Hustle Me (Bank Shot Romance #1)(49)
Author: Jennifer Foor

"Oh my God, look at his arm, Traci." The one girl continued to hold onto my arm.

The other one started to giggle and shove up my other sleeve. "Ever had a threesome?"

I let out a chuckle. Sure, I’d had a bunch of experiences under my belt, but I didn’t want Charlie dwelling on them. None of them had meant a damn thing to me, so it wasn’t even worth bringing up. "If I told you I’d have to kill you" I winked and pulled my arms away from the two chicks. For the rest of the night I avoided that end of the bar. They finally got up and paid the tab. Of course they didn’t leave without passing me their numbers. I left them on the counter for only a second to put the money in the register and in that time Charlie had walked up and grabbed them. She held them up in the air. "Are these yours babe?"

I smiled and shook my head. "So, you call me babe, when other women want me?"

She shrugged and tossed them in the trash. "Maybe."

I walked up close to her, almost to where our lips were touching. "They didn’t have shit on you, not even both of them together."

She pushed me away and kept smiling. "You’re sick!"

"Hey, it’s the truth." I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my chest. "This perfect ass is what I dream about at night. I picture your plump lips around my dick and your titties bouncing all around my face. I wake up all hard and ready to fill you with my love juice."

Her eyebrow cocked up and she shook her head. "Love juice?"

"Yeah, you know how it is. Stop denying your addiction to my penis. It’s not healthy to lie."

Charlie’s head flew back as she continued to laugh at my sarcasm. I loved making her smile, she was so beautiful.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth." She pushed away from me and started cleaning up.

I waited until she made it to the other end of the bar, where the last two men sat finishing their beers. "Yeah, we’ll see who’s begging for it later."

In time, the guys finally left and Charlie and I closed up the bar. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her halfway up the steps. I only let her down because she was kicking all around and I thought I was going to drop her. Once we got into the bedroom, I watched her toss off her shirt. She threw it in my direction, hitting me in the face. As I ripped it away from my view I noticed she was kicking off her pants and walking slowly toward the bathroom. I licked my lips just thinking about all the places I wanted my mouth to be. "Are you coming or not?"

"Oh, we’re both going to be coming." I started stripping as I made my way to the bathroom.

There were two things that I loved in life. One was the game of billiards and the other was Charlie. With time being the most crucial part of our lives, we needed to decide what we were going to do.

The only problem with me focusing on our problems was the fact that my hot ass girlfriend was climbing into the shower buck ass naked waiting for me to join her. Since I hated to see her sad, I chose to join her.

I think I was rock hard before the warm water hit my skin. Charlie had her arms up while she lathered up her hair. I ran my hands up her wet back and then back down to her slippery ass. I sat my chin down on her shoulder and kissed her neck. My hands lingered up her abdomen then straight to her br**sts. I ran my fingers across each of her ni**les, getting them hard as the water stamped down over us. Charlie rubbed her butt against my erection, letting me know she was ready and willing. She didn’t have to tease me. I ran one of my fingers down her little ass crack until I reached her pu**y. I rubbed against her smooth lips until my fingers slid into her hot entrance. She continued to grind her ass into me as I teased her clit with my fingertips.

The more she pressed that fine ass up against me, the more I couldn’t mess around any longer. My dick was throbbing and there was only one place it needed to be. I spun Charlie around and met her lips with mine. Her hands ran up my chest, while I wrapped my arms around to her ass and picked her up. I pushed her up and against the shower wall and lowered her until I was able to slide right inside. Charlie cried out when I first began to pump myself inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my back and her arms around my neck. The friction was harder under the constant stream of the water, but it made it feel better. The longer I thrust myself into her, the faster my release was coming. The moment she cried out and I felt her inner walls pushing me out, I lost it and let myself finish. I pressed her hard against the shower wall as I halted my pace and focused in those final moments of bliss.

I let Charlie down slowly, still kissing her on the lips while I did it. "Damn woman, you got me all worked up."

She laughed and finished washing her body, like we had not just done what we did. I leaned against the shower, still trying to catch my breath, while I watched her lathering up her body. She shook her head. "You ready for round two?"

I sighed and slapped her on the ass. "Stop teasing me, or tonight will be the night where I set a new record."

With a towel wrapped around her body she leaned against the bathroom wall. "Record for what?"

"For how many times I can make you come in one night." Oh yeah, it was going to be a long night.

Chapter 29

Charlie

I woke up on Jammer’s side of the bed, naked and wrapped in his arms. His bright colored tattoos covered my arms, leaving me unable to get up without waking him. My back was to his chest and he snored softly into my hair. This position could have been portrayed as uncomfortable, but for me, it was heavenly. I’d never felt more safe then when I was in this position. My past and all of the suffering went away as soon as I felt those arms wrapping around me.

My dreams had stopped. I don’t know whether it was the fact that I had Jammer, or that I’d learned so much more about my real father. It could also be the fact that for the first time, I’d found a real home. My little brother, who I couldn’t imagine raising at first, had become the single most important thing in my life. Every single day that child made me smile. I was completely in love with him and adored being his sister. Sure, I’d had several foster families with children, but this was my blood sibling. Nothing could tear that apart. No matter where we were, we’d always have that connection.

Since I had to pee terribly, I slowly worked my way out of Jammer’s arms. He reached for me, but I kept scooting until I made it off the bed. "Come back," he whined.

"I have to go to the bathroom." I didn’t wait to hear what he said, because I was about to pee down my leg. Since I was in the bathroom, I decided to brush my hair and teeth before climbing back into bed. He knew what I did and shook his head.