Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Fourty

Jones

I stared at the television, my head on Charlie’s lap and his fingers in my hair. Tonight, actually happened. We told his father that we were married, and now, well, we were going to have to wait. Wait for his retaliation. Wait to see what he did to try to break us up again. If that meant he was going to ruin Charlie’s career, his life. And that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted us to have a future racing together, and that might not happen now. And I was terrified about what would happen to Mama. She had given up everything to marry Remi. I wouldn’t let her go back to working at the diner. I would take care of her. She deserved the world.

“You’re quiet, Bashful,” Charlie commented, his hand stilling on my head. “Are you having second thoughts about things?”

I sat up to stare at him. “What? No. Are you?” Fear niggled into my gut at the thought of that. What if Charlie decided he wasn’t willing to give everything up for me? That he didn’t want to be with me?

“Jonesy,” Charlie murmured. “I have a lot of regrets, but you are not one of them,” he assured me and pulled me into his lap. “Ghosting you, yes, but marrying you? Never ever.”

I sighed happily and wrapped my arms around his neck. “The press is going to have a field day with this. ”

“We should probably tell our PR people before it gets out. I mean, wedding certificates are public information, and if someone were to go snooping, they would find it.”

“Can we wait just a little longer? I like this bubble we’re in. It’s safe.”

Charlie chuckled softly. “We can wait, but I want to be able to walk into that garage next week holding your hand, so that everyone can see we’re together. That you’re my husband. I don’t want to remove my ring and pretend I don’t know you. That I haven’t been inside of you.”

“Me, too,” I whispered. “We’re on opposing teams. That’s going to be a lot of speculation. That I’m telling you things.”

Charlie pressed his mouth against mine. “That what? You’re giving insider information?”

“It’s possible.” He gripped my head with his big hands. “People are going to gossip.”

I giggled. “This week. Next week, it will be someone else. I’m not worried about it. I mean, they have been talking about me a lot more since the accident with Holt, but something else will take the conversation away from us.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Duh, I’m always right.”

Charlie laughed loud and hard. “Is that the way it’s going to be, Bashful?”

“Yep,” I teased and then squealed when Charlie stood up with me in his arms. “Don’t drop me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Charlie kissed me softly. “I promise that I will never drop you, Jonesy. I will protect you until my last breath.”

“I love you,” I whispered .

Charlie smiled. “And I love you.”

I clung to him as he carried me up to my room and gently sat me on the bed. He slowly undressed me, tapping my hips so I would lift them, then he removed my pants. Charlie didn’t take off my underwear, but instead went over to my closet, took out a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and helped me put them on.

“What’s this?” I asked as I watched Charlie strip off his clothes only to put on his own pajamas. I thought we were about to get naked together.

He grinned. “We don’t have to fuck every night, Bashful. I don’t want to break that sweet little ass.”

“Oh.” I flushed. “But what if I want that?”

Charlie’s brows shot up. “Want what, exactly?”

“For you to break my butt.”

“Fucking hell, Jonesy, you’re going to kill me.”

I giggled happily when Charlie pushed me over on the bed and blanketed me with his heavy body. He gave me a filthy kiss that left me gasping for air, but I pulled him back for more.

“I don’t ever want to go a night without you inside of me again, baby,” I whispered and let out a little groan when Charlie’s hand snaked into my pants. He gripped my length, and my eyes rolled back.

He hummed happily. “That’s my good boy.” He dropped wet kisses over my face. “You know what I’d like? I’d like you to get on top. Do you think you could ride me tonight?”

“Yes, please.” I whimpered as heat streaked through my body. “I’d love that. ”

Charlie smirked. “Mm, I bet you would. Guess getting dressed wasn’t such a good idea.”

As Charlie climbed from the bed, I quickly yanked off my clothes. I watched as he dug out the lube and turned to grin at me over his shoulder. My heart thumped loudly against my chest. He was mine. Charlie was really mine, and he wanted the world to know.

“You want to play, Jonesy? Want me to get that toy of yours and stroke your cock while you fuck me?” Charlie raised his brows.

Heat pooled in my groin at the thought. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last more than a few seconds if he did that. Right now, I just wanted the feeling of Charlie inside of me and how good it made me feel.

“No.” I shook my head. “Not tonight.”

He stepped closer to the bed. “Mm, I think you’re right. When I finally get that toy on you, I’ll edge you for hours. Make you beg me to let you come.”

“Charlie.” I whimpered as he climbed onto the bed and stared down at me.

He dragged a finger over the tip of my penis, collecting the precum that had gathered there. My eyes went wide when he brought it up to his mouth.

