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Chuck left shortly after Casey dropped by.
But first I got dressed and snuck downstairs to look for Casey’s car. In spite of what he said, and in spite of the way he tried to act distant, like he didn’t care about my personal life, I knew he was protective. Just like O’Bannon and Ruiz were protective. Just like I was protective of them. In a lot of ways, we were family.
And I wanted to make sure Casey wasn’t waiting to see who my date was. I wanted to make sure he didn’t follow Chuck home or something like that, stalk the poor guy, look up his records.
I wanted to make sure Casey didn’t figure out Chuck was the same guy who’d been in our precinct a few weeks ago, the same guy would now be working with us on my case. He’d know eventually. I’d have to tell him eventually. And most likely O’Bannon, Ruiz…even Graham.
But it had to be at a time of my own choosing. And Chuck would have to be absolutely and positively 100 percent okay with it. One thing was for sure, they’d never know about Piranha.
I trusted the guys to protect me. But I didn’t know how far I’d trust them to protect Chuck. They had no reason to.
So I’d take Piranha with me to my grave.
Luckily, the fifteen minutes I spent searching for the Crown Victoria my partner preferred to drive around the city weren’t fruitful. I was grateful to him for that. It meant he believed me that I was simply a little embarrassed having him arrive while I was having something of a morning after with the guy I’d gone on a date with the night before. Or he was at least willing to give me the benefit of the doubt.
After Chuck finally made his departure, I decided to spend my day off in a way that went against everything that was ingrained in me. I did the most relaxing thing I could think of. I changed into my bikini, pulled on some shorts and a loose tank, grabbed a towel, and drove the fifteen minutes it took to get to the beach.
It was pretty crowded, in spite of the somewhat rainy weather we’d had the last few days, because the sun was out. Even when there wasn’t sun, you could always find surfers, if no one else.
There were no surfers today. They’d left by the time the families piled in.
I didn’t mind the crowd. Today it felt good to be surrounded by people. I blended in. Just another towel in the sea of towels covering the beach.
I squinted behind my sunglasses out into the water and watched the comforting roll of the waves, letting the sound of them crashing on the beach lull me into a feeling of peace.
And as I sat there, feeling at peace for the time being, I decided I’d really needed this time away from the bustling city, and I needed this time alone. Technically I wasn’t alone, but none of these people knew me. So it was like being alone. I could just watch the kids bury each other and build sandcastles, smile to myself at the parent trying to discipline their incredibly stubborn child only to be manipulated to let their child stay in the water that much longer.
This was what I’d needed.
Something to make me feel more connected with the community that I was sworn to protect. Something to make me feel human again, rather than the terrified person Fulcrum’s attack had made me. And honestly I’d been a bit of a wreck over Chuck, in spite of the steps I was taking. Actually because of the steps I was taking. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. I didn’t want the fallout later when this didn’t work out.
And yet, I knew without a doubt that I was making a hugely unfair assumption, with absolutely no grounds, when I thought about there even being a fallout. People did end up together. For life. It happened all the time. They married, started families. John and Kathleen Casey, for instance. Ruiz was planning on proposing to his girlfriend in the next few months.
An ending for Chuck and I wasn’t inevitable.
If I didn’t completely fuck it up, which was possible. But not inevitable.
It was just that I had an awful track record when I cared about people. And I absolutely cared about Chuck. I cared more with each passing moment that I spent around him. Even now, sitting out here on the beach without him, just thinking about him made me feel like he was digging even deeper inside of me, nestling behind my ribcage.
And even though it was nice having this time to myself, I suddenly wished he was sitting next to me right now. I wished this beach was empty. I wished I could wrap us both up in my towel and make love to him.
It was mind boggling just how much the both of us still couldn’t get enough when it came to sex. Neither of us had it in us to deny the other. It could be so sensual and slow and romantic, and then at the turn of a hat, we both went in so rough, so dirty.
I rubbed my thighs together a little. I wouldn’t mind having him again right now, actually. Casey had interrupted us this morning.
But I also needed to give Chuck a little space. He was so focused on helping me, he needed a damn break. It wasn’t like I was the only thing in his life, just like he wasn’t the only thing in mine.
Letting out a long breath, I took my hair tie from my wrist and used it to put my hair up into a high bun. I would enjoy this day of peace and solitude, I would try not to let things crowd my mind, and then when I got home, I would call Carina. It had been too long since the two of us had spent time together outside of meeting to discuss this damn Fulcrum case.

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“16 months! Can you believe this shit?”
I huffed and rolled my eyes as Carina and I got out of my BMW. I rounded to the sidewalk where she waited, her face set in anger. “I mean, yeah, I believe it. The guy fucking swims in his money like Scrooge McDuck.”
Carina side-eyed me. But then she shook her head. “This isn’t how it should be. You molest kids, you get tossed in prison for life. The end. People like that shouldn’t be let out into public again!”
“I don’t disagree with you. But people with money and prestige will never get what they deserve. It’s the way our system is built. There’s always someone in the pocket of a guy like that. Judge, cop, lawyer, politician. Many times, it’s all the above.” I shrugged.
“16 months.” She scoffed. “Bullshit. I wanted to jump over my client, throw that shithead defense attorney Meyers out of my way and beat the living daylights out of the fucking guy.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Even though that would’ve been amazing.” “And it isn’t like he doesn’t know what he’s doing is bad. You shouldn’t seen the smirk he had. Piece of shit.”
I looked up at the club as we neared it. Thankfully there was no line outside, which was surprising considering it was a Saturday night. “Well, maybe he’ll get his ass kicked in prison. Child molesters don’t do well in prison.”
Carina raised her eyebrow at me. “That’s a pleasant thought! Thanks for that.”
“It’s what I’m here for.” I snorted and pulled my ID out of my purse, giving it to the bouncer so that she could flash a small light on it. She handed it back and I thanked her, walking inside.
