Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Jones

It was impossible not to watch as Ollie held pieces of popcorn up to Kit’s mouth, who, in turn, would roll his eyes before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue so Ollie could feed him. It was kind of cute, although that was not a word that I would use to describe Kit. I liked them as a couple. My best friend was all beefy muscles, while his boyfriend was leaner, with all those tattoos. Complete opposites that somehow worked together.

“You two are adorable,” I commented, which earned me one of Kit’s famous glares. “Come on, I’m lonely over here. It’s fun to watch the two of you.”

Kit wrinkled his nose. “Perv.”

“You wish.” I giggled, even though my face was suddenly on fire. I was curious, though. About the two of them and how they, well, you know. Had sex . “Can I ask you both a question?”

“Sure.” Ollie popped another piece of popcorn into Kit’s mouth. “Fire away, Jones. You know that I’m an open book.”

I tried to ignore the way Kit was shooting daggers at me. He didn’t trust me very much. “You’ve been intimate, right?” My entire body was on fire as I heard myself speak.

“Don’t you dare!” Kit exclaimed, jumping from the couch and stalking over to where I sat. “That’s none of your fucking business, Matthews. I don’t talk about shit like that with anyone, never mind you.” His face was so close to mine I could feel the heat of his breath against my face.

I tried to shrink away. “I didn’t... I was just... I was curious.” My voice trembled as I spoke.

“Kitten.” Ollie sighed and climbed to his feet.

Kit whirled around. “No. Don’t you dare stick up for him. No one has the right to ask that sort of question. I don’t care if he’s curious or whatever. What you and I do in our bed, without anyone around, is between us. Us, Ols, and I won’t let him taint that.”

“I wasn’t trying to taint anything.”

Ollie stared down at Kit, his hand coming up to cup his neck. I grimaced when Kit pushed him away, slapping at his chest with enough force that my best friend stumbled.

“No, Ollie, not this time. You’re not going to touch or kiss me to make everything better.” He stomped out of the room, and I flinched when I heard the bedroom door slam.

Shoot. “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s not you.” Ollie grabbed the remote and stopped the movie. He sighed softly as he sat down next to me. “I can’t get into details, but Kit didn’t have the best life growing up. His father wasn’t the best parent, and well, he was taught that feelings make him weak. That he had to man up and never show anyone how he truly felt.”

I touched his arm. “But Kit has you now. You’re a good person.” I hoped that Kit wasn’t listening in on our conversation. He would be so upset if he knew we were talking about him. “Ollie don’t say anything else. It’s between you and Kit. He was right. It’s none of my business. I won’t ask about what goes on between the two of you again.”

Ollie gave me a small smile. “I should go check on Kit.”

“I completely understand.” I stood up, prepared to go to bed and to give them some privacy.

Ollie gave me a quick hug and clapped me on the back. “Smile! You’re getting married tomorrow, Jones.” He winked, then left me alone in the living room. I decided to take a shower and get ready for bed since I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow.

***

Once I was dried off, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the guestroom. It was oddly quiet in Ollie’s house, and I wondered if he and Kit had gone to bed. I hoped that they made up. The last thing I wanted was to ruin things between them. I was changing into my pajamas when I heard the soft moan and what sounded like a headboard hitting the wall.

Oh, oh no... They weren’t having sex right now, were they?

“Fuck, Ollie, harder.”

Oh, they absolutely were, and I felt myself blush from my toes up to the tips of my ears. I dug around in my bag, found a pair of headphones, and shoved them on, putting on one of my favorite podcasts, “The Dale Junior Download”, to drown out the noise.

Jones: Ollie and Kit are having sex with me in the house. I can hear them !

Charlie : That’s not awkward or anything.

Jones: I’m so embarrassed.

Charlie: Why? Because they’re enjoying themselves? Bashful, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is beautiful. Don’t you like it when I’m inside of you?

