long until she’s spitting, flushing, and Jasper’s wiping her face with a piece of toilet paper.
“Just go,” she says miserably, and I do. I retreat up the stairs, condom burning a hole in my pocket, only to open the door to my room and see Bea sprawled out on my bed, asleep.
19
Bea
I wake up hugging a furnace.It’s so hot under the cover, I might even be sweating.
I open my eyes and see the broad expanse of a back—Charlie’s back. I’m jet-packing him, my arms around his waist, his ass in my groin, and my thighs against the back of his.
Oh yes. Charlie went down on me last night and it was so fucking hot. If I were a camp counselor, Charlie would receive the Most Improved award for his oral skills.
My forehead rests against his upper back, and his muscles move slightly—he’s awake.
“Morning,” I say.
Charlie stretches away from me and I hear thethunkof his phone hitting the nightstand before he turns around to face me. Charlie’s shirtless—yum—and I spot a flash of black fabric and bare legs under the covers. He’s wearing boxer briefs, and I’m naked.
I sit bolt upright. “Oh my god, did I fall asleep while having sex with you?”
The bed shakes with Charlie’s laughter. I try to smack his shoulder with the back of my hand, but he grabs it instead and pulls me down.
“You fell asleep before that could get started. Your post-orgasm bliss was too strong and you were out by the time I got back here.”
I groan. “You’re going to be insufferable today, aren’t you?”
Before Charlie can answer, there’s a knock on the door. We both sit up and I clutch the sheet to my boobs. “Yeah?” Charlie calls softly.
Naomi’s voice comes through the door. “Bea? You may want to sneak out before anyone else wakes up.”
Whelp. One sister knows where I spent the night, although I don’t know how I thought I was going to get around that. “Shit, yeah.” I throw off the covers and search for my dress. I find it haphazardly draped over Charlie’s open luggage and grab my thong and bra from their similar scattered fate.
“Hey,” Charlie says softly, and I pause. He’s stood up from the bed, and I get to see Charlie in all his grown-up glory.
When I finally meet his eyes, his gaze is soft and warm as he pulls me in for a kiss.
I deepen it and cling to him. Neither of us are minty-fresh, but Charlie tastes like Charlie, and I like it.
He finally pulls away. “Go shower. We’ll talk later.”
By the timeI shower and go downstairs, the entire house is up except for Kayla. Jasper is in the kitchen making pancakes while the moms are at the kitchen counter with Gary. My dad and the rest of the kids are at the table.
“Grab a plate, Bea,” Jasper calls. There’s a stack on the counter, so I grab one and sidle up next to him. A large hot griddle and two pans on the stove are cranking out steaming pancakes. He gives me an odd look, and even though I showered I feel like I have a “freshly orgasmed” stamp on my face. He gestures to a pancake. “This one’s about ready to flip. Want anything on it?” He nods to bowls of various sizes filled with nuts and chocolate chips and fruit.