Carina joined me shortly thereafter. “Sure you don’t want to invite FB? I could’ve scrounged up a date and we could’ve made it a double. Been awhile since I’ve had the pleasure of a double date with my best gal.”
I smirked. “It has been awhile. Maybe someday we’ll do that.”
“Should I even call him FB? You guys did go on a date last night. A reeeal onnne,” she taunted, poking my shoulder. I led her to the bar with a laugh, tucking the curl I’d crimped into my hair before Carina showed up at my apartment behind my ear a bit shyly.
“Stop that. It’s just a date.”
“We both know that’s bullshit, BUT!” She held up her hands defensively as I turned to snap at her and deny it. “But we’ll go ahead and pretend it isn’t for now. How was it by the way?”
We arrived at the bar and shoved our way in, waiting for the busy bartender to acknowledge us.
“Good.”
She laughed. “Okay, whatever. That’s all I get? Good?” “It was good!” I repeated, holding a hand out, palm up. What else did she even need?
“Girl. I’ve had a shitastic couple of days here ever since that verdict. Please, give me something to grab onto.”
“Don’t you have fuck buddies for that?”
Carina laughed again. “Touché, Miss Walker. Touché. I just want to know if it, you know, killed the sexiness. You know what I mean. All the great sex, then you go on a date, and it’s like ‘Oh well that was anticlimactic.’ Ya know?”
“That did not happen even slightly.”
“So you had sex, is what you’re saying.”
Did we ever.
I simply nodded.
“And it was still good?”
“Fucking amazing, to be honest. Three fingers of whiskey and a cosmo, please,” I said to the bartender.
“Strike the cosmo,” Carina spoke up. “Two shots of tequila.” The bartender nodded and moved off. I gave her a look. “I had a bad day, don’t judge me.”
I laughed and held my hands up in surrender. “I’m not. You just always get a cosmo.”
“I’m not usually in a strop like this.” She shook her head. “Well, you’re not going to pull back into your shell and let the guy dangle now that you’ve had a good first date, right?”
That earned her a glare and she shrugged at me.
“I know how you operate, gorgeous.”
“You also know I’m trying to fix things.”
She put a hand on my back and gave me a sisterly side hug. “I know you are. Straight talk. I’m proud of you. Also, in case you don’t already know this, and I think you do…I’m here for you.”
I gave her a genuine smile, without even a hint of the smirk I usually reserved for my best friend. “Thanks, Car.”
“F’course. Now let’s dance.”
“Our drinks, Carina.”
She sidled back up to the bar. “Oh, right. Drink first, then we dance.”
And that was exactly what we did. I threw back my three fingers of whiskey, Carina downed her two shots, and we headed out to the dance floor together. One thing I could count on with Carina…even if I could tell she was interested in someone nearby while we danced, she never peeled away from me.
That would have left me awkwardly exposed to some random guy I didn’t invite. We had an unspoken rule about staying together when we went out, to make sure we weren’t preyed on. O’Bannon and Ruiz liked to semi-mock me when I talked about Carina and I taking precautions when we went out together. Like we were overreacting.
But we weren’t.
After all, I met Chuck because he’d rescued me from a situation that could’ve gotten ugly pretty quick if he hadn’t been there. Granted, I’d sort of forced him to rescue me. But he’d finished the job valiantly.
Strange to think how far we’d come since then.
I lost myself in the music, let the beat get beneath my skin, my heart matching the bass I could feel under my feet, even with my heels on. I enjoyed myself, laughing whenever Carina did something like stick her tongue out at me or do that stupid fishing pole reel-me-in dance move. I refused to play it with her, so she did it to some other girl nearby who’d been game.
We moved to another bar eventually, someplace a bit more chill, and had another drink before I cut myself off, prepared to drive us home at some point.
And by the end of the night, I felt energized and … happy. I felt legitimately happy. Sure, there was a lot of shit I had to deal with, some madman hacker out there who had it out for me, and emotional hang-ups I was still trying to get past. But those were all far from my mind as I drove Carina and I back to my apartment.
This weekend had so far been everything I needed.
I was beaming, laughing at some bawdy analogy Carina had just made as I pulled into my usual parking spot in front of my building.
“Want to come up for some coffee?” I asked her. It was after midnight, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going into the office tomorrow. What did I care if the caffeine kept me up? “Maybe a nightcap?”
“Uh, no more alcohol if I want to make it home in one piece.”
We walked up the stairs in the building a minute later, climbing towards my floor. “You know, you can sleep on my couch if you don’t think you’re sober enough to drive. Actually I’d prefer it.”
“Nah, I’m sober. I just wanna stay that way.”
I chuckled as we finally reached my floor. I opened the door to let her into the hallway first and watched as she looked down the hall and raised an eyebrow. She turned back to face me. “There’s a tall piece of art walking down the hallway in front of us. Just turned the corner. Let’s follow him.”
I snorted. “Or you can stay in his place tonight if you’d rather.” Carina took my hand and pulled me after her as I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. I wasn’t aware of a tall piece of art who lived in my building, let alone on my floor. But I went with Carina anyways.
We turned the corner and I almost laughed.
Chuck halted at my door and lifted a fist to knock. And as if I wasn’t already totally enamored with him, he felt the need to smooth his hand over his clothes and pat the curls on his hair down in an attempt to make himself look good for me.
It was probably the sweetest thing I could remember seeing anyone do for me.
Mostly because he had no idea I was walking towards him, witnessing his pulling and primping.
“Sarah, why’s he at your—? Oh. Oh, shit!”
Chuck spun to see us approaching as everything clicked for the woman practically prancing next to me, holding onto my arm and shaking my shoulder a little.
“Uh…”
“You’re FB!! Holy actual shit!”
“Carina!” I hissed. It was after midnight, after all, and I didn’t want my neighbors to wake up and experience Carina meeting the man she’d called FB, short for “Fuck Buddy”, for the last six months.
“Right?” she asked, thankfully lowering her voice as we stopped in front of him. He looked a little startled.
