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“Charlie!”

The scream was music to his ears. This time, she pulled him away from her, her fingers curled tight in his hair. The sharp pain aroused him, and he reached for his billfold from his back pocket. She stood, eyes on him on his knees there in front of her, as he took a condom from his billfold.

Tatum took the condom and nudged him backwards. On the floor at her feet, he kept his eyes on her as she ripped the silver foil open and then lunged for him. Still dressed, Charlie watched with wide eyes as she tugged his shorts and briefs down to expose his dick—thick and hard as steel. Together they rolled the condom on, and then she straddled him, taking him deep inside her. Her wet heat, the scream of his name still lingering in her apartment, he flipped her over to lie on the floor and pounded his dick into her repeatedly. Tatum met his hips thrust for thrust, her hands scraping down his back and her nails sinking into his ass cheeks under his shorts. His knees banged the hardwood floor and then the throw rug as their frenzy moved them all over the floor.

The kisses were harsh and painful again. Charlie was beyond wanting to kiss a trail down her neck and nuzzle her breasts with soft kisses. Lost, blind, in a world of need, he existed solely to please her. To fuck her senseless. To make her come, quiver, under his body.

And now that he was balls deep inside her, riding her like fucking angry bull, he desperately needed to come, too.

She exploded beneath him, suddenly, almost viciously. Back arched off the floor, one hand wrapped around the back of his head, and the other on his ass, grasping, shoving him harder and deeper like she couldn’t get enough, she wrapped her leg around his waist and held on as he pumped her hard enough to hurt her. She didn’t scream this time. Rather, she was silent. Charlie drew back enough to watch her face twist in pleasure and pain, and then finally she collapsed to the floor as if she were boneless.

“You okay?” He had the presence of mind to ask, but she met his eyes and nodded.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Come inside me.”

The thought of coming inside her with no shield between them made him see red. He’d love to sink into her someday, slow and deep, just the skin of his dick, the head of his shaft, and her sweet pussy, no protective barrier. Tatum lifted her hips again and squeezed her walls tight around his dick. Charlie felt her ragged breathing, the rapid rise and fall of her chest against his as he moved inside her again. He pulled out and drove her so hard, so deep, his balls were nearly jammed inside her.

“Jesus.” She shivered as his whole body went stiff and his own release overtook him. “That was fucking incredible.”

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Charlie collapsed beside her on the floor. Tatum held her breath, waiting for him to reach for her, to try and pull her into his arms. He didn’t move, except for the rise and fall of his chest as he panted to catch his breath. Still mostly dressed, his shorts shoved down low on his hips, his cock was still impressive even after the explosive orgasm.

“Don’t ever…” His voice was hard with rage. Tatum rolled her head on the throw rug to look at him expectantly. “Ever. Use my brother’s name to make me snap like that again.”

“Got me what I wanted.”

He groaned, though she wasn’t sure if it was frustration or pain, and reached down to rid himself of the condom and adjust his shorts. She wanted to stop him. To slide her leg over him and straddle those delicious hips. Let her excitement mark his clothing. Lean over and press her breasts to his chest and lick his lips.

Afraid she would do just that, she sat up and then stood quickly and gracefully.

“So, that’s it?” he asked, still sprawled on the floor.

“That’s it.” She turned her back to him and walked out of the room. She didn’t want to wash him off her, to rid herself of him so quickly. But she couldn’t stand around naked, waiting for him to leave, or climb into bed naked. That would surely give him the wrong idea.

In her bedroom, she closed and locked the door and went straight to the bathroom. Part of her—the tender parts that Charlie had just torn up—wanted to go back out there and lie with him. Make love with him—slow and tender, the way she just knew he would normally be with a woman. But her brain reminded her, as she turned the taps and stepped into the shower, Charlie Murphy would be just like Shaun, who was just like Adam—

When he met her crazy, he would pack up and go and leave her with yet another heartache. Only this one was sure to be worse. She was half in love with the whole damned Murphy crew already, so falling for Charlie and losing him would mean losing his family.

Made sense. She couldn’t even hold onto her own damned family.

Still not sure what had come over her earlier, what had made her throw herself at him and grind her lips against his and then strip down in front of him and threaten to call Sev to come and get her off, she went through the motions of her shower. It had been nearly a year since she’d had sex, but then, she’d gone that long without before and not turned into a she-devil maneater. She was tense, worried sick over Sutton and Bryony—especially Bryony, and that only made her feel sicker with guilt—and she had desperately wanted the distraction.

She wasn’t lying when she told Charlie she wanted him to drive the ghosts out of her head. And he wasn’t wrong when he told her she wanted an exorcism, not sex. Fuck it all, he’d done it. For that short time in her living room, he’d driven all thought from her head except the need to come. The desperation to consume Charlie’s cock, to take him hard and deep over and over until she saw stars.

That was the thing that bothered her, though.

She hadn’t just needed sex. She needed Charlie.

No other man could have done to her what Charlie Murphy had minutes ago. Sex with Shaun had been good when it was new, but they were together for a while, and it became routine. Not to mention that nearly every time they were together, there were more than the two of them in bed. Sutton and Bryony were always in her head. He’d never been able to get so far enough inside her to get in her head, too.

Not like Charlie had.

And no way did she want Sev Murphy. He was a kid. She liked him okay as a friend, but again, she wouldn’t have given herself—thrown herself—at him and demanded he fuck her. She wouldn’t have shoved his face closer between her legs and melted when his teeth scraped her clit. She wouldn’t have come undone under him on the rug.

Charlie made her feel safe.

Safe enough to egg him into fucking her like she was a stranger.

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