Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Forty-Six

Jones

I woke with a scream caught in my throat and sweat covering my skin. Charlie’s hands were suddenly in my hair, his voice soft in my ear as he calmed me down. Assured me that everything was okay, and that we were safe. I clung to his him as my tears damped his shirt, and until the sobs that wracked my body began to stop. It had been like this nonstop for the past month since the accident that took Watts’s memory and nearly extinguished his life.

“I’m here, Bashful,” Charlie assured me, his nails scraping over my scalp. “You’re safe.”

I whimpered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he reminded me. Charlie pulled back and cupped my head.

I sniffed softly. “But I woke you again.”

“Jonesy, I love you. I want to be there for you. I want you to wake me when you need something.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I felt tears sting my eyes again. “What if it was you?”

“But it wasn’t. And Watts is going to recover.” Charlie wiped the tears from my cheeks.

I buried my face against his chest. “He doesn’t remember anything. What if that happened to me, huh? What if I forgot that we were married and that you loved me? That... That...” My voice drifted off when Charlie’s lips found mine. He dropped his hands to my hips and flipped me onto my back, covering my body with his own.

“I would show you every single day, Jonesy. I would prove to you that I loved you, that you were mine, and that I only wanted you. I would never give up on making you remember us.”

“Charlie.”

He nuzzled my neck. “Do you need me to do that for you now? Show you that I love you?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered.

Charlie sucked lightly on my skin. “Take off your clothes off for me.”

He slid off me, and I couldn’t strip fast enough. I shoved my pants down to kick them off and yanked my shirt up over my head, leaving myself exposed and naked.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled and leaned across my body to grab the lube from the nightstand. “Lift your legs for me.”

I grabbed my thighs and would have crossed my ankles behind my head if possible. I moaned softly when Charlie slipped one finger inside, then quickly added a second. “Oh, yes.” I tried to push down and urge him to do more, but he chuckled and removed his fingers.

“Let me make you feel good. Let me do everything.” Charlie dropped kisses against my thighs, his fingers finding their way back inside of me. He pressed down on that spot that had me seeing stars, and I moaned loudly. “Sssh... You don’t want Ollie to hear, do you?”

My best friend had been staying with us since the breakup with his husband. Ollie had mentioned going to live with Travis a few times, but Travis was married now with a couple of young kids. And several hours away from the race shop.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Good boy.” Charlie’s words had heat scorching through my body. “Stay just like this for me.”

I watched as he climbed from the bed and stripped off his clothes. Charlie walked over to my dresser, opened the drawer, and when he turned back around, I held off the groan that threatened to escape my lips. In his hand, Charlie held my Fleshlight.

“Roll onto your side for me.” He jutted his chin, and I did as he told me. I felt the mattress dip under his weight, and the toy suddenly slipped down my length. “You’re going to love this, Bashful.”

I had no doubt. “Please, baby.”

“Please, what?” Charlie kissed my shoulder while he slicked up his penis. “You want me to fuck you?”

I whimpered.

“Say the words. I need to hear them.” I felt him as he notched his head against my hole, pushing lightly to get inside. “Say it, Bashful.”

I flushed. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah, you do.” Charlie nipped playfully as he slid home. We both groaned, and when he reached down to turn on the toy, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming .

My eyes rolled back. With the toy wrapped around my length and Charlie inside of me, I was being hit at both ends. Pleasure rolled through me, and my hands balled into fists. I loved having sex with my husband. I loved how it felt when he hit my prostate and made me come. But the suction of the toy had me whimpering and moaning like a porn star.

“You’re going to come already, aren’t you?” Charlie’s tongue rolled over the shell of my ear. “Fuck, you’re clenching me so tight. Your ass feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

This time, I couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from my throat. I exploded into the toy as I tried to shove my hips back to get more from both ends. I swear I blacked out when my release hit me. It had never felt like this before. Pleasure tore through me like a tidal wave, ripples continuing to shake my body until it nearly hurt. Charlie bit down on my shoulder, then tensed behind me, his own orgasm filling me from the inside. I felt his hot breath on my neck just before he slipped out of me, just before I drifted off.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke again, I was dressed in my pajamas and Charlie was the big spoon. His arms were right around my waist, his face pressed into my shoulder. I placed my hands over his, a smile tugging on my lips. I loved moments like this. The early mornings when I could stare at him, watch him, and wonder what he was dreaming about. I hated to get up, but my bladder was screaming at me. I carefully untangled myself from my husband, crept into the bathroom to do my business, took a quick shower, and then walked back into the bedroom to find Charlie waiting for me, his arms folded over his thick chest.