“Sorry. I…I called. Left a text, too. Er…I mean, sent a text. Sorry. Sorry, I-I’m Chuck. FB? What’s…?” His hand came out towards Carina, as if politeness was an automatic response for him.
“Short for fuck buddy,” Carina explained without qualm. She took his hand, sliding her gaze down him appraisingly. “I did not picture you as this delicious. I have to admit. He’s like…lanky with a side of broad shoulders. Did you swim in college?”
God, poor Chuck. He went practically purple.
“You’re Carina,” he said, impressively keeping himself from stuttering. “I mean, obviously. She just called you Carina. And I didn’t swim, no.”
Carina let out a short hum of amusement. “He’s observant.”
“Can we do this inside?” I asked.
Chuck pulled his hand out of Carina’s and stepped aside so that I could open my door. “I’m sorry I just showed up. I shouldn’t have done that without getting the go ahead from you.”
“No need to apologize, Chuck. It’s okay,” I said, unlocking my door and pushing it open.
My best friend swept in and turned towards us, walking backwards and flicking the light on. “Yeah, Chuck. Don’t worry about it. Shall I put the pot on?” she asked. I hadn’t meant to make whatever face it was that made Carina laugh and hold up her hands in surrender. “I was teasing, Sar. Don’t worry, I’m going home now that I see you’re all safe and sound.”
She swept her gaze over Chuck again. “You’ve got a strapping man to protect you now. FB…Sorry. Chuck,” she corrected. “It was nice to meet you. Finally.”
Chuck blinked, obviously a little overwhelmed by this whole situation. “Y-You don’t have to leave on my account. By all means, stay. I can go.”
I grabbed his wrist tightly. “Don’t go.”
Carina looked like she wished she had a bag of popcorn she was enjoying this so much.
“Yeah, Chuck. Don’t go. Stay. Sarah, wanna walk me to my car? Buddy system.”
“Of course,” I said, sending Chuck a quick look that I hoped reassured him into staying. I wanted him to be here when I got back. “Uh…” I supposed the polite thing to do was to officially introduce them. “By the way, Chuck…my best friend Carina. Carina…Chuck.” I didn’t know what to call him. He wasn’t just my fuck buddy anymore. And honestly, was he ever? There’d always been something more there.
“Lovely to meet you, Chuck. I’ve heard…so much.”
God damn it, Carina. I shut my eyes and sighed.
“Uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. Really glad to finally meet you in person,” he said, and he took her hand again, this time much more resolute about it.
“Nice strong handshake. Big hands. Sar—”
“Okay, we’re going. I mean, I’m—” I cleared my throat, grabbing Carina by her shoulders and forcing her back towards the door. “I’ll walk you out, Carina. Buddy system.”
“Buddy system,” she chuckled, fully aware of what she was doing, and outwardly acknowledging just how hilarious this all was to her. “Hope to see you again soon!”
“Uh, yeah! Drive safe!”
“Aw thanks, Chuckie!
I spun to look at him over my shoulder. “I’ll be right back. Don’t—Don’t move.”
He shook his head and pointed to the ground.
And then Carina and I were in the hallway, a shut door between us and that man inside of my apartment. “Really, Carina? Did you have to make your first introduction to Chuck that uncomfortable?” I whispered through my teeth.
“Oh, come on. Did you see the look on his face once he lost the saucer-eyes?” she asked, flinging an arm over my shoulder as we turned the corner towards the stairs. “He was totally amused. I think he likes me.”
I snorted.
“But more importantly, I think I like him. You nabbed a cute one, Detective.”
I smirked. “He is cute. Are you surprised?”
She shrugged and pulled back again, opening the door to the staircase. “No, it isn’t really that. I knew he’d be attractive. But it’s the way he’s attractive that’s so interesting.”
“The way he’s attractive?” I asked, not sure what she was getting at.
“He isn’t like my fuck buddies. All ripped and GQ model. Granted, that’s just my style. I like to know where a man’s muscle is. I like knowing what to expect. But Chuck seems like—Well, I’m not sure I’d know what to expect with him. Unpredictable. That seems like…not your type. At all.”
“I don’t have a type.”
“Not really, no. But you also hate surprises. And that man up there is absolutely a surprise. It’s written all over him. Trust me, I’m a lawyer. I read people.”
She was right, but I didn’t admit it out loud. Chuck was a surprise. In a lot of ways. And I loved that about him. It was totally unlike me. And maybe that was why I tried to resist it so hard for so long.
“So are you two just gonna sit on your couch and chat?” she asked, a mischievous sparkle in her eye as we reached the ground floor and walked towards the door that led out to the sidewalk.
“Ha. Ha.”
“Is that a no?”
We got to her car and she turned to lean back against the driver’s side door, crossing her arms. The mischief was gone for a moment. No smirk. Just the sincere Carina I sometimes got a glimpse of. The one that had protected me for so many years and accepted me into her family too many times to count.
“Listen. Sarah. I only saw the guy for less than a minute. But he seems like the type of guy who might maybe be pretty close to deserving my girl. Maybe. Pretty close.” She knuckled my shoulder gently. “I like him. Already. I’m a lawyer. I read people,” she repeated with a wink. “He’s good people.”
I let out a long breath. “I know he is.”
“Let him in.”
She grabbed my arm as my eyes widened, about to tell her to get in her damn car and go home. This was not the conversation I came outside to have. “Hey. Don’t you dare shut down on me right now. I’m serious. You think everyone is gonna leave you all the time, but you always forget the one example of someone who’s stuck around.”
Carina poked her sternum hard with her thumb a few times. “Me. It isn’t exactly a stretch to imagine you finding someone else who’ll do the same.”
Well. Well, I…
Crap.
She was right.
So I just nodded. “I’m trying.”
