Shattered Dreams (Dream #1)

Chapter Thirty

Autumn

The sound of soft bells fills my ears as the body under me moves to the side, making my eyes flutter open in time to see his naked back as he leans over the side of the bed and takes his phone out of his jeans. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor thumps right before the alarm is turned off. He places the phone on the bedside table before turning back to me and taking me into his arms. “Was that your alarm?”

I turn my head to look over my shoulder and out the window to see the sun is coming up.

“It is,”

he mumbles, the sleep still in his voice as he buries his face in my neck.

“Shit,”

I hiss, and his head tilts back to look at me, “you were supposed to leave.”

“Is that so?”

he asks, his eyebrows pulled together. “Why is that?”

“Because your parents are at your house,”

I groan. “Ugh, now they are going to know you didn’t sleep at home.”

He buries his face again in my neck, but this time, pushes me on my back.

He kisses my neck, and my arms and legs wrap around him tightly. “I think I’m old enough for sleepovers.”

He gets on his forearms to look at me. “They are going to ask all the questions.”

I put my head back deeper in the pillow.

“And I’m pretty sure I don’t have to answer those questions.”

He bends his head to kiss my jaw as he moves back on his knees. My legs open for him, one leg going over his arm that is holding him up, as the other hand goes to his cock. I get up on my elbows to watch him fist it in his hand, rubbing it up and down my slit a couple of times before he looks up at me and slides the tip in. Both of us moan out at the same time. The hand that was holding his cock is beside my hip as he pushes more of it into me. He buries his dick all the way in me before his hand is between us as he plays with my clit at the same time as he fucks me. The sound of us heavily breathing now fills the room. He watches me watching his hand and his cock. “Every single time,”

he says, picking up speed, “feels like the first time.”

He moves a bit faster. “I want to spend the day fucking you.”

He moves the hand playing with my clit to my neck, squeezing me and pulling me down onto his cock to match his thrusts. “Make you come over and over again.”

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out but a moan. My hand moves up to hold on to his wrist while he puts his forehead on mine. “Watch your pussy swallow my cock.”

We both look down. “Tighter and tighter.”

He pulls out to the tip before hammering back inside. I close my eyes, feeling the orgasm come closer when he snaps, “Watch us. Watch how you take me. Watch how your greedy pussy wants me. ”

His balls hit my ass while he slams into me. I want to open my eyes, but it feels so good until he pulls out of me. Then my eyes fly open. “I said watch me.”

His hips move back as he holds the base of his cock, moving it through my slit and to my clit, rubbing over it twice before sliding back into my pussy. “Greedy,”

he teases, smiling at me, “for my cock.”

“Charlie,”

I hiss out his name as he slows his pace, leaving his cock planted in me halfway as his hand comes up and plays with my clit.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

The way he calls me baby makes my stomach contract. “And watch me do it to you.”

“Need you to fuck me, Charlie.”

I lick my lips, my hips moving up and down to get his cock more into me. “Need you to fuck me hard.”

His fingers move around and around on my clit. My whole body is tight. “Need you to fuck me so hard I feel you when I walk all day long.”

I look at his cock half in me, half out of me. “Can you fuck me that hard?”

My eyes go from where we’re joined to his eyes. “Can you fuck me that hard? That’s what I want.”

He puts his hands by my hips, slamming into me. “Yes,”

I say breathlessly.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,”

he orders me through clenched teeth and slides so deep into me I feel him at my throat. I’m about to say how good it is, but I can’t because he’s fucking me like he’s never fucked me before. And he’s fucked me hard before, but this, it’s barbaric. Every single time he slams into me, the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, but he picks up his pace over and over again. “Your pussy is so tight; it’s sucking my cum right out of my balls.”

I don’t have to say when I’m going to come because he tells me, “I feel you soaking my cock.”

My pussy clenches over and over on his cock. “Running down my balls.”

I can’t help but cry out his name. “That’s my girl,”

he praises, relentlessly pounding away at me. “Ask me for my cum,”

he urges. “Tell me you want my cum in you.”