“Good morning, baby.” I bounded across the room to jump on the bed.

Charlie laughed as I climbed over his body and straddled his waist. “Good morning, Bashful. Feeling better this morning?”

“Yes, because of you.” I nodded and leaned forward to press my mouth to his. “Thank you.”

He gripped my head in his big hands. “I only ever want to see you smile. I would do anything and everything to make that happen.”

The sound of the fire alarm blasting from the kitchen had me groaning and rolling my eyes. Ollie was a terrible cook and set it off at least once a week.

“Guess that’s my cue.” I grinned and climbed from Charlie’s lap. I wondered how much it would cost to have food delivered just so that this wouldn’t happen anymore. I loved my best friend, but I didn’t need him burning down my house.

“Sorry, guys!” Ollie called out, the alarm still blaring.

Charlie moved from the bed, grabbed my hand, and yanked me against him. “I love you, Jones. For better or for worse. I will always be here for you, no matter what.”

“Baby,” I murmured and closed my eyes.

He hummed softly before his lips landed on mine. Everything seemed to disappear when Charlie kissed me. My worry about him getting into an accident, forgetting about me and losing him again. Or the accident being mine. Where I suddenly didn’t know that Charlie was my husband. That he wanted me and only me. All that mattered was that we loved one another now. That we had found one another, and no one would ever tear us apart again.

“Jones!” Ollie’s worried voice brought me back to reality.

Charlie huffed out a laugh and released me. “Go make sure Ollie isn’t burning down the house.”

I giggled, then quickly threw on some clean clothes. I jogged down the stairs and hurried into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the smell of burned food and a sad-faced Ollie. He shrugged his shoulders as I dropped into the chair at the table.

“Sorry, Jones. I was only trying to make toast.” He sighed and dragged a hand through his red hair. “I can’t even do that right.”

I shook my head and held out my hand. When he just stared at me, I wiggled my fingers until he grabbed onto me. “Maybe during the off season, we can take cooking lessons together.”

“Yeah?” Ollie’s eyes perked up. “You want to do that with me?”

I nodded. “Of course, Ols. You’re my best friend. We could have a real good time learning how to make fancy food. Chicken ala king or something like that.”

“That would be a lot of fun. I’ll see if I can find something for us.” He squeezed my fingers, then his face fell. “Kit always cooked for us. He made the best meatloaf. I miss him.”

I hated to see Ollie like this. He had good days and bad days when it came to Kit, but it was worse on race weekends. When he had to see him. Pretend it was eating him up inside. I knew it would take time. I had been in his shoes once, and I had clawed my way out of it. Ollie would, too. When he was ready.

“Want to go get breakfast?” I suggested instead of bringing up Kit. “Just you and me.”

Ollie chewed on his bottom lip. “Won’t Charlie get mad?”

“Nah, Charlie won’t get mad,” my husband answered as he breezed into the room. He dropped a kiss into my hair and clapped Ollie on the shoulder. “Go out to breakfast. Have fun.”

Ollie looked between the two of us. “You could come, too.”

“I could, but I feel like this is best friend territory. I’ll be fine here. I’ll have some coffee, take a dip in the pool, and then head down to the shop. I need to sign a few things, anyway.” Charlie winked at me behind Ollie’s back. “Go on. You two go and take all the time you need.”

Ollie gave me a small smile. “I’ll go change.”

The sound of his retreating footsteps had me climbing to my feet and wrapping my arms around my husband. “You’re the best man in the world.”

“I appreciate you saying that, Bashful, but I think that title belongs to you.” Charlie squeezed me tightly before he dipped down to slant his lips against mine. “Go spend time with Ollie. He really needs you right now.”

I beamed up at him. “What about you? Don’t you need me?”

“I already have you, Jonesy,” Charlie whispered, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest.

I stepped onto my toes, pressed a kiss against his mouth. “Yeah, you do.”