Shattered Dreams (Dream #1)

Chapter Nine

Charlie

I hold her wrists in my hands by her head. As she tells me she hates me, my heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest. I know I shouldn’t be here. I knew the minute I got up from my couch, after finishing half a bottle of whiskey, I shouldn’t be here. I was on my way to the crash site. But instead, I looked up, and I was here, seeing her on her swing. And for the first time ever, she met me head-on for the fight. I watch her, my eyes staring into hers. “Not as much as I hate you.”

I feel like I’ve just been in a horse race. Both of us look like we are ready to go to war but with each other. I don’t know who moves first; I don’t know what the fuck is happening before my lips are on hers. My tongue tastes the whiskey on her lips as I kiss her with the hatred I have for her, and she kisses me with the hatred she has for me. My hands let go of her wrists as they move up to place my palms on hers. As our fingers link together, she grips my hand as the kiss deepens, and we both fight with each other. She loosens her hold on my fingers, and I do the same as she untangles her fingers from mine and lets go of my hand, and I do the same. One hand wraps around her head, the other around her waist. While her hand goes to my head, her fingers grip my hair, not letting me move. Before she moves her hands down, she wraps one hand around the back of my neck while the other wraps around my shoulder. Her back arches in my arms, and her tits press deeper into my chest.

My hand moves down to her ass, grabbing a handful and pushing and squeezing it. She moans into my mouth as I move her away from the door. My heart tells me this is the most fucked-up thing I’ve ever done in my life, while my head tells me this is what I need. There’s the war raging in my head as I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my hips. I pull open the door as I try to kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. It’s hard, it’s wet, it’s heated. It’s everything you think two people who hate each other would feel. We move our heads side to side as I walk into her darkened house, the moonlight guiding me where I want to go. The moonlight guiding me to a place I shouldn’t be going.

I walk into her bedroom, which I’ve been in a couple of times over the years when I had to help her move things. Never, never more. “Fuck,”

I swear, letting go of her mouth to trail my lips to her neck, where I suck in deep. She arches her back and unwraps her legs from my hips.

“Fuck is right,”

she hisses out before she gets on her tippy-toes and bites my jaw, making it shoot right down to my dick that has never, ever been this hard before. Our mouths attack each other again, but this time it’s not just our mouths. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, and she bunches it up as my hand goes to her little white tank top, pulling the little spaghetti strap down her arm and then covering her breast with my hand as I roll the nipple between my finger and thumb. She lets go of my mouth to moan, giving me a chance to bend and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her hands are frantic, trying to get under my shirt. She pulls it up and over my head, my mouth letting her nipple go as she pulls it off.

Not a word is spoken between the two of us. The only sound coming out of us is heavy breathing. I kiss her again and again as my hands go to her hips and slide into her shorts. I pull them and her lace panties over her hips, and they fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She’s standing in front of me naked as her hands go to the button of my pants. My eyes watch every single move as the sound of the zipper being pulled down echoes in the room.

I don’t think I take a breath as she moves the flaps of my jeans, and her hand slides into my boxers as she grips my cock in her hand. My mouth hovers over her as she moves her hand up and down, my hand slides down her stomach, touching her neatly trimmed triangle as my hand slips through her slit, and I slide a finger into her. She sighs out a deep breath as I slip another finger into her. She bites my lower lip before she moves to my neck, sucking in deep. My eyes close as she moves her mouth to my nipple, sucking it into her mouth before biting right next to it. I hiss out as she moves away from me and drops to her knees. I should stop this. I should move out of her touch. I should do a whole bunch of things. But I don’t do any of them.

I’m stuck, my feet stuck to the floor as if it is quicksand.

I feel her hands moving to my waist as she pushes my jeans over my hips, freeing my cock, and then sinking her mouth onto it. I open my eyes, watching her try to take me all in her mouth. My eyes lose focus on her as she bobs her head away from me before taking me to the back of her throat. I have to close my eyes, or I’ll come. My hand comes up to her head, gripping her hair in it and pulling her away from my dick before I bend and kiss her. I pull her up to stand before moving her backward to the bed. The back of her knees hit the bed, and she falls back. I kick off my boots before getting rid of my jeans as she moves back on the bed. Our eyes watch each other as I put one knee on the bed and then the other. Her legs open for me as I crawl between them. “Charlie,”

she says my name.

“Shut up,”

I order her, and she tilts her head back.

“I hate you,”

she hisses at me. “I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you.”

“Good,”

I snap, grabbing my cock in my hand. “The feeling is definitely mutual.”

She puts her legs over mine, her hand going to my ribs as I bend to kiss her. It’s hotter than it was outside. It’s even got more wetness to it. I push her as she falls to her back, her hair fanning around her. I move my cock up and down her slit as her legs move up and over my forearms while I push them back as I slam into her. Her neck arches as her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I give her a second to get used to the feel of me. I give myself a second to close my eyes, knowing what is coming, but it doesn’t come. I slide out of her and then slam back into her harder than the first time. Moving my arm to beside her head, I put my head beside hers. I pull out and slam back in, and she gets tighter than she was before. I thrust my hips into her with abandon. The sound of our skin slapping against each other drowns out the pants that we both heave out.

Her mouth is near my ear as she moans out, making me lift my head to look at her. Her closed eyes make me more pissed off. Why? I have no idea. “Open your fucking eyes,”

I hiss at her, pulling out to the tip of my cock, making her moan as she grips my ass with her nails, scoring me. “Look at me.”

“No,”

she hisses right back at me.

“Now!”

I slam into her and then pull out as she slowly opens her eyes.

“There, are you fucking happy now?”

She moves her hands up from my ass to my back, her nails scoring into my skin.

“No,”

I whisper, “I’m not happy.”

I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life. The rage of her being back in town, the rage from my life becoming a shit show. The rage from being here with her and wanting to be here is more than I can even take. I push it away and let the anger seep back in, but it doesn’t come as easy as I want it to come.

She arches her back, her hands gripping my shoulders, holding on as I put my other hand down on the bed near her head. Holding her head in my hand, I fuck her with abandon, transferring all of my hate to this moment. I feel her getting tighter and tighter around my cock, and I can’t even breathe as my hips piston in and out. Then she lets go. The moan comes out of her in a grunt as she moves her head away from me and my touch. “No fucking way,”

I growl, pulling her head back to me and kissing the shit out of her. The kiss is heated as she fights back at me. The hatred in this kiss is one for the books. It’s when I feel my balls getting tighter that I let her mouth go, the sound of my heavy breathing louder than her moan as I bury my face in her neck at the same time as I bury my cock inside her and let go. My eyes close, and all I can see is Autumn. All I can see is her staring at me. I tighten my eyes even more, and still, all I can see is her. I wait to see if it changes, if Autumn is the only one I see or if it’ll be Jennifer.

I collapse on top of her as her legs fall to the bed. The hands at my shoulders fall to the side and away from me. I move to her side, sliding out of her and falling to my back, looking up at the ceiling. I place my hand on my stomach as I try to get my breathing under control. At the same time, my eyes get heavier than they have ever gotten. I close them for a second or at least that is my plan. My plan is to get up and get the fuck out of here. But here is the thing with plans—they can change on a dime. Trust me, I should know. My plan was to come here and find out when she was leaving. It was not to kiss her, it was not to fuck her, and it was not to feel what I was feeling. It is time to make another plan, and this time stick to it. That is the last thing I think before my eyes close, and then it takes so much to open them, so I just rest them. For just a second, I think to myself, and that is the last thought I have.