Page 46

She barely walked into the bedroom when Hemlock bounded into the room wrapping his arms around her. “What are you doing?”

“Taking control of this situation.” He smirked.

With her heart pulsing in her ears, she knew tonight would differ from before. It was different because whether Hemlock admitted it or not; she had brought trouble to his door. With her heart heavy, she knew come tomorrow she would start looking for somewhere else to live. Not that Hemlock would ever ask her to move. No, he was too much of a sweetheart to be mean. She would have to be the one to take that first step.

With his arms wrapped around Charlie, Hemlock kicked the bedroom door closed. Keeping her pressed tight against him, he moved them deeper in the room. When she said his name, he silenced her with a deep, slow kiss. Everything he wanted was her. The way she responded to him had sealed the deal for him.

Charlie tried telling him she was sorry for all the trouble, but Hemlock silenced her with another round of passionate kisses, anudge of his tongue had Charlie melting into the kisses. Moving toward the bed, he caressed her neck with his mouth. His hands were already easing up her body.

With Hemlock pressed against her, Charlie could feel how much he wanted her.

Slipping out of his arms, she slipped out of her clothes, leaving her naked. He loved the sight of her breasts as her breath hitched. Her trim waist meeting the fullness of her hips had his mouth watering as his eyes traveled lower over her body. Reaching out his fingers, he toyed with a lock of her long hair.

Leaning down, he moved his mouth over one rigid nipple and pulled on it with his teeth. Charlie moaned in pleasure. Walking her backwards, he pushed her down on the bed, then crawled over her.

“You’re still dressed.” Smiling, she reached between them to unbuckle his belt. Her hands tugged at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops of his jeans.

“I am. Are you helping me out of my clothes?”

“I am.” She loved the way he watched her so intently.

Rolling them over, he brought her on top of him. “I think this would be easier for you.” Slipping out of his shirt, he watched as she leaned forward, ran her tongue over his nipples before scraping her teeth over them slowly. She wanted him naked. Going up on her knees as she straddled him, she smiled as he shoved his jeans down. Slipping off the bed, Charlie stood between his legs and tugged off his pants. Licking her lips, she appreciated the full erection that his hand stroked. Crawling back over him, she moved against him. His hands went to herhips, lifting her, positioning the head of his erection at her entrance.

Easing down his cock, she ground against him. He gripped her hips, pushing deeper into her sex. “Sweetheart,” he gritted out. “You need to get moving.” Watching as she smiled down at him, Hemlock flipped them over, causing her to scream. When she wiggled against him, trying to get him moving, he pinned her down. “My turn, sweetheart.”

“I really need you to get moving, babe.” Reaching out for his hands, Hemlock gripped hers as he started moving against her body. If anyone said she withered, Charlie would have rolled her eyes. But here she was, withering beneath him. She felt him everywhere. She couldn’t get a clear thought in her head. There was a lot to say about begging.

Hemlock slid out of her, moving down her body, lavishing kisses and nipping down along her stomach to the apex of her sex. He felt her hands tangle in his hair. Running his fingers through her folds, he nipped the inside of her thighs. His tongue came close to her sex, then moved away. She moved, trying to get him where she wanted him.

Then he flipped her over. He massaged her ass, moving his hands down her legs as he shoved them apart to accommodate his size. Pulling her up on her hands and knees, he plunged into her wet pussy, moaning deep in his throat at the feeling of her wrapping around his cock.

She arched her back, pressing hard against him. He watched as she looked over her shoulder and watched him fuck her. Her eyes locked on their bodies coming together made him harder. When she slowed, he grabbed her hips and held her firmly against him while he grounded against her. Hemlock felt herbody tremble as she began moving roughly against him. His mind went silent as they fell over the edge together. When his body finally calmed, he collapsed with her on the bed.

Charlie tried to speak. Instead, she just rolled with Hemlock as he pulled her into his side. She had never felt so relaxed in her entire life. If he asked her, she would let him do anything he wanted at this point.

An hour later, Hemlock lay next to Charlie as she stared at the ceiling thinking about how Crispen and Ashley had managed to ruin yet something else in her life. Rolling into a seated position on the side of the bed, Charlie’s emotions were getting the best of her. Glancing back at Hemlock, she watched him sprawled out on the bed sleeping. The light that filtered in from outside made him look angelic.

“Are you okay, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go downstairs and get a drink of water.”

“Mmmm-kay, don’t be too long.”

“I won’t.” Getting up, Charlie picked up her clothes from the floor and carried them with her as she left the bedroom. Standing in the hall she dressed quickly before quietly going downstairs.

She said she wouldn’t go. Promised she would keep her head. But there she was, sneaking out of the condo, heading for a showdown that was a long time coming.

Charlie had laid awake too long thinking about all the aggravation and upheaval Ashley and Crispen had caused her. It made no sense to her, and she wanted answers. She needed answers. Jack Nicholson’s words from an older movie ranthrough her head. Something about wanting answers, needing answers, not being able to handle the truth. She wasn’t exactly sure on the words just that his voice was the sound she was hearing in her head. Maybe she had a head injury, and all of this was just a figment of her imagination. Stranger things had happened to people.

Chapter Twenty-Five

The ride to the apartment took only thirty minutes. Charlie wished she’d have taken the long way. Although she was ready to confront Ashley and Crispen, she was in no way ready to be involved in another brawl. Pulling into the parking lot, she found an empty spot and parked the car. She didn’t get out, instead she sat there listening to the soft music that played through the car’s speakers.

Glancing over her shoulder, she didn’t see anyone meandering around the parking lot. It was, after all, the middle of the night. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the seat, thinking about why she had come there? What was she going to achieve by confronting them? Thinking about how much time she had wasted being mad and hurt over Ashley and Crispen’s betrayal only irritated her. If she wanted to move forward, which she did with Hemlock, she needed to be free of her exes.

Praying silently this wouldn’t be the same situation like the last time she’d been there, Charlie shut off the car and got out. Standing in the parking lot, she stared at the apartment building and second guessed being there. “What am I doing?”

This wasn’t her; she wasn’t confrontational, and she wasn’t a fighter. Climbing back into the car Charlie closed the door, deciding she’d just buy her time until she could get out of the lease. If she were lucky, Hemlock would still be asleep when she arrived back home.Home. What a great thought.