Falling helplessly episode 24

🔥 FALLING
HELPLESSLY 👠

( For his brother’s friend …. 😇 )
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Written by:- Williams Kendall____✍🏽
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🏈 CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

My heart thudded in my chest as I stared back at my dad. His mask of shock was slowly changing. His neck flushed red and his l-ips were pushed tightly into a line. His narrowed eyes were aimed directly at Archer who still stood next to me. By instinct, I sunk closer into Archer’s side. Partially from nerves and partially to protect him from the death-glare my dad sent his way.

My movement caught my dad’s eye and his gaze flicked to me. His eyes softened slightly but then he shook his head and slipped into the crowd.

Mrs. Johnson and my mom finally came to life from their frozen states and rushed forward. Both had huge smiles on their faces as they attacked us with hugs. I stepped aside to let Archer have a moment of celebration with his tearful mother and over-exuberant sister.

“Really Lotty,” my mom chided as she wrapped me in a hug. “I’ve been trying to slowly peel the bandaid off with your father that you are growing up. But you just ripped it right off.”

“He’s mad at me isn’t he?” I worried.

Mom gave me a thoughtful smile and swiped her thumb across my cheek. “Not mad, I don’t think. He’s just not good with change. Especially when it comes to you. Now Oliver on the other hand—”

The mention of my brother made the blood drop from my face. I searched the cheerful crowd for him, frantic to apologize. I found him a few yards away standing with some of Archer’s teammates. He hugged James and congratulated him while patting his back. James was still wearing his same bright smile as usual while he shouted over the crowd into Oliver’s ear.

I slowly made my way over and tugged on Ollie’s shirt. “Hey big brother,” I said softly as he turned to look down at me.

“How long.” Oliver’s face was flat. It was so different than his normally over-dramatic emotions.

“We’ve only been dating since New Years,” I rushed out. “And we were going to tell you right away but then everything happened with his dad and then we had to go back to school—”

“You guys are actually dating?” Oliver interrupted. I nodded weakly, unsure of his reaction. “Are you just assuming or did Archer actually put a label on it?” His voice was hærd and determined. I didn’t understand what he was getting at.

“Yes,”-I scrunched my eyebrows-“He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.”

Oliver let out a whoosh of air from his cheeks. His eyes flitted around as though he were doing math in his head. “This is a lot Charlotte.” I tried not to take it personally that he used my full name, but it stung. “It was already weird when you guys became friends. Now you’re dating? He’s been my best friend since I was five.”

Oliver’s dejected voice broke my heart. He wasn’t getting angry at me, he just seemed confused and sad. “I’m so sorry,” I pleaded. “What do I do? Tell me Ollie how do I make this better?”

I wanted to ask Oliver what he meant by that. I wanted to push him to forgive me and go back to normal. But I’d been selfish in how I handled my relationsh¡p with Archer, and I needed to give Ollie space. I gave him a quick hug around the stomach that he didn’t return and I walked away.

The crowd was still riled up from our win and I had to snake my way through the jumping fans as I looked for my dad. I saw him standing on the sidelines with my mother. Mom was speed-talking as she waved her hands around dramatically. Dad stood at his full height with his shoulder’s set back as he listened, shaking his head occasionally and rolling his eyes.

“Dad,” I said as I approached them. His head snapped in my direction and he grimaced. I am really on a roll with the men in my family today.

“Good luck,” my mom whispered as she snuck past me, leaving the two of us alone.

“I don’t like it,” Dad said firmly. “I don’t think you’ve thought this through.”

“I really care about him, Dad.” My face melted into a puppy-dog face. The rounded eyes and wobbly lip usually softened my father.

“Do you have any idea what kind of guy he is? God. The stories Bryan has told me.” My dad shook his head and raised his eyes to the sky.

“Why would you believe anything Archer’s dad says about him? You saw him at New Years he’s disgusting.” I tried to remain respectful to my father but my voice was raised in frustration.

“Bryan was wrong for that and your mom and I have completely cut him out. But he is still Archer’s father and he knows more about him than we do. Did you know Archer almost failed out of school? He probably would have if they hadn’t wanted to keep their football star. And he gets into fights all the time! New Years was just the tipping point. He can’t control his anger, Charlotte.”

“Well from what I’ve heard you weren’t much different!” I snapped.

My dad’s eyes w¡dened at my outburst then he let out a resigned sigh. “He’s already changing you.” He shook his head. “You would never have been disrespectful to me before.”

Shame and defiance battled for dominance in my heart. I didn’t like disappointing my dad, and I definitely never wanted to disrespect him. But He was being unfair to Archer and I felt protective of his character. Archer wasn’t the person my dad was describing. He may not be perfect, but he was good.