“Good girl.” She moved in to hug me, kissing my cheek. And then she pulled back and opened her door as I stepped out of the way. Before she swung herself into the car, she looked at me over her shoulder. “I had every intention of giving that guy the night of his life, and I’m obviously not doing it now since he is who he is. So I fully expect you to take up that mantle.”
I was still shaking my head as I walked away from her car, waving over my shoulder as she peeled off.
It took another minute for me to get back up to my apartment, and when I did, I found Chuck hadn’t moved very far from where I’d left him.
“I, uh, didn’t mean you literally couldn’t move from that spot.”
He looked down at his feet, then back up at me again. “I ruined your night with Carina showing up like this without calling. I mean, I did call. But I should’ve waited for you to say I could. I didn’t think about it. I just kind of showed up. I’m sorry. This is probably exactly what you didn’t want when we talked about this. Me showing up out of the blue at your place—”
I shut the door and smiled reassuringly at him, closing the distance between us and cupping his face. “Take a breath, Chuck.” He did and it was incredibly endearing. “You didn’t ruin my night with Carina. It was already over. And for the record, I can’t think of anything that your presence might ruin. In other words, Chuck, you’re always welcome here.”
Chuck smiled a little, but still had a look of worry and unsureness about him. “You probably weren’t ready for me to meet the people in your life, though. You know, because we’re—we’re different than a regular … erm … couple. And this—”
I interrupted him quickly. “Chuck, I met your sister.”
“In the worst possible way. Yes. That was…” He cleared his throat. “Unplanned.”
“Very,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “So it’s only fair you meet someone who’s important to me. I was gonna introduce you two at some point.”
Now he was really smiling, warmth spilling over his face as he put his hands on my hips. “Really?”
I pulled my chin back and gave him a look. “I don’t mean to make you feel less special, Chuck, but Carina’s known about you since the beginning. Obviously I never gave her details…” At least, not as many as she wanted. “…But she knew.”
He nodded, the smile still in place, and then he pulled me close. “So, I hate to ask, but I’m gonna anyway…” He narrowed his eyes in a bit of a wince. “Does this count as a step forward in our, uh…this?”
There was nothing I could do to stop the blush that appeared on my cheeks. And I resisted against my immediate feeling of resistance. “Yes. I think it does,” I said, feeling a little proud of myself for being able to say it.
Chuck’s lips were on mine before I could even react to the look on his face at my admission. His arms so tight around my torso, pulling me in flush against his body. His mouth dragged down my jaw then and he nibbled on my neck, before pulling back and looking into my face. He pressed his forehead to mine and we stood there like that for a few moments, just reveling in each other. “I really am sorry for showing up unannounced. I just wanted to see you.”
I shook my head, stroking a hand down his face. “This has been such a good day. A much needed day for me.” Then I slid my fingers down his front and tugged at the button of his jeans, popping it open and unzipping his pants. “I’m really glad you’re here to finish it off for me.”
“Am I your cherry on top of the sundae?” he flirted, pushing his groin into my hand as I shoved it down his pants to cup him.
“It’s Saturday, Chuck.”
He threw his head back with a laugh. “Oh, that was me-level terrible.”
“Are you proud of me?” I gave him my most adorable closed-mouth smile and shrugged one shoulder.
“Not sure I’ve ever felt such an overwhelming amount of pride. Really.” I squeezed his cock over his boxers and his hips jerked as he grunted.
“So…” I breathed, pulling my hand out of his pants. “What did you come over here for at this late hour?” I was pretty sure I knew, and I raised my eyebrow flirtatiously to let him know that I knew.
He got the message and gave me a crooked, slightly self-deprecating smile. “Just wanted to see how your day was.”
“S’that so?” I almost laughed, biting my cheek.
“I got this weird, like, sixth sense as I was sitting at home playing video games…I felt like you needed me here. And I rushed over…you know, to be here. For when you needed me.” His smile turned into a smirk. We both knew he was talking out of his ass.
And he was amusing me.
“Are all men’s sixth senses in their cocks?”
He laughed. “Wow. Got right to the point, didn’t you?” Chuck shook his head and leaned in to kiss me. “I shouldn’t be doing this showing up whenever I feel like it thing, I know, but I had a really long day and I just…need you.”
Nobody had ever come right out and said something so sincere and plain and honest like this before—not to me. And how easily he’d said it, too. It was flattering, yes. But it also made me feel like something inside of me was flicked on. Some light in the center of my chest.
I’d never been wanted by anyone the way I was wanted by Chuck Bartowski. I’d never been needed the way he needed me.
And I was starting to see that meant something. What, I couldn’t tell for certain. But I knew I needed to pay attention to it instead of brushing it aside like I’d been doing. I had to get myself out of this dangerous spiral I’d been in ever since I was a teenager. And maybe it was bad that it took someone else to do it. But at least I wanted out this time. I wanted to do this.
I was pushing myself, and nobody else had anything to do with it. Which I thought was exactly the way it was supposed to be. Right? This whole healing thing?
And I was needed. I could see in his face, in the way he said it, his voice so gentle and filled with meaning, that he was talking about need in both senses. With his evident erection under his pants, it was apparent that he needed me physically. And I had every intention of giving him more than he needed. But he also needed me in a deeper sense.
God, I really needed him. I would be too fucked up to even function in society if I didn’t admit that I needed more than just what he did for me physically. As incredibly delicious as that part of our relationship was, there’d been more to this than sex from the very beginning. I needed that look on his face he got when I complimented him—the way he tried not to look too pleased but failed anyway because he wore his heart on his sleeve most of the time. I needed the way I felt when I saw his name on my phone. I needed the stupid texts he sent me with poop emojis and the nerd smiley face, his attempts at flirting so God awful but effective anyways because he was so damn charming. I needed the sound of his laugh when I said something he thought was funny.
I needed his support.
That was what I needed the most.
Because he was so good at it.
He was good at something else, too, and I really needed to get my head on straight now so that I could handle these needs of his.
“Well,” I said, biting my lip. “You have perfect timing. You’ve got no idea how glad I was to see you standing at my door. Exactly what I needed tonight.”
