Three’s a Crowd

November 19th, 2015

Shortly after Charlie left, Lou arrived. He gave me a tour of the grounds, starting with the weapons shed because he believes that’s where my folks fell in love.

“Somewhere between the RPG and the shot gun.” He said, making me smile.

The tour took about two hours, which surprisingly flew by. Lou had a story for every place we stopped at, everything involving my folks. Even though I was very interested in the stories he was telling me, my mind at times still wandered to Charlie. His lips, his hands, the way he didn’t ask permission and just took what he wanted. I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. I was acting like my typical old self. Swooning over guys who weren’t right for me, but who also weren’t bad to look at. Did I honestly think I had a future with this guy? Or was he just part of this exciting adventure? The real question was, do I want to stick around long enough to get feelings for the guy and then be screwed over like every other time I’ve been in a relationship?

The answer was, no. No I did not want to stick around long enough to get feelings for him and have it bite me in the ass in a few months. So when I got back to my cabin, I packed up my stuff immediately. I told Lou I had to work the next day so I would be leaving soon, and to tell Charlie bye for me.

I know what you’re thinking, “How can I leave without saying goodbye” Right? Lets just say, I’m not one for goodbyes. They’re messy. Just as messy as kissing a hot stranger in the forest. Its better if I just… don’t.

So I got on the next bus, and I left. I had two very long hours to daydream about my experience with the big bad wolf, but once I arrived back in the city, I vowed to not obsess over it. My five-minute walk home from the bus station I told myself to let it go. It was fun, but now its over.

With a sigh, I reached my third floor loft and walked in the front door. Immediately I found myself with a distraction. My boyfriend.

“Hey babe! Where have you been?” This tall blonde hunk yelled to me from the kitchen.

“John,” I sighed, “I forgot you were going to be here.” I said dropping my bag as I closed the door.

“I thought that was our deal, after I had my last anger management class I could start staying over here again…” John said walking up to me, kissing me on the cheek.

“Well we haven’t exactly discussed-”

“I’m making stir fry!” John said interrupting me as he walked back into the kitchen.

“I’m.. gonna take a shower.” I said grabbing my bag as I headed into the bathroom.

Turning on the shower head, I waited for the water to warm up as I slowly got undressed, my head was all of a sudden cloudy. John did that to me. He was a twenty-five-year-old personal trainer, and he had the body of one too. That’s not the reason I was so cloudy, though. John and I have been off and on for a year now. He cheated on me after a few months of us getting serious, he then begged for a second chance and I gave it to him. A while after that he started to have a short temper, breaking things when he got mad. He never laid a hand on me but one night he destroyed my apartment. The cops were called, he paid for the damages, and had to attend three months of anger management. Now he apparently thinks were back together and everything is fine.

I took my time in the shower, not wanting to deal with the night that laid before me. After I towel dried my body and hair, I pulled on my red satin sleep shirt that ended at the middle of my thigh and walked out of the bathroom. John was sitting on the couch eating.

“Hey,” I said sitting next to him, “We should probably talk…”

“Okay but this movie just started so lets talk after.” He whispered to me as he turned up the volume.

I sighed and walked in the back room where my office was. I hadn’t written in what felt like ages, so I sat down, pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and started a new story.

Four hours went by and I hadn’t even looked up from the computer until I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on. I guess we’ll have that talk tomorrow, I thought. Deciding I should give myself a break, I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee when I heard a knock at the door. With a frown I checked the time, it was 7:30pm. My neighbor usually gets home from work about this time, she probably forgot her keys or something. So I walked to the door and opened it with a small smile, thinking I was greeting my neighbor when I look up and see Charlie leaning against the door frame, towering over me.

“Charlie…” I said taking a step back so he wasn’t so close, “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

Charlie grinned, “Miss me?” He asked taking a step forward.

“How did you find me here?” I asked not realizing as he was stepping forward, I was backing up, allowing him to come in.

“Oh I have my ways…” He said shutting the door behind him, “You look good in red, kid.”

“You can’t be here.” I said softly.

“You didn’t say bye, my feelings were hurt.” He said reaching out and taking the collar of my shirt between his two fingers. He then slowly ran his finger across the exposed skin on my chest, until his finger rested on a button between my breasts.

“We both know you don’t have feelings so why are you here?” I managed to ask as I took another step back away from him.

“Do you have a roommate?” He asked, taking a glance around the loft.

“Not exactly…” I said, not making eye contact with him.

“Is there another man here?” He asked with a deep laugh.

