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“When did you get to be such a stick-in-the-mud?” Kara teased.
She howled with laughter as Draco threw her over his shoulder and carried her toward the front door.
“You know,” Charlie said to me as she rounded the car. “Drunk people aren’t as fun when you’re sober.”
“Truth,” I replied, waiting for her to reach me before I started walking to the house.
“I can see why you’d want a sober person in your bed,” she said grinning. “Kara’s bound to pass out as soon as her head hits the mattress.”
“Yeah,” I said, following her inside. “That would put a damper on my plans.”
“Ooh,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at me. “You have plans?”
“At least a hundred,” I said, making her smile. “Maybe a thousand.”
“You think we’ll get to all of them tonight?”
I looked down at her leg. She’d stopped favoring it, but I knew it must still be sore. By the time she woke up in the morning, I had a feeling her entire thigh would be black and blue bruises. “I think we’ll make it through about half,” I replied jokingly. “If you’re still up for it.”
“Definitely,” she said, hurrying up the stairs.
I closed the door behind me and flipped the lock before following her. About halfway up the stairs, I glanced up to see Charlie mooning me from the top of them, her dress pulled up around her waist.
“Get a move on,” she ordered, shaking her ass from side to side.
I went to my room first, but she wasn’t there, so I continued down the hallway. Her dress was in a pile in the doorway of her room, and as I stepped inside I saw her standing next to the bed, stripped down to nothing but her G-string and the bandages covering her leg.
“So, I thought this would be a lot sexier,” she said jokingly, gesturing to her lower half. “And then I looked down and well—”
“Looks pretty fuckin’ sexy to me,” I replied, closing the door behind me.
“I’d take off the bandages, but—”
“Better to keep them on,” I said, cutting her off. “That way we’re more careful of ’em.”
She looked down and her leg and picked at the piece of tape at the top of her thigh.
“Leave it,” I ordered, leaning down to unlace my boots. “You know what wouldn’t be sexy? You start bleedin’ all over because your scratch opens back up while we’re busy.”
“Blood bothers you, does it?” she asked insinuatingly.
I laughed and pulled off my boots and socks. “You askin’ if I’m into blood play or are you askin’ if I care if a woman’s on her period?”
“Uh, both?” she replied, grimacing.
“Not into blood play—honestly don’t understand that shit—but to each their own,” I said as I continued stripping, dropping my clothes into a pile. “I don’t care if a woman’s on her period as long as she’s comfortable with it. If she’s self-conscious or whatever, it’s not fun for either of us, know what I’m sayin’?”
“Perfectly,” She replied, licking her lips. “It’s never really bothered me if a woman’s on her period, but if it bothers her, it’s a no-go, obviously. But I know it’s different for everyone, I think guys are probably just generally more squeamish about it than women.”
I paused with my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.
“Yeah, I’ve been with women,” she said, laughing at the look on my face. “I love women.”
“I knew that,” I said, coming out of my stupor. “I’d somehow just forgotten for a second.”
She stood there, staring at my face as I dropped my boxer briefs to the ground.
“What?” I asked curiously. I was standing there naked and she hadn’t even glanced down my body—it was very un-Charlie.
“I was waiting for you to say something about how hot it is that I’ve had sex with women,” she said dryly. “Or ask for a threesome.”
“Oh.” I was a little dumbstruck. “Well, yeah I guess the idea is kind of hot—you with another woman,” I said finally. “But, no, I’m not lookin’ for a threesome. I wouldn’t want to see you with someone else.”
“Really?” she asked dubiously.
“I want you to myself,” I replied simply. “Call me selfish, but when you’re in bed with me I want your focus to be on me. Just like I’m not gonna be thinkin’ about anyone but you.”
Chapter 11
Charlie
Be still my heart.
I stood there looking at Bishop, the way his hair fell forward on his forehead, and the brackets around his mouth when he smiled, and the broad expanse of his shoulders and I was a goner. No one had ever looked at me the way he looked at me. No one had ever treated me the way he treated me.
I’d been in other relationships. Good ones even. But not one person in my entire life had made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy the way Bishop did.