Chuck pressed his lips to my cheek, then pulled back a little, his brow furrowed. “Did you have a long day, too?”
I shook my head. “No. It was actually a really, really good one. You’re exactly the way I wanted it to end, though.” I just didn’t realize that until I saw him standing there. The excitement I’d felt when we turned the corner had been all throughout my body and not just between my legs.
Chuck smiled and dragged his hands down the skirt of my tight dress, just barely tucking his fingers underneath the hem, clutching my bare legs in a way that made me whimper. “I’m glad I could help make your Saturday that much better.”
We kissed hotly, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close. Then I realized a little belatedly, because I was selfish and thoughtless like that, what he said before. And I pulled back, just enough to catch my breath again. “Wait, you said you had a really long day. Do you need to talk about it? We can talk about it if you want to. You can talk to me.”
Chuck pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled a little, his eyes both soft and heated as he looked at me for a long moment. “I’d like that. But first…” His lips brushed delicately against mine, and ridiculously, that was what turned me on, more than his hands on my upper thighs even. “…I want to make you scream my name so loud we wake up your neighbor.”
“Who, Rita?” I giggled.
“Yep!”
My giggle turned into a squeal as he hoisted me into his arms and carried me across to the couch.
He half dropped me onto the cushions and I looked up at him, feeling a little crazy I was so giddy watching him sweep his shirt off over his head. His wasn’t the most defined chest and torso I’d ever seen, but it was still so sexy. Rippled with muscle, and…strange, that…I’d just noticed for the first time that he’d gotten much more definition in the last six months than when we first had sex.
As he pushed his jeans down his legs, I blinked.
“Have you been working out?” I asked, a little breathless.
His cheeks turned pink as he looked up at me from where he was leaning over to tug his shoes, socks, and pants off. He had been working out. He was blushing. I couldn’t stop the grin if I tried.
And he blushed even more. “Don’t grin at me like that. Captain Awesome’s got these workouts he does and I thought I’d try it in my free time.”
“Do you run?” I teased. “Have you been improving your endurance, Mr. Bartowski?”
“Maybe if you shut up for a second, I can show you just how much I have improved my endurance.”
I gasped, a glint in my eye. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”
“I think I did. Are you gonna?”
“Wow. Someone’s feisty tonight,” I teased again, grabbing the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my legs, carefully peeling them past my heels and dropping them. “For the record, I’m just a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t notice before. You look really good.”
“Hey, you’re reaping all of the benefits of me working out, without having to do any of the work.”
“Trust me, I’m not upset about it,” I said, unzipping the side zipper of my dress and lifting it up my torso, over my head, tossing it away.
Chuck’s face melted as he looked at me, his eyes slowly dragging from the heels I still wore up my long, toned legs, hunger in him as he moved over my sex and up my torso to my strapless bra I was still wearing. That and my heels were all I had left. And I wasn’t taking those off unless he wanted me to. There was something sexy about fucking a man while wearing my heels. Maybe because wearing heels made me feel sexy. Or maybe it was a power thing. I didn’t know. But mostly, I knew he loved when I wore heels during sex. Maybe he just liked the feeling of them against his ass or the small of his back as he buried himself inside of me. I didn’t know. But I was going to go with it.
I reached behind my back to unclasp the bra, pulling it away from my breasts and dropping it on top of my panties.
“Oh, God, I needed this so bad all day,” he breathed, pushing his boxers down.
I licked my lips at the sight of his hard cock pointing right at me.
He reached down to gently guide me to lie long ways across the couch and he crawled over me, his body so strong and hot as he draped it over mine.
And just like that, I felt him enter me, one hand holding onto the couch arm under my head, the other pulling my leg up so that it was curled around his waist. I shivered at the sensation, letting out a long breath. “God, you feel good,” I whispered.
He began to make love to me, slowly, wonderfully. His hips gyrating between my thighs, his chest dragging over mine. And he moved the hand that wasn’t holding onto the couch’s arm to cup my face so tenderly, kissing me as he thrusted into me.
I let my body melt into the couch under me, wrapping both of my legs around his hips, whimpering into his kiss. I held him close, my arms around his shoulders, my hands digging into the muscles of his back. This wasn’t frenzied or rushed, there was nothing desperate about it, for as much as we both needed this.
Chuck was taking his time, truly making love to my body—more than that, making love to me. No man had ever made love to me. Not even Bryce, who I’d been with for long enough for those three words to become a thing that we said to each other when we were on the phone or leaving the station in D.C. Still, that hadn’t been real love, had it? I didn’t know. Maybe it had been, but it had died.
Either way, I’d never had someone make love to me like this. The way Chuck was holding me like he would protect me with his whole life. I pulled out of the kiss a little and opened my eyes, gently cupping his face with just my fingertips. He kept his eyes shut, pushing his forehead into mine, and I just watched him for a long moment, watching the look on his face.
I hadn’t expected it to make me feel this emotional, but he was just so passionate. His brow was furrowed, his lips a little pursed as he gasped with each thrust, and even though I couldn’t see those expressive brown eyes I liked so much, it still felt like I could see him. The way he felt. And not just physically, but…God, the emotion in him. Like he was in awe that he was here, even after everything we’d been through together. Like this was a blessing or something, a gift. Like I was…special.
Lying underneath him, feeling him inside of me, seeing that look on his face, I had to squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together tightly to keep from letting the tears escape.
He treated me like I was special. And it was all so honest, so sincere.
Chuck was such a gift. One I knew I’d never deserve.
But I wanted so bad to try.
I tilted my chin to kiss his lips, just a peck, and then I dotted them over his face, successfully fighting away the bout of tears that threatened, letting him know in a way that didn’t require words that this was so important to me, that I’d never forget this moment no matter what happened.
After six months, and the constant sex we’d had, we’d learned one another’s cues, sexual habits. We knew each other’s body language, what different pitches of whimpers and sighs meant.