“Would you keep your voice down? The last thing I need is-”

“Hey babe, do we have any more toothpaste?” John said stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, “Oh, hey…” He said surprised to see another man in the living room.

“John, this is Charlie, he’s a…” I started.

“An old friend. Red and I go way back.” Charlie finished for me.

“Red?” John asked.

“Oh,” Charlie laughed, “Kate.”

John raised a brow, “An old friend of Katie’s? I didn’t think she had any” He laughed, “Give me a second to get dressed.” John said walking into the bedroom.

I spun around to look at Charlie, “You need to leave.”

“I think I’ll stay.” He said as he pulled off his leather jacket “You don’t mind, do ya Katie?”

“Do not call me Katie.” I said through gritted teeth, “And yes, I mind.”

Charlie took a seat at the kitchen table, ignoring my protest.

“What are you doing here, Charlie?” I asked sitting across from him.

He sighed, “I was in the city looking for a friend.” He explained.

I raised a brow at him, “I wouldn’t consider us friends.”

“I didn’t mean you.” He said sitting back in his chair.

John came walking in wearing some sweats, “So, Charlie, are you from around here?” He asked.

“Nah, brother. The city is no place for a wolf.” Charlie grinned.

John stood next to me, “How long are you in town for?” He asked.

“Heading back tomorrow afternoon.” He explained.

“So you have time for a beer then!” John said walking into the kitchen and grabbing three beers.

I stood up “I’ll be in my office; I need to finish writing.”

“You sure you don’t want to have a beer with the guys?” Charlie asked with a smirk, “I’m sure we can find a topic were all interested in.” He said looking me up and down.

“I hate you.” I whispered before I grabbed a beer out of John’s hand and walked back to my office, shutting the door behind me.

One hour and one beer later, I hesitantly made my way back out into the kitchen. They had jazz music going as they played cards at the kitchen table. “Miles Davis?” I asked them as I grabbed a cold water from the fridge.

“I’m trying to educate Johnny boy here on the classics.” Charlie said as he watched me.

John stood up, “I don’t get it. How do you get anyone to play with you, man? You cheat! You’re a cheater!” He slurred. “I’m going to bed baby…” He said walking up to me, kissing me on the cheek. “And you, you son of a bitch,” He pointed at Charlie, “I’ll get you one day, man… I’ll get you…” He mumbled before walking into the bedroom and shutting the door.

“He’s…not what I expected.” Charlie said grabbing the empty beer bottles and placing them in the sink.

“How many beers did he have? And what did you expect?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

“Does it matter?” He asked walking up to me.

I swallowed, “No, it doesn’t.”

“I should go…” he said looking down at me.

I nodded, “Yea, you should…” I said softly. I felt my heart beat picking up the longer we looked at each other.

“You should go crawl in bed with your boyfriend…” He whispered.

“Fuck you.” I whispered back before I pulled him against me by his shirt and kissed him with more passion than before.

He didn’t hesitate. I heard a deep moan rumble in his throat as he kissed me back, “If you want me to stop, now is the time.” He said against my lips as he picked me up by the ass and set me down on the counter.

I didn’t verbally answer him, I just lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it on the kitchen floor. His body was sculpted and thick. I noticed a few scars on his upper body but I couldn’t focus on that when he had his rough hands literally ripping off my panties.

“Oh my god…” I whispered as he forced my legs open and began kissing my inner thigh. What the hell was I doing? My boyfriend was sleeping in the other room while I was-

“Fuck.” I whispered as I became dizzy with pleasure. His left hand was massaging my breast as his hot tongue circled my swollen clit. As if that wasn’t enough for him, he used his free hand to slip two fingers in and out of my wet slit.

My hand found his hair as my back arched involuntarily. I tugged at his thick head of hair as I felt my climax building, “Charlie,” I moaned, “I’m so close…”

“No, no, no…” He whispered as he stopped everything he was doing and stood up straight, “You cum when I say you can cum, understand?” He whispered as he pulled me off the counter and into his arms.

I slid down his body and got to my feet. “Come on.” I whispered as I took his hand and lead him into the spare bedroom.

“How does it make you feel knowing I’m going to be fucking you as your boyfriend sleeps in the next room?” Charlie whispered in my ear as he pressed his chest into my back. His hands roamed the front of my body, unbuttoning my long red shirt.

“It’s wrong.” I whispered, sliding my shirt off my body and onto the floor, “And this wont happen again.”

He turned me around so I was facing him, “Is that right?” He whispered as he unzipped his pants.