My skin was on fire again. I loved the way it felt when Charlie and I were together. How he knew exactly how to make my body come alive, the way he touched me and made me feel wanted. Sex wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about. It was something to cherish. That didn’t mean I wanted to hear my best friend with his boyfriend.

Jones: I love it.

Charlie: Me, too, Jonesy.

Charlie: I miss you. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.

Jones: I miss you, too, Charlie. I can’t believe I’m going to be your husband. Oh, wait, do you want me to take your last name? I could hyphenate or whatever. Unless you don’t want that either.

Charlie: I was thinking I would take your last name, if you’d let me.

Jones: What? You want to be Charlie Matthews?

Charlie: I’d love nothing more.

Jones : Yes, I want that, too, so much.

Jones: I wish I was with you.

Charlie: What would you do if we were together? Would you kiss me?

Jones : Yes.

Charlie: Would you touch me? Suck my cock ?

My penis twitched in my pants. Were we about to sext right now? Because I wasn’t against it. I pressed my palm against my groin to calm myself down.

Jones : Yes.

Charlie: You have to give me more than that.

I wasn’t good at this. I was shy and embarrassed easily, no matter how often we made love. I couldn’t tell him, but I could show him. I hit call on my phone as I ripped off my headphones.

“Hello, Bashful.” Charlie’s voice drifted through my ears and goosebumps broke out over my skin.

“Charlie,” I whimpered, blood roaring in my ears.

He chuckled softly. “I know that I said no sex before we got married. Do you want to touch yourself for me? I’d like to hear that. In fact, I might join you.”

“You’re going to...masturbate with me?”

“Mm, yeah, I am.”

I was going to come if he kept talking like that. “Please.” I moaned and hoped no one else could hear me.

“You’re always so polite, Jonesy. I love that about you. Who am I kidding? I love everything about you. The way your skin flushes pink when you get all shy. The way your mouth tastes against mine, the heat of your body pressed against mine.” Charlie groaned. “The way it feels when I’m inside of you.”

Oh, goodness. “Charlie.” I gasped his name. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come.”

“Me, too, Jonesy. I’m already touching myself. Wishing it was your hand, mouth, and hole.” His breathing had gotten heavy. “Touch yourself with me. ”

I quickly yanked my pants down to my thighs, and my hard penis slapped against my stomach. “I wish that, too,” I whispered and wrapped my hand around myself.

“Mm, yeah, feels so good. The way you clench around my cock. The way you say my name when you come. Everything about you is sexy as fuck.” Charlie’s words only made my hand work faster.

Pleasure zipped up my spine. “Oh, my goodness. I wish I was there. I want to be under you. I want your hands in my hair as you kiss me until I can’t breathe. I want...I want...Charlie!” My back bowed as my release hit me, and cum splattered against my stomach.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed in my ear and then I heard him groan out my name. The soft sounds of his slow breathing had me thinking that maybe Charlie fell asleep. I enjoyed the sound, as the rest of the house around me wasn’t awake.

I shifted and tried not to get my cum on the bed. That would be so weird. I should probably clean up and try to get some sleep. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. But I didn’t want to hang up. Not yet.

“I love you,” Charlie whispered, and I felt a smile pull at my face. “I’ve waited my entire life to be with you, Jones Matthews. Tomorrow is the start of the rest of our forever”

I sighed happily. “Don’t hang up. Stay on the phone with me. So we can fall asleep and wake up together.”

“I like that idea, Bashful. Plug in your phone so we can stay connected. I’m going to do the same,” Charlie said. “I’ll be right back.”

I smiled to myself as I rushed to the bathroom, cleaned off the rest of my release, and then hurried back to the room. I dug out my charger, plugged it in, then climbed into bed, pulling the sheet up to my stomach.

“Charlie?”

“I’m here.” His voice was always so soothing.

I cradled the phone against my neck. “Tomorrow you’re mine. Mine forever and ever.”

“And you’re mine,” Charlie cooed into my ear.

Tomorrow, I would start the rest of my life with the man I never thought would come back to me. And this time, I wasn’t about to let him get away.