And I could tell by the way his breathing became quicker, his thrusts a little deeper, that he was trying to resist speeding things up and hardening his thrusts. I knew he wanted more. Needed more.
“It’s okay, Chuck,” I panted. “Hnng. Ohh yesss,” I hissed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his thrust made his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of me. “Take what you need from me, Chuck. Take whatever you need!” I finished with a breathless whimper.
He groaned and slung his arm under my knee, bending my leg back and really going in hard, our bodies jerking with the impact of our groins meeting. “Oh!” he breathed. “I needed this so bad!”
“Take me!” I panted. “Take me hard, baby! Oh yes!”
His thrusts were so hard they started scooting me up the arm of the couch, and I had to slap my hand down on the cushion to try to hold myself in place, or else I’d get fucked right onto the floor.
I could handle fucking on the floor. That wasn’t a problem. I just didn’t want to fall there. Or get burns from the rug I had under the couch and coffee table.
It didn’t take long for him to make me come, and I grappled at his back and shoulders, my body shaking under his.
Chuck groaned into me shoulder and thrusted a little softer. “Oh Sarah! I love the way you squeeze my cock when you come.”
I let out a half-moan, half-chuckle, still clinging to him, still riding out the waves of my orgasm, loving that he was still going.
But then he pushed himself up and pulled out of me. I gaped in confusion as he crawled onto his knees above me, but I quickly understood as he wedged himself between me and the couch back, turning us both so that we were spooning.
I shifted to be half on my side, half leaning back against his chest, and Chuck grabbed my leg, lifting it up and holding it there as he scooted close. I felt the wet tip of his dick tease my hole, his hand that wasn’t holding my leg snaking under my hip to press against my clit, and he swept his thick cock into me from behind.
“Shhhhit!” I gasped. This was a different angle I hadn’t felt yet, with how he was coming in at a particular sideways tilt, and I felt his cock hit right against my g-spot, dragging along my inner wall the whole God damn way. “Oh my God! Yes, Chuck!”
He started thrusting fast and hard into me, his groin smacking against my ass, his hand still holding my leg up and out of the way. I couldn’t control the sounds I made as I turned to press my face against the couch cushion and dug my fingers into it. “Holy shit! Oh oh! Nnnggg!!”
Chuck pressed his lips to my neck and dragged them down to my shoulder, slamming into me, our bodies slapping loudly.
I climaxed fast in this position, and I blinked hard, my body convulsing, letting out a silent scream and clenching my eyes shut.
Suddenly his arms swept around my body and he yanked us both up to sit on the couch. I squeaked in surprise, reaching down to grab his arms, my heart racing at the suddenness of his actions. Especially since I’d been in the midst of an orgasm when he did it.
I was sitting in his lap, facing the TV. He scooted back a little bit and reached forward to spread my legs so that they were outside of his.
I immediately got the hint and braced myself on his knees, bouncing on his cock. His strong hands gripped me by my hips, but he didn’t control me or guide me. He let me set the pace, the strength. So I went fast and hard.
It felt amazing, and with the way he whimpered and sighed behind me, it sounded like he was enjoying it as well. I glanced over my shoulder for a moment out of curiosity while I bounced on him, and saw that he was staring down at my ass. I could feel it jiggle each time I dropped myself on him. And I thought of how much he was probably enjoying that. “Oohhh!” I gasped, throwing my head back, looking at the ceiling. And then I leaned forward again, dropping my head, hunching forward so that I could watch his penis disappear into my folds.
I sat heavily on him and stopped bouncing then, swiveling my hips in a figure 8 to feel him against my inner wall, every inch graced with the touch of his dick. He whimpered and I felt his lips against my shoulder. His fingers swept my hair out of his way and he kissed the back of my neck, sucking down my spine, groaning against my skin.
And then his hands dragged slowly from my hips, all the way down my thighs to my knees, and he spread my legs even further, before starting to buck up against me.
“Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes yes yes yes!”
His right hand moved up to close over my breast, holding onto it tightly, massaging it, flicking my nipple between his fingers.
I braced my heels against the rug and held onto his legs tightly between mine, grinding myself hard into his thrusts. This angle was glorious. All I had to do was arch my ass a little as I gyrated and his cock pressed right up against my g-spot.
A wide, dreamy grin spread over my face as we fucked, and I could hear myself whimpering and humming in pleasure.
It felt so damn good that I kept it up for awhile, until I eventually decided to try for another angle, something different. Something that might feel just as good for him as it felt for me.
I pushed down on one of his thighs to signal for him to stop thrusting up into me. He got the hint, and I moved my legs a little so that I could get off of him. “Scoot back a little,” I said, breathless, missing the sensations of having his thickness between my legs.
He did, and I leant down to take my heels off for fear I might rip my nice new couch. Then I lowered myself back over him, bracing my hands on the cushions next to him as I lifted first one leg and then the other, the heels of my feet digging into the couch as I spread my legs wide.
Chuck helped me, his hands on my waist, holding me up so that I could get in the perfect position.
And then he took his cock and lined it up with my pussy, slapping me a few times with it, getting me ready. I eased myself onto his cock, sliding down its length, sighing in pleasure. His cock dragged gloriously over my front wall. I clenched my ass and squirmed in his lap, letting him feel me squeeze him, and I smiled at the way he groaned, hearing him fall back against the couch with a thump.
I reached behind me and braced my hands on his abdomen, my fingers digging into the valleys of his muscles there. And when I felt I was in the right position, I started to pump his cock with my pussy, with short jerking movements that pulled him inside of me over and over and over.
They were shallow movements, but Chuck was deep, deep inside of me. I knew he loved the positions we tried when he was inside of me to the hilt, surrounded by my wet heat, every inch of his delicious, thick cock being squeezed. I arched my back and kept pushing my hips forward and down, pulling his cock into me, letting it out, pulling it in again.