“I can tell you’re disappointed in me Dad,” I sighed. “I’m so sorry for lying to you, but I’m not sorry for being with Archer. And honestly? I’m a little disappointed too. I never thought you’d be this judgemental. Especially to someone you’ve known for so long.”

I walked away after that. It didn’t feel like there was anything left to be said. My droopy mood was a stark contrast to the excited fans and players swarming the field. I jumped when long arms wrapped around my wa-ist and pulled me back.

“Well, that was pretty pain-free hey?” Archer laughed in my ear.

“Pain-free?” I repeated in shock.

“Yeah I mean I talked to Ollie and he seems cool? What about your dad I haven’t seen him. But at least everyone knows now.” As if to demonstrate that we were no longer a secret he bent his neck to k-ss my cheek.

“You talked to Ollie?” I asked as I leant my head back against his chest.

“Yeah, he said he already talked to you. We shook hands it seems all good.”

My heart squeezed at Archer’s words. Oliver hadn’t seemed fine with me. Why would he forgive Archer so fast but not me? I hated the jealousy that nagged in the back of my mind. I was Ollie’s sister. We’d almost never fought before. Why had he been so cold towards me but with Archer it was all handshakes and bro-hugs.

“So how was your dad?” Archer asked. Any negative thoughts I’d had towards him fled away as I turned to look at his face. He was so happy, so care-free for once. Today was supposed to be a celebration and I couldn’t let my family drama ruin that for him.

“He was… well, he’ll get used to it,” I said with a small smile.

Archer pressed his l-ips to my forehead as he squeezed me tightly. “See? Everything is good now.” Gosh, how I wished he was right.

A few hours later, I was tucked under Archer’s arm at the after-party. Music boomed out of the speakers and vibrated my bones as I hid from the large crowd. The sea of people dressed in yellow and red was overwhelming. Especially when they all wanted to come to congratulate Archer. It was a true testament to how happy Archer was that he tolerated them. Sure, he didn’t really talk to any of them. But he smiled as they yelled their praise and he didn’t say anything snarky—so I considered that a win.

There had been no more drama at the field as my parents had left quickly after our talk. Oliver stayed for the party but so far we hadn’t been alone together. I couldn’t help but feel like that was intentional on his part.

Every time I saw Oliver he was laughing and drinking with the football team. But the second I got close to him his mood would shift and he’d get quiet. Then suddenly there’d be some reason he had to walk away without talking to me. It stung even more when I watched him hug Archer like there were no issues between them.

Archer could tell I wasn’t feeling my best. He kept rubbing my back and asking me if I was okay. It just made me feel worse though that I s-cked at hiding my emotions. I told him over and over again that I was fine but he could tell I was lying.

“Hey bro? I think Oliver needs a nap, he’s pretty out of it.” Tyler laughed as he approached Archer and I. Concern furrowed my brows as I searched the room for my brother. “He’s on the back porch,” Tyler added.

“Sweetheart, maybe you should stay here,” Archer yelled in my ear.

“Not a chance.” I raised my brows waiting to see if he was going to be hærd-headed or not. Archer let out a sigh of resignation and my l-ips quirked. I stuck my finger through the belt loop of his jeans so we wouldn’t get separated and took off towards the back porch.

“Oliver?” I asked frantically when I saw the state he was in.

My brother was crumpled on the ground with a bottle of tequila in his hand. He appeared as though he’d just fallen down and decided to stay there as he laughed at god-knows-what.

“I’m sorry man,” James grimaced from his place next to Oliver. “I tried to get him to slow down.”

“Hey! Arch is here!” Oliver slurred as he swung his head in our direction. My hand found Archer’s for comfort as I moved towards Oliver. It really scared me to see my brother like this. He was barely coherent and didn’t seem to have a clue what was happening around him. Deep red stained his face and his eyes were unfocused and glazed.

“Ollie…” I said softly as I knelt in front of him.

“Not you,” Oliver gro-ned and dropped his head back. “Go away Charlotte.”

I stumbled back as though he had slapped me. Archer’s large hands grabbed under my arms and pulled me back up. “What the f-ck Ollie. Don’t talk to her like that,” Archer snapped as he set me back on my feet.

“Oh great. Yeah just start f-cking taking her side then.” Oliver shouted. He tried to stand up but stumbled and sunk back to the ground.

“Oliver I am so sorry… If you just told me why you’re upset then I could fix it.”

“Because you get everything you want!” Oliver’s face twisted into an ugly scowl. Tears burned my eyes he continued. “You get everything Charlotte. It’s all so easy for you! You want something? It’s yours! Mom and Dad gave you everything growing up, you never had to work for anything. And now! Now you even get my best f-cking friend.”

The world around me shattered. For my entire life, one constant had always been my brother’s love. I could never count on anything wh0le-heartedly—but that, I knew I had. The rug was ripped out from under me as my breathing became ragged. I avoided the eyes of James and Archer, knowing that they’d be looking at me with pity. Pity for the girl who just found out her brother resented her.

