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Broken Promise (Men of Severn #1) Chapter Ten 85%
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Chapter Ten

If I’m being honest with myself, there was a moment, a split-second where I thought Charlotte was telling the truth before I came to my senses. I know Welsey as well as anyone else and Charlotte is definitely lying. I don’t tell him that, though. Especially not after he thanks me.

“I love you,” he says, kissing me again.

Twining my arms around his neck, I press my breasts against his firm chest. Wesley kills the burner before cupping my ass, lifting me into the air and allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist before stepping out of the kitchen. We don’t make it far as we strip each other’s clothes off. Wesley pulls my sundress over my head as I work at the top button of his jeans after throwing his shirt on the floor. My bra soon joins his shirt, leaving me in just my panties.

I may still be a little sensitive, but I need to feel him inside me, to know he belongs to me, and only me.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what, babe?” he asks, perching my ass on the side of the couch.

I’m eye level with his crotch so I choose not to answer his question, instead freeing his hard cock from the confines of his jeans. Sticking my tongue out, I lick around the tip before sucking him into my mouth.

“Fuck. Karmen,” he moans above me, threading his fingers through my hair. “So. Fucking. Good.”

I moan around his cock and suck him deeper into my mouth. Wesley lets me set the pace for a few minutes before harshly tugging at my hair until I look up into his eyes.

“Breathe through your nose, babe.”

It’s the only warning I get before he thrusts deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and causing me to gag. He pulls back before doing it again and again and again.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps, staring into my eyes. “Such a good girl.”

Using my left hand, I gently fondle his balls while my right hand moves my underwear aside and I harshly rub at my clit. My pussy is drenched, and I know Wesley is going to love that.

Suddenly, his cock is ripped out of my mouth as he falls to his knees between my spread thighs. I try to remove my hand, but he stops me, keeping it in place.

“Touch yourself,” he commands hoarsely. “I want to see.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Running two fingers through my slit, I gather the wetness and spread it around my clit. Slowly, I trace circles around the nub, keeping my touch light and the movements slow. Having him down there, watching what I am doing is turning me on more than I could have thought possible.

My pussy contracts around nothing, begging to be filled by his length but I keep doing what I am doing.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” he says, his voice gravelly as his breath blows across my sex. “I never thought I would want to watch you play with yourself, but I was fucking wrong.”

“Wesley,” I moan, spearing myself with two fingers. His tongue flicks my clit and I cry out, unable to hold back. “Please!” I beg. “Fuck me.”

Within the blink of an eye, I am laying half on the couch with my ass still on the edge of the armrest as Wesley spears me with his erection. I scream loud and long as I wrap my legs around his ass, pushing him deeper.

He pulls out and thrusts in again, my breasts shaking with the action. He fucks me hard and fast, shoving my entire body further into the couch. My orgasm hits me out of the blue, stealing my breath and dragging him along with me, both of us groaning.

****

Wesley Blake

The creek of the second step can be heard over our labored breathing. I carry Karmen’s spent body to the bedroom right before someone opens the apartment door.

“Give me a minute,” I call out, laying her on the bed.

“Who’s here?” she asks, half asleep already.

“Probably one of my brothers or Lenor,” I say, pushing her hair off her forehead. “Why don’t you get some rest and I’ll get rid of them?”

“M’kay,” she mumbles turning over and burying her face in the pillows.

I pull the covers over her naked form and grab a pair of sweatpants before walking out of the bedroom. The sight that greets me has my blood boiling.

“What is she doing in here?” I ask harshly, glaring at Adam.

“I told you he wouldn’t want to talk to me,” Charlotte says, turning to walk out but Adam stops her.

“He doesn’t have to talk to you. But he will listen to you.”

His gaze implores me to let her talk and even though I know this is a bad idea, I nod. “Say your peace and get out before Karmen wakes up.”

“The baby isn’t yours,” Charlotte blurts out.

“No shit,” I reply, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“I’m sorry,” she adds, having the decency to blush. “I wanted to talk to you first because I don’t know what to do. But then Karmen was there, and I let it get away from me.”

“What exactly is your problem with Karmen?” Adam asks.

“I was just about to ask the same thing,” Karmen says from behind me.