I swallowed, “Yes.” I said as I dropped to my knees and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. His large erection sprung out of its holding place and my mouth watered as I licked him from base to tip. Licking my lips, I took hold of his shaft and guided him into my mouth. He was large so I had a hard time adjusting to it at first, but once I got going, I didn’t want to stop.

Charlie moaned as he thrusted himself into my mouth, holding my head still as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into the back of my throat. Just as I began to massage his balls, he picked me up and pushed me onto the bed.

I could feel him staring at me as he stepped out of his jeans. I wasn’t use to so much attention, I almost started to blush, “See anything you like?” I asked staring back at him.

I saw a grin grow on his face as he slowly crawled on top of me, “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered in my ear before he softly bit my neck.

I closed my eyes as I ran my hands down his toned back, “Fuck me.” I begged, “Now.” I whispered.

Charlie lifted his head so he could meet my gaze as he guided himself into me. I was wet enough that he slipped in with ease, pushing deeper into me with each thrust. “My god.” He whispered as he sat up, grabbing my hips so he could thrust harder into me.

It was a welcoming pain, the way he filled me completely. I couldn’t keep my voice down. I didn’t care anymore. When he started thrusting in and out of me, harder and faster, I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan every time. My hands went to the headboard so I could stop myself from sliding forward.

“Keep your arms above your head.” He demanded before he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, “Get on your knees.”

I did as he asked, I got on my knees, keeping my head on the pillow.

“Good girl.” He said before he pushed himself into me roughly. “You feel fucking amazing.” He moaned as he started pumping in and out of me again.

I gripped the sheets and moaned into the pillow as he rammed into me harder and faster. My climax was building again and I didn’t want him to stop. “Charlie” I moaned, “I want to cum…”

He reached down and pulled me into a sitting position by my neck, “You wanna cum, love?” He whispered in my ear as he pushed deeper into me.

“Yes” I begged.

“I want to feel you cum, baby.” He whispered.

“Oh god yes!” I whispered, that pushed me over the edge. I came, hard. I could feel myself pulsing around him as I came for what felt like minutes. My entire body trembled.

His grip got a little tighter on my throat as I came, “You are mine. Do you understand me?” He growled in my ear before pushing me back down on the bed. His pace went from slow, to fast, and back to slow. I could feel him fighting the urge to finish, not wanting this euphoria to end… but before I could have a say in it, he tightened his grip on my hips and slammed into me harder and harder until he pulled out and came all over my back, growling with pleasure as he finished himself off.

I was gasping for air by the time we were done. I couldn’t believe what just happened and how hot it was.

He collapsed next to me after he cleaned me off, pulling me to him so my head rested on his chest, “That was…”

“Amazing…” I whispered.

“Very needed…” He said with a small laugh.

I pulled the blanket over us and rolled on my back, yawning “Are you staying or leaving?” I asked looking over at him.

“I can stay for a while. ” He whispered before he kissed me on the top of my head.

“I was serious when I said this couldn’t happen again so I hope you enjoyed yourself…” I said with a grin.

“We’ll see about that.” He said wrapping his arm around me, “Get some sleep, you’ve had a long day.”

I let out another yawn as I curled up to his warm body. Slowly my eyelids got heavy and before I knew it, I was sleeping like a baby.


The next morning I woke up alone in bed. I sat up confused, but once I felt my soreness I suddenly remembered my night with Charlie. Here came that stupid grin again. I crawled out of bed and pulled on my night shirt, hoping I wouldn’t have to explain anything to John. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed there was no trace of Charlie anywhere. “Hmm…” I said out loud, I didn’t remember him leaving in the middle of the night.

I quietly walked down the hallway and I all of a sudden felt dirty. What a bitch I was, doing something like this to John. Did he hear us? How drunk was he? I wondered as I paced in front of the bedroom door. Finally, I just opened it, letting some light into the dark room. “John.” I whispered and sat next to him in bed. He didn’t move.

“John, get up…” I said as I shook him by the shoulder. He didn’t budge. “John!” I said louder, this time opening the curtains so the light alone would wake him up, but once I shed light on the situation, something seemed wrong.

“John?” I asked. I leaned over to pull the covers off of him, noticing the blankets were wet. I frowned as I looked down at my hand, my finger tips were covered in blood. “Jesus Christ.” I whispered as I pulled the covers back, it looked like he had been stabbed several times in the ribs. “Oh my god…” I whispered stumbling back against the wall, my vision blurring with tears. He was dead. I slid down the wall, sobbing. Not knowing where my phone was to call the police. My entire body was shaking, I felt nauseous. There was only one explanation for this, only one other person in this loft since John went to bed… “Charlie.” I whispered.



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