Fortune's Deception (8 page)

He didn’t say a word, though the shock washed over him just the same. He knew her mother had been a drug addict but Brittney didn’t even know who her father was…

“Does that bother you, that my mother was such a slut? I’ve wondered sometimes if I’m the same, a slut like her. Maybe that’s why I can’t stick with one man for too long, because it’s in my genes.” Brittney heaved a big sigh and he pulled away from her slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You’re nothing like her, Brittney. You’re you, not a replica of your mother.” In his opinion she was the complete and total opposite, a giving woman who maybe cared too much. Who worried what others might think of her.

She settled herself back against him, silent, as if absorbing his words. Her fingers skimmed lightly over his chest, tangled in the hair there and he willed her to continue.

“So one time I was placed in a foster home, I was fourteen. The foster parents, they were nice but busy. They had their own children to deal with as well as a couple of other foster kids, babies. They left me alone a lot and I hung out with their older son. He was eighteen, maybe even nineteen and I admired him, thought he was cool. He wasn’t in school, was kind of a rebel and I wanted that.

“Then one day we were the only ones in the house and we were hanging out in his room, listening to music. I felt so special, felt so grown up. Someone was actually paying attention to me, he acted like he cared. He told me he liked me and then he hugged me, and I hugged him back. He kissed me and I kissed him back and then he shoved his tongue down my throat. Grabbed my breasts so hard it hurt.”

Rage filled Charlie at the vision of a young Brittney being attacked, defenseless, all alone. He cleared his throat, barely able to speak. “What happened next, baby? Can you tell me?”

“I tried to get away, ran to the door but he was fast and the door was locked. My hands fumbled, I screamed but no one was there. No one could hear me. He dragged me back to his bed and tore my clothes off. He raped me.”

He was nauseous. Sick to his stomach and he could hardly breathe. Memories of them fucking and his uncontrollable urges filled his brain, made him dizzy. Made him feel no better than the young asshole who had taken her innocence so long ago.

“I ran away that night. Didn’t even take my shit with me, not that any of it was worth taking. I ran away and the police found me a couple of days later, hanging out on the streets. The same streets my mom used to walk, trying to score some drugs or ten dollars for a blowjob.”

“Jesus.”

Her face was pressed so tight against his chest it almost hurt. He knew she didn’t want to face him and he was okay with that, wanted to give her time. He couldn’t believe

she was even admitting all of this, but he was glad that she finally trusted him enough to tell him.

“They put me in another foster home, a much better one with no other kids, just a sweet woman who made me wish she was my real mother. She took care of me, nurtured me, until my grandma was finally able to pick me up a few months later. I never told anyone about that boy raping me. Only Lauren and Maddie—and now you.”

“Brittney…”

“So that’s why I’m afraid to get close, why I never have relationships with men. I never trusted them, never believed anything they had to say. I used them for my own pleasure, to get off, to have fun. I never got serious with anyone, never even really made any friends. I worked at the temp agency that Maddie’s mom ran, became friends with Maddie and Lauren and they took me in. Made me feel good, made me feel like I had a family. I figured they were all I needed in this world. And then I met you.”

He blew out a long breath. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you deserved to know.” Her hand slid across his chest, down his stomach to curl around his side, embracing him. She pressed tiny kisses to his chest, close to his nipple, her hair brushing against his skin, tickling him and his cock hardened.

Damn it, he did not want that to happen. He wanted to comfort her, tell her he loved her. He didn’t want to deal with his horny self and look like just another bastard in her eyes. He wanted to be gentle, loving.

“I’ve missed this so much. I want you naked, Charlie. I want you to make love to me.”

He closed his eyes, touched at her words, overwhelmed. “I feel like an ass.”

“Why?” She finally gazed up at him, her blue eyes so clear, not a cloud in them. Maybe her confession had eased her troubled mind.

“When this first started between us, I was uncontrollable. We fucked anywhere and everywhere. You must think I’m just as bad as that asshole who…raped you.” He could barely choke the words out. Rage burned bright and hot in his stomach, made him

restless, made him want to get violent. He wanted to seek out that kid and kill the man who he had become with his bare hands.

“Oh, my God, no, I never thought that.” She smiled at him, tilted her head up to brush her lips against his. “I felt the same way. You made me crazy, I had to have you. And once I had you, I wanted more.”

His lips moved over hers, his tongue darting out to lick at the corner of her mouth. She moaned low in her throat, the sound sending a chill straight down his spine. “I’m sorry, baby, for everything that happened to you and that you suffered so much. I wish I could take away all of your pain, make you feel better.”

“You’re more than I could ever ask for, Charlie. Will you make me feel better right now? Will you make love to me? I need you so much it hurts.”

He knew it took everything out of her to make that last confession, especially with all she’d shared tonight. “Come with me.”

Charlie stood and offered his hand to her and she took it. He led her to his bedroom, wondering when he should tell her that he loved her. Before or after they made love?

That was the question.

Brittney’s stomach tightened in anticipation as she followed Charlie towards his bedroom. His hand so large and firm wrapped around hers, and he was clad in only filmy pajama bottoms that were so thin she swore she could make out the outline of his cock, the shadow of his dark pubic hair. She couldn’t wait to touch him, to show him how much he meant to her. And maybe, if she was feeling really brave, afterwards she would tell him that she loved him.

She didn’t know if she had the courage to do so. Yet.

They entered the bedroom and he drew her into his arms, held her close. His heart beat rapidly beneath her ear, his skin heated and already damp with sweat. She held close and breathed deep, drew in his exotic masculine scent, and immediately felt at ease.

His hands went to the tie at the back of her neck and slowly undid it. She pulled away from him, letting the fabric fall to her waist, her breasts bared to his gaze and she heard his sharp intake of breath, as if he were seeing her for the first time.