I tilt my hips, hoping he goes even deeper. “Tell me you want me dripping out of your pussy all day long.”

“Yes!” I shout.

“Say it,”

he growls, his teeth clenched together.

“I want your cum in me.”

I can’t even focus because I feel another orgasm building. “I want to feel you all day long in me. I want your cum in me.”

My head goes side to side. “Fuck me harder.”

“Any harder and I’ll fucking break you.”

He can’t even talk without panting.

“Then break me.”

I reach up and bite him right beside his nipple and that is his last straw. He doesn’t stop, he thrusts into me harder and deeper until we are both going over the ledge. My hips thrust up to meet his until he plants his cock to the hilt, and I feel him coming in me. His mouth finds mine.

My hand leaves the sheet to cup the back of his head. My fingers play with his hair until I feel his twitching cock stop. He pulls his mouth off mine. “Fuck, just came harder than I ever have in my whole life.”

He looks down at his cock still buried in me. “And all I want is to fuck you more.”

I giggle. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but I’m going to have to fuck you in the shower.”

“Why is that?”

I ask, confused since he’s never taken a shower here.

“You want me to go home after staying out all night and smelling of sex?”

he asks, and I roll my lips together.

“Good point.”

I move my hips, wanting him to fuck me more. “But aren’t you still going to smell like sex if you fuck me in the shower?”

My legs fall off his shoulders, so he wraps one arm around my waist, pushing me onto his cock that is still hard in me, as he gets out of my bed. “One way to find out,”

he states, walking to the bathroom, “unless I fuck you and then you get out so I can wash.”

He walks into my small bathroom, which is the size of his walk-in closet. “Or we could just shower.”

My arms loosen from around his neck to hold his shoulders. “Or I fuck you on that counter”—he motions to the counter beside my sink—“and then shower.”

I don’t answer him. I don’t have to, my pussy answers for me. “Oh, you like that idea.”

He places me down on the edge of the counter, and I put my foot up on both sides. “Fuck, open for me.”

He pulls out his cock to the tip before he slides it back in. His hands go to the sides of my neck. “Last time was hard,”

he murmurs softly, “so this time I’m taking my time.”

“Don’t you have to get home?”

I ask before his mouth finds mine.

“Don’t care.”

That’s the last thing he says, and the shower runs while he fucks me, taking his time. By the time he finishes, I’ve come five times and he’s come twice. The water is ice cold by the time he finally pulls out of me and steps in the shower. “Fuck, it’s like an ice bath.”

“Shouldn’t have taken your time fucking me.”

I laugh as he rushes to take a shower. He is almost finished getting dressed by the time I get out. My whole body is freezing, and I’m shivering. “Next time, we don’t turn on the shower until we are getting in.”

I walk out of my bathroom.

“You have a robe?”

he asks, and I shake my head. “Then put a long shirt on and come walk me to the door.”

“You can go by yourself.”

I point toward the door. “You know the way.”

“Yeah, but then I can’t kiss you goodbye.”

I don’t know why, but the words make my heart skip a beat. “I’m late as it is.”

“You were the one who wanted to fuck me in the shower,”

I remind him as I drop my towel and grab my shorts and tank top, slipping them on. “You could have showered without me.”

I walk to the end of the bed, where he waits for me. “What fun would that be?”

He takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing my fingers before walking to the back door.

I follow him out as he takes one step down and turns to me. “I’ll see you later.”

I don’t know if he’s asking me or if he’s telling me. He puts his hands on my hips. “Have a good day.”

My hand comes up to brush his wet hair back before I kiss his lips.

“Have a good day, Charlie,”

I say softly as he turns and walks down the rest of the stairs. I lean against the post, watching him disappear into the forest, taking a second to take a deep breath in and out before walking back inside and getting dressed.

I pull up to the office earlier than normal because I decided to have coffee at my desk. My father’s truck is already there, and when I walk in, I hear his boots as he walks out of the office. “Morning, sweetheart, I got you coffee.”

