Charlie clutched the side of the bar until her knuckles shone white, squirming to escape those wonderful fingers, yet ultimately working her hips to invite him deeper. A tangled, confused feeling built up, tensing, her insides clenching like an overwound coil.
Through it all, Matthew held her steady, mercilessly fostering what made her breath hitch and mouth gape. Lips went back to her neck, biting and kissing, he upped the tempo and felt her hips roll wildly against his hand. When his mouth closed over the silk covered tip of her breast, her whole body lurched. She bucked, crying out.
The female flesh around his fingers squeezing tight.
Matthew didn’t ease up a bit. Continuing to twist his hand at her pussy, to pluck her nipple with his teeth, he gave her all she needed and more.
Not until her body was limp, his golden girl whimpering for reprieve, sagging beautifully against his body, did he consider stopping.
Chapter 17
Stretching, Charlie gave a sleepy groan and listened to the men shuffling around downstairs. A wicked smile curved her lips, her cheeks flamed in remembrance of Matthew’s fingers. She’d had no idea such a sensation existed, could hardly believe she had lived her whole life completely unaware of something so… explosive.
Sure, she’d lurked in whorehouses, seen men and women in the throes of passion. Prostitutes made noise all right, but Charlie knew it was just to please the customer. Recognized the bored look in their eyes when they offered their bodies, she’d figured they took little pleasure in it. But Matthew, he had set her ablaze. Every gasp and moan had come unbidden, uncontrolled. She’d been a true wanton. Charlie could still feel the lingering suck of his mouth on her breast, see the way his burning eyes urged while thick fingers wriggled inside her. And above all, the arrogant look on his face when he pulled those torturous fingers from her body… to suck clean.
He’d not said a word after; simply scooped up her listless body and carried her back to his bed.
And she had slept beautifully.
Wanting to impress Matthew, she pulled on her best dress, took time styling her hair and applied a touch of cosmetics.
By the time she made her way downstairs, Charlie found Eli at the grill, disappointed he wasn’t the Emerson she was hoping for.
“Good morning, Miss Charlie.” Eli, decorated with a badly swollen eye, offered as enthusiastic a grin as he could muster. “Don’t you look pretty. Sleepin’ in late seems to agree with you.”
“Awww, shucks.”
“After all the excitement last night, a good long rest must have been what the doctor ordered.” Setting down a hot plate of breakfast, Eli added, “Glad to see you got what you needed.”
The giggle came out before she could stop herself. An actual hand-to-God giggle. What the hell?
He didn’t seem to catch on. “You gonna visit Ruth today?”
“Sure am.”
* * *
Watching the chit chat from his cracked office door, Matthew was glad to see her smiling so easily. He wanted to go out there and say good morning, and would the second his painfully erect cock stopped filling his head with memories of the perfect expression on Charlotte’s face when she climaxed around his fingers.
Any minute now…
But, caught up in lurid thoughts, he missed his chance to say hello. Charlie had made quick work of her meal and bolted out the door. Returning to his desk, he took a sip of coffee and couldn’t help but think it was not nearly as nice as the tangy sweetness he’d licked from his fingers when he’d pulled them from that sweet, little pussy.
“You need something, Matthew?” Eli stuck his head in the office door. “You’re making a lot of racket over those ledgers?”
Clearing his throat, Matthew was infinitely grateful the desk shielded the tent in his trousers. “No, Eli. Just wash the damn dishes… I can hear ‘em piling up in the sink.”
* * *
“Okay. Now line up the sight with the target, and when you feel good and ready, pull the trigger.”
A boom, followed by a triumphant feminine squeal filled the air. “I hit it!”
Impressed, Charlie matched Ruth’s infectious smile with one of her own. “You’re a natural.”
For weeks, Ruth had begged to hunt like the menfolk. Over and over Charlie had said no, but the girl had a knack for wheedling and eventually… well… Charlie caved.
Now, hunting was out of the question, but Charlie settled on a secluded spot in a snow dusted copse where she might teach Ruth to fire a pistol instead.