He made her feel beautiful, cherished, wanted.

“I’ve missed you, missed this so much, Brittney.” His hands cupped her breasts, tested their weight, thumbs strumming over her erect nipples. She bit her lip as the delicious sensation washed over her, her body already keyed up, on edge. It wouldn’t take much to send her straight into orgasm.

“Touch me, Charlie. Touch me all over.” Her body was eager for him, her pussy already so wet it was almost embarrassing. Though she shouldn’t be embarrassed. She loved him, her body reacted strongly to him because of it.

He slid the dress down the rest of her body and it puddled at her feet, revealing her to him. She wore no panties, of course didn’t wear a bra, wanting to be ready for him. Give him a thrill. The look in his eyes said it all as he drank her in.

“You’re beautiful, baby. And all mine.”

The possessive tone of his voice, his possessive words didn’t bother her. She
was
all his. Mind, body and soul. She was in so deep there was no way she could get out, she didn’t want to get out. She was in love for the first time in her life and it was exhilarating.

Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pajama bottoms and she tugged them down his naked body. He stepped out of them, his erect cock bobbing as he moved and she touched him, wrapped her fingers around his thickness. Her thumb stroked over the head, felt the sticky precome there and he groaned as she smoothed it all over him.

“Why did I do this?”

“Do what?” She was confused.

“Deny us this, deny sex. It’s so good between us I must’ve been a damn fool.” His voice was strained and she kept stroking him, her hands sliding up and down, slow and easy. Her pussy wept with want and she desperately needed to guide him inside to fill her, complete her.

“It’s going to be even better.” She released him and backed up a few steps until her calves hit the edge of the bed. She lay down, held her open arms out to him, beckoning him. “Come here.”

He did so without hesitation, his big naked body pressing against her, sinking her deeper into the soft mattress. His cock brushed urgently against her belly and her sensitive breasts tingled when his chest hair tickled her skin. She ran her hands up and down his smooth back, fingers drifting over his firm buttocks and he clenched them beneath her touch, thrust against her slowly.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, desperate for it. Her climax already teetered on the edge. One thrust of his huge cock and she was probably a goner.

“Not yet.” Charlie slithered down her body, his lips burning a trail across her skin. Gentle wet kisses along her collarbone, her chest, across her breasts. His tongue traced each nipple slowly, laving the tips, making her shift and moan beneath him as he continued to suckle her.

Her hands sank in his thick hair and guided him farther down, his mouth so wet and hot as it drifted across her belly, his teeth gently nipping at her. Her legs spread wider and

he settled between them, his face finally hovering above her aching center. He licked her there, his tongue tracing her slit, nudging her swollen pussy lips open to search her sensitive folds.

“You taste so good,” he said against her hot flesh, stiffening his tongue to thrust inside of her, then teasing her entry.

She arched against him, unable to speak. She gazed down, watched him love her with his mouth, groaning when a long thick finger entered her, then another. He seemed to purposely avoid her clit, his tongue teasing. She thrust against him, wanting him, needing him there. The tiny nub of flesh throbbed, her body tingled and when his lips finally closed over it, sucking it deep into his mouth she crashed over the edge.

Heat filled her body and her stomach tightened, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as her orgasm hit full force. Her head thrashed about on the pillow as he continued to pump inside of her, his tongue circling around her clit. She whispered his name over and over, unable to control herself, not wanting to control herself. Desperate to show this man what he did to her, how he made her feel.

As her tremors subsided, he moved up her body, his thick cock seeking entry. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid in easily, filling her.

He didn’t even move, couldn’t at first and she reveled in it. The sensation of his thick cock seated fully inside her, throbbing mightily, making her body hum. He stretched her, his balls brushing against her ass and she tightened her legs around him. She could only whisper his name, too overwhelmed to say anything else, too overcome with emotions to murmur dirty words in his ear. Tonight was not about naughty suggestions and screams of “fuck me”.

Tonight was all about love.

Charlie began to move slowly, his cock easing in and out of her, and she shifted with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth down to hers, kissed him with all the joy and passion she felt. Their tongues thrust against each other much like their bodies and her second orgasm started too soon. She wanted to prolong this, wanted to make it last but her body wouldn’t allow it.

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“I’m coming,” she warned as his thrusts grew harder, deeper. “I’m coming and I don’t want to, Charlie.”

“Go ahead, baby. I’m coming too.” He kissed her again, his sweaty forehead pressed against hers as they stared into each other’s eyes. “We’ve got all night, Britt. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”

She came then at his words, her mind floating as the tremors wracked her body. His climax followed hers, his hot come shooting inside her body, her name falling from his lips in a hoarse cry and he shuddered.

The rest of their lives.
She believed it. Nothing sounded better to her than that.

“I love you,” he murmured close to her ear. “I don’t know if you feel the same way but I love you, Brittney. I want to take care of you, spend the rest of my life with you.”

She thought the day she got her first apartment, when she’d finally escaped her mother and all of the drama, had been the happiest day of her life. The day she and her friends won the jackpot had surpassed that, eased her mind and she thought she was complete. Set for life.

None of that compared to hearing Charlie say he loved her. Her heart ached with happiness and tears clogged the corners of her eyes. She needed to say it, had to soon, or she’d burst.

“I love you too, Charlie.”

He held her close, still buried deep within her, his cock already stirring back to life. They rolled over onto their sides, facing each other and he draped her leg over his hip, a languid thrust against her, within her.

“We’ll take it slow, Britt. I’ll give you all the time you need.”

Her pussy was deliciously sore but he thrust more and she loved it, loved him. It all felt so good. Him still inside her, his words of love, hers. Nothing had ever felt so right as this very moment in Charlie Manning’s bed.

She knew deep within her heart the euphoric feeling would never end as long as she had him with her.