Page 40 of Shadowing Charlotte

Chapter forty

Alexander

T he hour after Tim left had been calm and quiet.

Charlotte and I made breakfast and washed the dishes, before she showered and dressed.

I watched from the doorway of the bathroom as she did her makeup, swaying her hips to some indie song on her playlist. By the time we were ready to leave, it was nearly noon.

Meeting Charlotte's father hadn't been anywhere near as nerve-wracking as I had expected it to be.

Charlotte meeting my mother, on the other hand, was beyond terrifying.

As I drove, I clenched the wheel to keep my hands steady, glancing over at Charlotte every few minutes.

It wasn't particularly hot out, but I could feel myself sweating.

She sat silently in the passenger seat, chewing contemplatively on her bottom lip. The green sundress she'd put on made her skin look extra soft and glowy in the afternoon sun.

"Nervous?" I asked her, forcing a smile.

"A little," Charlotte replied, resting her hand on my thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"You're going to make my dick hard if you keep that up." I smirked at her, placing my hand over hers to keep it still. Charlotte's touch was a welcome, if only temporary, distraction.

"Do you want me to make your dick hard, Alexander?" she asked in a taunting purr, a wide, mischievous grin stretching across her face. And fuck, I did, if only for the opportunity to escape reality and bask in the glory that was Charlotte.

"Please," I groaned. Her smile widened and Charlotte shifted in her seat, leaning over the center compartment and unbuttoning my jeans. I kept my eyes locked on the road, even as her hand slid beneath the waistband of my pants, wrapping around my stiffening cock. "Fuck, Charlie. "

Her golden eyes sparkled as she looked up at me from beneath her long lashes, stroking me with long, sure motions.

"Keep your eyes on the road, baby. We don't want to crash, do we?

" Charlotte teased, pulling my cock out.

Fuck, she could undo me with the slightest touch, even the strongest of my walls crumbling beneath the wreckage of her storm.

"Charlie," I warned, my voice shaky as I gripped the wheel harder. When she wrapped her mouth around me, I nearly saw stars, a hiss slipping from my lips as pleasure shot through me. "Oh, God. Fuck, baby!" I moaned, one of my hands slipping from the wheel to grip her hair.

Charlie let out a happy little hum around my length that only made my dick throb harder.

"How am I supposed to drive like this?" I groaned, thrusting into her mouth.

Giggling, she released me, sitting up and licking her lips.

"Fucking minx," I muttered, sighing as I pushed my hair out of my eyes and shaking my head.