Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Althea,” Lloyd says, as my grandmother whoops with laughter, and I can practically hear the deep blush on the man’s face in his voice.
“Jesus Christ, Grandma,” I mumble.
“I love her so much,” Charlotte says. “I hope I’m half as sassy and fun at her age.”
“Explain the poster, too,” Lloyd says. “It’s her idea, too, world. She’s the one with the wicked sense of humor, not me.”
Grandma hoots with laughter and points to the unhung, framed Rear Window movie poster on the floor nearby that’s leaning against the wall. “Isn’t that hilarious? It’s my gift to Lloyd. A secret nod to our fun little secret.” Grandma puts her hands on her hips. “Is that good? Anything else you’d like me to clear up?”
“I think that’ll do it. Thank you very much.”
The clip ends, and a new one begins, but I press pause on the camera. “Is there anything else that’s an immediate must-see?”
“Nope. You’ve seen the most important stuff.” Charlotte scoots her chair even loser to mine, and then pivots, so that our knees are now touching. She takes both my hands in hers and says softly, “I hope this is a relief for you.”
“It is. Thank you.” I pause, my Adam’s apple bobbing. “I miss her so fucking much, Charlotte.”
“I can see why. She was a beautiful soul.”
“She lit up every room. Made even the most mundane activities or errands a grand adventure. She was sunshine in human form.” Saying those words out loud suddenly makes me realize why I’m so fucking attracted to Charlotte—because all those descriptors perfectly describe her, as well.
“The rest of this last cassette is footage of your grandma playing little songs for Lloyd on his piano or bringing him birthday cake on his birthday. Stuff like that. You can watch it later, if you want. There’s absolutely no footage shot through the peephole, and it’s never mentioned again.” Her face falls. “Fair warning, though. Toward the very end of the cassette, it’s pretty clear your grandma’s health was failing. She started to look pretty frail, so be prepared for that, if you watch.”
I swallow hard and nod. “It was hard to watch in real time. In the end, she had a caregiver living with her. But I used to come over and hang out with her a ton, whenever my mother couldn’t make it, or to give her a break. So, I watched her rapid decline as it happened.”
“I’m so sorry, Auggie. So, so sorry.”
I don’t know for sure who leans in first, or if we both do it together, but the end result is that our lips are suddenly pressed together in a tender, heartfelt kiss—one neither of us pulls away from. In fact, it doesn’t take long before we’re both actively deepening the kiss. And then, kissing passionately. As our tongues swirl and our lips devour, I feel electrocuted by arousal and yearning. I’m flooded with the feelings that have been growing inside me, steadily, for this incredible woman. I want her. Body, soul, heart, mind. I want her to be mine. All mine. But in this moment, I’ll settle for claiming every inch of her body, from the inside out.
We’ve talked about waiting for sex until our financial emergency is over. But I’m not thinking clearly right now. I’m feeling swept away by desire, need, and affection—and especially, a kind of white-hot attraction I’ve never experienced before.
“I want you inside me,” Charlotte murmurs into my hungry lips, reading my mind. And so, without hesitation, I stand from my folding chair, lift Charlotte from hers—prompting her to wrap her thighs around my waist and slide her arms around my neck—and with Charlotte clinging to me like a baby monkey, I stride into her bedroom, my rock-hard dick and pounding heart leading the way.
19
CHARLOTTE
Auggie’s quaking and breathing hard as he lays me down on the air mattress in my bedroom. He immediately begins stripping off his shoes and clothes with enthusiasm, so I do the same, dying to finally feel his thick, girthy cock plowing me. Intellectually, I know we should probably channel all this delicious sexual energy into yet another show. We haven’t done one today yet, so this is going to set us back. But my body doesn’t care what my mind thinks in this moment because my body needs this—more than it needs air in its lungs.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this moment, obsessively,” Auggie whispers, looking down at me with blazing blue eyes. He’s naked now, and so am I. The air between us is crackling with sexual energy. Heat. Lust. Yearning. Need.
“So have I,” I admit. “I’m on the pill.”
With a shudder of arousal, he crawls over me and ravenously licks and sucks on my nipples and breasts, and then works his way down my torso to the pulsing bundle of nerves between my legs. As he licks my bullseye, he slides his fingers inside me and strokes me in a rhythm that matches the movements of his tongue and lips, until soon, I’m moaning and groaning and writhing in ecstasy. Wet and ready to be filled to the brim and then pounded to ecstasy.