He smiles at me as I walk up to him and hug him, not thinking about the fact that he’s gotten a bit skinnier since I’ve been here.

“You are my savior.”

I look up at him. “Always.”

“Always will be,”

he mumbles before letting me go, and I walk into the office. “Have a couple of things to discuss with you,”

he says. “Sit down.”

“This sounds official.”

I try to make it light, but his tone is anything but.

“It is,”

he states, “I’m not going to beat around the bush.”

He sits and puts his hands on his desk. “One, I found out that you took your own money to put into the company.”

“Okay,”

I reply, and his eyebrows shoot up.

“I thought for sure you would try to make up a lie. Second, you are taking it all back today.”

“I’m not.”

My tone is dead serious. “The company needs it. I’ll take it back when I can.”

“And when do you think that will be?”

he snaps at me. “I already have nothing to give you when I die. The last thing I want is for you to lose it all.”

The minute he says those words, my chest gets tight. “The company is getting better.”

I try not to let my voice quiver.

“It is,”

he agrees, “but then what?”

“Then nothing,”

I retort, “this is what you are leaving me.”

I point out to the distillery. “This and your legacy. It’s worth everything.”

“Don’t be silly.”

He shakes his head.

“I’m not.”

I slap the desk. “Now I know that it’s been tough and I know we have a big hill in front of us, but we aren’t going to get anywhere if we are just looking at it and not doing anything about it. So I’m going to do what I can and you two,”

I mention my brother, “are going to have to suck it up and let me.”

He glares at me. “The new blend that Brady made,”

I say. “We are going to have a private party to debut it and limit the invites to a hundred people for now. If people enjoy it, hopefully, it will attract more customers to the bar. Then we can host more events over the next few months, and if we are profitable, we can talk about adding tasting rooms and private rooms to hold the events. I’ve started working on a mailing list, and we’re going to extend the invite to all of the people who’ve come in and ordered bottles of whiskey. We will charge them a fee to cover the cost of the food and some other things. We’ll also include a tasting menu with different whiskeys, and fingers crossed, they’ll like it and will order some of it.”

“You think that will help?”

he asks honestly.

“I have no idea, but I know we have to keep trying.”

I get up from my chair. “We’ve hidden for long enough.”

I swallow. “I’ve hidden for long enough. I did nothing wrong. I should have never let them run me out of town. But I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to walk with my head high.”

I close my eyes. “Okay, not like making direct eye contact, but I’m not going to be afraid of them anymore.”

He laughs. “But we are doing this party, and we are going to brace for the worst. But hope for the best.”

He leans back in his chair. “After the party, you take back your money,”

he counters.

“After the party, we’ll see how it goes, and I’ll take back ten percent.”

“You’ll take it all back.”

“Twenty percent,”

I counter, and he glares at me. “Also, that look doesn’t scare me. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

He tries not to laugh at me. “No, you aren’t,”

he agrees. “I can see that being back home, you’ve got your backbone back.”

He nods. “Twenty percent, and if you don’t take it, I’ll fire you.”

Now, it’s my turn to laugh at him. “I think I own a third of the company.”

He pushes back and gets up from his chair. “I had an idea about how to bottle the new blend,”

he tells me. “Take the bottle they used to use in the Prohibition era, and on the front, we do what they did back then, a doctor’s note.”

He picks up a picture he must have found, and I see the front on the bottle.

“It looks like a script from a pharmacy.”

I see that the patient’s name is on there with directions on how to take it. “This could be really cool. What if we did the theme from the twenties?”

I start getting all the ideas. “You know who is going to love this?”

I try not to laugh. “Brady.”

“Oh, he’s going to love this,”

my father agrees. “I’m going to go and bottle a few and see how it looks.”

He walks out and stops. “Love you, kiddo.”

I smile at him. “Love you too, Dad.”

I watch him walk away from me with a vow that I’m going to do everything I can to make him proud of me.