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I slid closer and wrapped my arms around him. “Not so overactive, you are the President now, after all.”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I am.”
“Did you ever dream of having girls up here?”
Charlie barked out a laugh. “Only every fucking day, but never a girl like you.”
“Well, here I am,” I purred in his ear and gave it a nip, teasing him.
“Here you are.” Charlie smiled and leaned forward, pressing his body against mine until I was sprawled across the pile of pillows covered by a quilt that served as the only furniture in the treehouse. “Right where I need you.” His hips ground against me and I could feel just how hard he was already.
“And what are you going to do with me now that you’ve suckered me up here?” My heart raced as his hips moved in slow circles that pressed his denim-covered cock right up against my clit, swollen and throbbing.
“Suckered? You came up here willingly, babe.”
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a man with an imagination.”
He grinned and leaned forward, kissing me slowly. Softly. “I never could have imagined a woman like you, Savannah, not in my wildest dreams.”
“Charlie,” I moaned and closed my eyes. His sweet words never failed to get my blood pumping, so much that I didn’t even care that he hadn’t said he loved me back. Not yet.
“Seriously, Savannah. You are more than I could have hoped for and watching you become the woman you are, fuck, I’m in awe of you.” I cupped his cheeks at his words and stared deep into his mesmerizing gray eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”
“Who’s asking you to?”
“Nobody and I wouldn’t even if the whole fucking world asked. I love you Savannah. Completely. You’re mine.”
I liked the sound of that. “And you’re mine.”
“Damn straight.” He leaned forward and put his lips to mine, kissing and grinding against me while I writhed beneath him, begging with my body for him to take me right there in his childhood treehouse. He pulled back, too soon, and grinned.
“Just in case you forget,” he said and slid a ring on my finger.
Not that finger but the one right next to it, now sat a gorgeous white gold band with half a dozen black diamonds surrounded by a ruby. A gorgeous ruby that literally fucking glittered. “Charlie.”
“This isn’t a proposal because I don’t think either of us is ready for that. Yet. But this is my promise to you. My promise to love you as hard as I can, every fucking day. To never take you for granted. To make you scream my name at least once a day.”
When I spoke, my voice was breathless. “I like the sound of all that. A lot.”
He chuckled. “Good.” Then he kissed me, slow and hard until I rubbed up against him like he was my own personal scratching post. I was breathless and hungry for him as his hand lifted up one side of my romper and shoved my panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged deep and that was all it took for my orgasm to float to the surface.
“I love that I can get you off so easily.”
“That was just an appetizer,” I whispered in his ear and reached inside his pants. “Now I’m ready for the main course.” He groaned when I gave his cock a squeeze.
“Charlie! Charlie! Get down here, you need to see this.” Max’s voice was loud and his tone was serious. Instantly we were both on high alert.
“Later,” he growled, carnal intent clear in his eyes.
It took less than a minute before we righted our clothes and rushed inside where Max and Jana sat on the loveseat together and Jameson and Madison relaxed on the sofa. “What’s up, Dad?”
“Damn, you gotta see this.” Madison aimed the remote to rewind the live broadcast, her eyes wide with disbelief. Shock.
The screen changed from the news station studio to just outside the Emerald Isle Hotel & Casino. The reporter pointed to a room high above the ground. Behind her, blue and red lights from a dozen police cars, flashed.
“In more disturbing news today, local hero and community leader, Father Dietrich Mueller was found shot to death in his hotel room. Sources say he was with a woman identified as Bonnie Byrne-Ashby, who is also reported dead. Bonnie Byrne-Ashby is the wife of local tech guru, Calvin Ashby, and leaves behind a six-month-old daughter. It is unclear why the two were in a hotel room, particularly one owned by the victim’s husband’s family, but sources say it was a bloody, brutal crime scene. Join us back here at eleven, for more details.”
“What the—,” I said first, shocked at the news of Bonnie’s death—no, her murder.
Charlie gave my hand a squeeze. “A fucking shit storm is coming our way. I need to call Church.”