“Wait, let me.”

Charlie’s eyes went round. “Fuck, Jones, you just might kill me.” He reached out and dragged the tip of his thumb over my lips. “Good boy,” he growled when I licked them clean. He smiled as he leaned forward to kiss my mouth. “You taste good, Bashful. ”

“Not as good as you.” I whimpered as he pressed me down on the bed and covered me with his thick body. “I love you so much, Charlie. So much, and I forgive you. I forgive you for doing what—”

Charlie kissed me to stop me from going on. His hands were in my hair, his tongue speared into my mouth, and I grabbed his shoulders to pull him closer. I groaned as Charlie kissed down my jaw and neck, over my shoulders and chest. He stopped to give attention to both of my nipples, sucking and nipping at them playfully until I was ready to beg him for more. Beg him to put his penis inside of me so I could fall apart.

He paused right above my groin, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “You’re perfect, Jonesy. Everything about you is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. You’re so sweet, smart, and funny. I don’t ever want to spend another day away from you again.”

“Really?” I whispered, reaching down to touch his cheek.

Charlie broke into a big smile that spread over his entire face. “Really.” He slid back up my body and slanted his lips over mine. “I want to be inside you.”

“I’d like that,” I murmured, chasing after his mouth. I clutched the back of his neck and leaned toward his ear. “Fuck me, Charlie.”

He growled low and deep in his chest, pulling back to stare down at me. “Hearing you swear shouldn’t be such a turn on. But it is.”

“Please.” I felt a blush creep over my skin .

Charlie dropped onto the mattress next to me. “Let’s prep that sweet hole so I can give you what you want.”

***

Charlie pressed open-mouth kisses against my back and down my spine. I groaned softly as he dragged his tongue over my skin before he gripped my hips to pull me back against his hard penis. I was deliciously sore in all the right places from last night, and even though I probably shouldn’t, I wanted Charlie to do it again.

“Good morning, Jonesy.” Charlie breath was hot against my ear. “Want you so bad.”

I whimpered and spun around to face my husband. “Then have me.”

I wasn’t sure what time it was, but since we had been up late last night, I knew it was probably close to noon. I could see the sun hiding behind the curtains we had managed to get up before we got married. Charlie’s lips found mine, and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in him all over again. To feel him inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars.

“How about we eat something first and then I’ll sink balls-deep inside that hot little hole of yours again?” Charlie whispered, his dark eyes sparkling with happiness.

I didn’t want to, but maybe it was for the best. Take a shower, fill my belly, and go for round four. Or was it five. I couldn’t remember. “Okay, Charlie.” I pushed the hair from his forehead .

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He kissed me again, and just as I reached my hand between us to grip his length, the doorbell rang. I groaned. “I bet that’s Ollie.”

Charlie grunted. “Why would Ollie be here when it’s our honeymoon?”

“Let’s go find out.” I smacked a kiss to his mouth, then climbed from the bed. I moved to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and brushed my teeth just as I caught Charlie watching me in the mirror.

“Hi.” I blushed under his gaze.

He grinned and turned me around to face him. “Hi.” He brushed our noses together just as the doorbell rang again. “Get dressed, Jonesy, and go find out what Ollie wants. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

I hummed happily as I did as he told me, pulling on my pajama pants and Charlie’s shirt before I jogged down the stairs. The bell rang again, and I rolled my eyes as I unlocked the door. “Ollie, what do you...” My voice trailed off as I stared at the man before me.

It wasn’t my best friend.

It was Remi.

“Is my son awake yet?” He strolled past me like he owned the place. When I turned around, Remi raised his brows at me. “I need to speak with Charlies this instant, Jones. It’s rather important.”

“I’m right here.” Charlie popped his jaw as he stepped from the stairs. “Didn’t I tell you not to come back here?” He reached for me and tucked me under his arm. “We’re getting some cameras installed today. I don’t care how much it costs. ”

Remi stared at us for a second before he spoke. “I’ve come to make a deal with you.”

“I’m not making any deals with you, old man. I’m married to Jones, and I plan to keep it that way. Please leave.” Charlie squeezed my shoulder.

Remi’s nostrils flared. “That’s why I’m here. To offer you both something that I know you’re going to want.”

“I doubt that,” Charlie spat.

Remi shrugged. “How about I invest in your racing thing, huh? Give you all the money you need to continue this ridiculous career.”

“No.” Charlie shook his head. “You can go now.” He pointed to the door.

But Remi didn’t move. “I’m not talking about just you, Charles. I want to invest in both you and your husband.”