“Oh my God,” he gasped behind me. “Oh, Sarah…Hnngg!” he whimpered as I made sure to clench my lower half and squeeze him tighter.
“I’m so wet for you,” I panted. “I’m so wet, Chuck.”
“Keep squeezing like that, baby. Oh, fuck I can feel it.” He groaned and I felt his hand on my waist. When I least expected it, his fingers dragged to my front and found my clitoris. He began to roll his fingers over it in rough circles.
My body jerked at the sensation and I cried out.
“This feels so good,” he breathed. But I wondered if what he felt was anything even close to what this was doing to me.
It lasted for quite awhile, and even though this was an uncomfortable position, my thighs aching, my arms sore, I kept going, because this was fucking amazing. I knew by the way Chuck was growling that he was getting a lot out of this, too. Which had been the point.
“I want your cum,” I finally said over my shoulder. “I want your cum inside of me, baby.”
He groaned loudly and flicked my clitoris so that I yelped.
“First I want to make you scream my name. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel, Sarah,” he panted against my shoulder. I whimpered at that. And I thought I could definitely handle Chuck’s smugness if he actually did manage to make me scream his name.
I yelped in surprise then as he rounded my body with his arms and stood up, lifting me with him, his cock still deep inside of me.
He leaned me forward so that I had to grab onto the coffee table to keep from falling, and I moved my legs to set my knees on the edge of the cushion. With Chuck standing between the coffee table and the couch, my body suspended like a bridge between the two, my nerd put one hand on the small of my back and leaned forward with the other clutching my shoulder, pushing me down so that my face was against the table, and he began to fuck me hard.
I let out a strangled whimper and reached up to grab onto the edge of the table over my head, my whole body jerking with how rough and fast his thrusts were.
“Oh shiiit!” I whined. “Ffffuck me! Oh yes!”
What he was doing to me was just…It was wild. It was animalistic. I loved it. I was so caught up in the sensations, the sounds, of him fucking me like this…so much so that I didn’t realize just how much I was at his mercy—my ass in particular.
I felt the sting of his hand slapping my right ass cheek, the loud smack! echoing through my living room. I thrusted myself forward in surprise, stunned by what he’d just done, by how good at it had felt…and I let out a loud, “Ohhh!”
He slapped my other ass cheek a little harder and I yelped.
“Have I been bad?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Chuck jammed his cock into me hard, yanking me back with his hands on my hips, buried as deep as possible inside of me and staying there as he gently rocked up and down to make his cock press against first the back and then the front of my pussy’s inner walls.
“Nnnggg,” I whimpered.
“No,” he panted. And then he spanked me again. “But I love the sound you make when I spank you.” He spanked me yet again, and I let out a desperate mew.
My ass stung from his attentions, but it felt amazing coupled with the way he was bucking against my pussy, his cock shoving into me so hard that I thought I might just unravel completely.
Chuck grabbed me in both hands then, curling his fingers around my waist, and he began to tug me back into his quick, rough thrusts, the quick slapslapslapslapslapslap of his groin meeting my ass adding to my pleasure. I mewed in ecstasy over and over, and as I got closer to orgasm, I began to moan his name.
“Chuck, baby! Oh, Chuck.” I was breathing hard. “I’m coming. I’m coming I’m coming fuck I’m so wet!!!!!”
“Oh yeah!” I heard him grunt behind me.
And I finally came, crying out, though not screaming his name the way he wanted me to. He had to do more than this to get me to do that. He had to damn well earn it.
He rocked into me as I let out a strangled, half-savage moan of satisfaction.
Just when I thought he would pull out, maybe move to another position, try something else until he found his own finish, Chuck surprised me yet again, proving what Carina had said earlier about him being a surprise. She was right. He was the best kind of surprise. And that was saying something if I thought a surprise was good, since I hated them so much.
He slung one arm around my stomach and grabbed my bicep with his other hand, and then he hoisted me up and backwards, my pussy still filled with his hard prick.
“Oh!! Oh God, what are you doing?” I asked, breathless, confused.
Whatever it was, it felt good. My back was held closely to his chest, my ass pressed against his front, his cock inside of me. And I reached my legs back around him to lock my ankles behind his knees.
Chuck’s hand closed over my breast, his arm still holding me up securely, keeping me from sliding down or falling.
He didn’t answer my question with words, instead choosing to show me in actions. Which was a bit of a role reversal, I had to admit. I was usually the actions and no words one in this budding relationship.
Chuck began to bounce himself up against me, lifting my body, dropping it, lifting it, dropping it again. He was essentially tossing me up and catching me again, his cock never leaving my hot, wet folds, but fuck, it felt so amazing. I was stunned by how dirty this felt.
It was more than just bouncing on his cock. He had this intense swinging motion he added to it, so that it felt almost like sticking a dildo on a trampoline and bouncing onto it. I was simply floored.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! My! God!” I got out between bounces, my body on fire. There was nothing I could do about it, though. He was in full control, his body so powerful behind me, his arms surrounding me. I wasn’t even sure this would be all that possible if his dick wasn’t so hard.
“Scream my name, baby.”
I didn’t, grinning, careful to keep my tongue from getting anywhere near my teeth. I didn’t want to have to explain at the ER how I’d bitten my tongue off. “Well, I was having savage, wild stand-up sex and…”
And God, this was savage. Down to the growls and grunts Chuck was making behind me.
“Scream my name,” he ordered into my ear, fucking me so damn hard I wondered if it was possible to just tear in half. God the way he growled it. Like I was in so much trouble if I didn’t.
But I still didn’t. Because I knew him. I knew he wanted to earn that scream. I didn’t fake things with Chuck. I’d never even considered faking with him the way I had with other men. I didn’t have to. He didn’t go looking for that kind of validation the way some of the others had. And it wasn’t necessary, considering how real and earth-shattering my orgasms were whenever this man was anywhere near me, even.
“Scream it,” he said in a voice rough with lust and desperation.