Turning, I take her in. She is dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my sweats, barefoot and beautiful.

“Babe,” I start but she cuts me off.

“I already heard her admit the baby isn’t yours. Now I want to know what her problem is and why she keeps trying to fuck up my life.”

Charlotte rolls her eyes and Adam glares at her. “You wanted to fix this so get to it.”

She sighs before falling on the couch. Karmen snickers beside me and I pull her against my side trying to fight my own laugh. I wonder what Charlotte’s reaction would be if she knew what happened on that couch not ten minutes ago.

“I hate you,” Charlotte says looking directly at Karmen.

“Well, the feeling is mutual,” Karmen hisses.

“Stop! What is it with the two of you?” Adam yells, his frustration hitting its limit.

“She always gets what she wants, and I am so tired of it!” Charlotte says. “Everyone loves her, even my damn brother.” I bristle at her words, already imagining wringing Jacob’s neck. “She’s such a great friend,” Charlotte adds in a mocking tone.

“What?” I cut in, completely confused.

“And you,” she says pointing at me. “I’ve been throwing myself at you for years but all you see is her.”

“You’re jealous?” Karmen asks, shocked.

“I was the captain of the cheer squad, but you were always the center of attention!” She is standing once more, yelling at us. She’s on a roll, not stopping to breathe as she rants. “On my sixteenth birthday I had to take a back seat to your problems because your brother died. My brother prefers your company, I can’t even get the attention of the man that knocked me up because he is too busy spending time with you!”

She launches herself at Karmen, but Adam catches her around the waist.

“You’re fucking nuts!” Karmen cries out throwing her hands in the air. “It’s not like Tommy planned to die on your birthday. And it’s not my fault that people don’t like you.”

“It’s your fault people call me Charlotte the harlot!”

Karmen chuckles. “Yes, that’s my fault but if it wasn’t true people wouldn’t say it.”

Charlotte struggles in my brother’s grip with renewed fervor. “You bitch!”

“Calm the fuck down,” Shane says from the doorway, glaring at Charlotte. “Your life is a mess because you made it that way, Charlotte.”

She stares at him, and I finally see it—the pain, the longing, the love she tries to hide. And it finally hits me.

“The baby is Shane’s, isn’t it?” I ask.

Charlotte shakes her head as a sob breaks free. Her legs give out and Adam lowers her back onto the couch. Her hand covers her stomach while Shane stares at her in shock.

“It’s mine,” she mutters. “It’s my baby.”

“Charlotte.” Shane says her name as he rounds the couch to crouch in front of her. “Is Wesley right?”

She stares at him for so long, I don’t think she’ll answer but then she nods. “We were drunk,” she whispers. “You kept calling me Mercy.”

“Fuck,” Karmen mutters beside me and I nod in agreement. This is bad.

“Jesus!” Shane curses, running his hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you come to me? How long have you known?”

“A week. And I know you don’t remember so what’s the point? You didn’t want me, and I don’t want to be trapped with someone because of a baby.”

“But you’d try to trap me?” I ask.

“I just wanted to…” Her words trail off.

“Hurt me,” Karmen finishes the sentence.

Charlotte glares at her but remains silent.

“I’m sorry you’re in this position, Charlotte. But like Shane said, you did this to yourself. The two of you have a lot to discuss,” I say, keeping my voice level. “But I want you out of my apartment. You aren’t welcome in the bar, and I want you to stay away from us.”

I hold Karmen against my side, making sure Charlotte knows who I am talking about.

“If the baby proves to be Shane’s, we can talk about limits again but until then, get out,” Karmen adds.

Adam moves to the kitchen, digging through my cabinets while Shane helps Charlotte stand and leads her out. He gives me a look on the way out, regret shining in his gaze. He is my brother, and always will be, but he needs to sort this out for himself.

“What are you doing, Adam?”

“How does someone who owns a bar, not have any booze in their house?” he asks angrily. “I need a fucking drink.”

“I thought you might,” Lenor says walking in with a bottle of bourbon hanging from her fingers. “I was eavesdropping and knew someone was going to need a drink after that shit.”

“And that’s why we love you,” Karmen says, taking the bottle from her friend.

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