If this was even a fraction of as good for him as it was for me, I understood the tone in his voice. I was desperate, too. I wanted his cum inside of me. That wet heat of his seed. I was fixated on it, obsessed. I needed it. So bad.
“I want your cum,” I whimpered, my voice choppy from the bouncing.
“Not until you scream my name.”
“Please,” I begged, throwing my head back, reaching back to hold onto his forearms since I felt myself slip a little. “Please, give me your cum!”
I felt him shake his head, his face pressed against my cheek.
And again, another surprise. There was no asking, no requesting, no tiptoeing.
Chuck hoisted me up, his biceps bulging deliciously around my torso, in an impressive feat of strength—one I swore in that moment I’d thank Captain Awesome for someday—and he pulled his cock out of my pussy. He moved my legs, unhooking them so that I could stand on the coffee table, and, still pressed with his front to my back, one arm still around my torso, he swiped the fingers of his free hand over my pussy, tucking them inside, getting them wet with my cum.
I heard him sigh behind me and as I looked down I saw that he was stroking his own cock. Covering it in my juices.
Not for the first time tonight, I squealed in surprise as he hoisted me up again. And instead of feeling him slide his hot, thick cock into my vagina, I felt him push into my ass.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my hands reaching out for something, anything.
My feet slipped off of the coffee table as he stepped back and I fell hard onto his cock, so that he was buried to the hilt inside of my ass. “Oh fuck! FUCK!”
I slapped my hands over his arms that were slung tightly around my torso, my fingers digging into his forearms, and I just hung there on him, his cock skewering my ass.
He fucked my ass the same way he had my pussy moments earlier, bucking up against me so that I bounced, coming down hard. “Oh God! Oh God oh God Chuck. Oh God, Chuck! This feels so amazing,” I half-sobbed.
Chuck was almost too much for my ass, especially with this position, how hard he was going in. But he was definitely earning that scream. I could feel it rising in me hand in hand with another debilitatingly hard orgasm.
“Do it, baby,” he panted, tossing me up and down on his cock. “Come on!”
As if this wasn’t enough, I felt his fingers drag down my front and start rolling my clit. I cried out and convulsed, even though I hadn’t come, shutting my eyes tight, coughing out a sob of total ecstasy.
And then Chuck slid his fingers into my folds, burying them deep, pumping in time with me bouncing. I had no idea how he was doing this, his multitasking issues falling away apparently, now that he was really getting into this.
I simply lost myself in him. My nipples hard, my body so tense as he swung me back and forth, bounced me up and down, his cock filling up my ass so good that I was legitimately going mad.
The climax was building. I could feel it. And he came at me even harder, bending his knees more so that I bounced a little higher. Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Fuck!” I squeaked. “Oh fuck my ass. Fuck it!”
He pulled his fingers out and then gave my pussy a gentle but stinging slap. “Oh!” He did it again. “Oh God yes! I’m close, Chuck!”
His fingers slid into my pussy again and he curled them right up into my g-spot. Then he tugged me in close, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass, and he gyrated a few times, pumping his fingers into my g-spot over and over and over.
As he yanked his fingers out, I came.
My voice had been climbing in pitch and octave as he fucked me with his fingers in my pussy and his cock in my ass at the same time, but when my orgasm hit, it reached new heights.
I didn’t even have control over my own voice anymore as a loud, utterly pleasured and desperate scream of his name escaped my lips. “CHUUUUUCCKKK!!!!!” I screamed. “Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Hnnng!!! Nnnngg!” I swallowed thickly, arching myself against him, milking his cock even though I wasn’t sure he’d come. “Nnnggg Chuuuck yeees,” I whined. “Fuck, it’s still happening. Oh fuck!”
It was like two back to back orgasms, the way it rolled through me. Like an immediate aftershock.
“Gimme your cum!” I demanded, only able to whisper. “Please, I want it so bad!”
I clenched my ass and threw myself back and down, and he was distracted enough that he toppled back to land hard on the couch. I squealed as his cock was jammed deep into my ass when we landed. But I was distracted from the discomfort of it by his strangled cry of my name and the feeling of his hot seed spurting into me.
I fell forward and held onto his knees, breathing hard, my chest heaving, sweat practically coming out of every pore. And I swore I’d never known anything so equally intense and delicious as this ever in my life.
“Holy shit, Sarah,” he breathed, still gyrating gently into my ass, his hand stroking over my ass cheeks as if to ease the sting from my earlier spanking. Once he was empty, I sat up and he pulled me back with him, still inside of me, and we both just splayed ourselves out against the back of the couch.
He hugged my back to his chest, his lips against my jaw, then my cheeks. And because it was a little uncomfortable, unlike how it would be if he was in my pussy, I squirmed a little to let him fall out of my ass, sighing in relief, even though I loved him filling me up.
I reached up and stroked his face blindly, still breathing hard, my eyelids fluttering.
“You did it,” I gasped out.
“Mmm…pretty soon your friends from the station will be banging on the door.”
I chuckled. “I didn’t scream that loud.”
He shrugged and I could practically feel the smugness in it, even if I couldn’t see his face. “I dunnoooo. It was pretty looooud.”
That made me chuckle again, humming happily and sinking even further into his hot and admittedly damp with sweat embrace. “God, you’re amazing, Chuck Bartowski.”
“A man’s only as good as his partner when it comes to sex,” he said in an attempt to brush off my compliment with one of his own directed at me.
“Untrue. I happen to think I’m fantastic at sex, and a lot of the men I slept with before you were only subpar.”
“So what you’re saying is I’m the best.”
I snorted. “No fucking contest.”
As I tilted my face back a little, I saw that he was blushing. After fucking me like that, he was blushing at a small compliment? He was practically a wild animal, and then two seconds later, he was the sweetest man alive.
We tipped to the side and just laid there comfortably, Chuck spooning me from behind. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t have to.
If Chuck was the cherry on top of my day, he was the most delicious, satisfying cherry known to man.
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