I spun on my heels and ran around the side of the house. I squished through party-goers until I got to the street and headed in the direction of my dorm building. The cold night air prickled my skin as I rubbed my hands along my arms for warmth. My feet carried me quickly home while my mind raced a mile-a-minute.

What was I going to do? Oliver hated me. Not Archer. Me. Because I had taken something from him, apparently many things.

“Sweetheart, wait!” Archer called to me just as I was unlocking my door. I walked into my dorm, giving Madeline a quick wave then stormed into my room, slamming the door.

My door flew open not even a second later as Archer charged through. “Why did you leave Oliver?” I snapped, unable to deal with the overwhelming wave of emotions that hit me when I saw him. “Is he okay?”

“Ollie’s fine. James is looking after him for the night. He gets like that sometimes… when he’s drunk.” Archer hesitated. “I really don’t think he meant it okay? He just gets angry when he’s had too much.”

The tears that I had tried to hold back broke like a dam and poured down my cheeks. “You h-heard him, Archer! He’s felt like this since we were kids. He just never t-told me.” My heart pounded in my chest as I considered everything that had happened today. How had it turned out like this?

“Look everything is fine okay?” Archer stepped towards me to wrap me in a hug but I evaded him. He let his arms fall to his side. “When Oliver sobers up he’s going to regret everything he did tonight.”

“It’s not just Oliver!” I cried. I clasped my hands together to make them stop shaking. “It was my dad too Archer. He hates this. Us.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Archer took a step back and ran his hand through his hair.

“Don’t do that,” Archer growled as he walked to the other side of my small room. “Don’t talk like we are the problem. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Easy for you to say you didn’t just disappoint the two most important men in your life.”

“Yeah I just spent my wh0le damn life disappointing everyone,” Archer snapped back.

I recoiled as anger rolled off of Archer’s shoulders. Everything was spiralling out of control but I didn’t know how to stop it. My dad was mad. Oliver was mad. Now, Archer was mad too. I had done all of this but was lost as to how to fix it.

“Just—please. Please Sweetheart,” Archer softened his voice as he stepped back to me. I closed my eyes as he pushed my hair off my shoulder and car-ssed my collarbone. “I’ll fix this okay? Just don’t talk like you want to end things. I can’t lose you.”

I opened my eyes to see Archer staring down at me. Fear swirled in his eyes as he set his jaw. “I don’t want to lose you either,” I whispered softly. “But I really don’t want to lose my family either.”

Archer pulled me into a tight hug against his chest. This time I let him as I found solace in his warmth. My ear was pressed against his heart as it pounded rapidly. He dropped k-sses into my hair as his large hands brushed softly through my curls and down my back. “I’m going to fix this, I promise,” he said as he dropped his cheek to the top of my head.

Archer paused. “I don’t know yet. But I will.”

He laid down on my bed then pulled me on top of him. His large frame took up most of the mattress when he was on his back so I stayed there, resting my head in the crook of his neck. We didn’t talk anymore as we held each other. Archer ran his hands in circles over my back, occasionally pressing his l-ips to my hair.

My breathing calmed eventually, and my tears dried up. But no matter how long I laid there, my brain never shut off. My feelings for Archer were so intense. When I was a child, I had thought I loved him but I knew now that I hadn’t. What I had felt then was trivial and shallow. I had barely even known who he truly was yet I had dared to label it love.

But what about now?

I knew Archer carried an immense amount of guilt in his heart for how he’d treated his mom. I knew that he felt like he could never repair that relationsh¡p, even though he was already.

I knew Archer refused to acknowledge how deeply he cared for his friends. But whether he called them so or not, they were his brothers.

I knew Archer believed he was a screw-up, that he couldn’t do anything right. But yet he was constantly stepping up to be a leader. People listened to him without a second thought because he projected confidence and a steady mind.

I knew all of this and more about Archer. Each new thing I learned made him more precious and irreplaceable in my heart. Could I call it love now? And if I did, was it then worth losing my family for?

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ARCHER’S POV:

I laid in Charlotte’s bed until seven in the morning, wide awake. I couldn’t sleep knowing how upset she was, so I just held her. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she breathed gently on my neck. She was pulling away. Not physically, but emotionally. I could feel her heart becoming more distant to mine.

I knew if it came down to it, if her family couldn’t find a way to accept us, that she would choose them. Who the f-ck was I compared to her dad and brother? I would never blame her for putting her family first, but it killed me to imagine not having Charlotte in my life anymore.

Guilt flooded my conscience as I remembered Ollie. f-ck, he was my brother and all I had focused on was whether or not I’d lose Charlotte. Oliver’s treatment of Charlotte had really been my fault. I’d gotten so wrapped up in her, I’d let Ollie slip through the cracks.

I slowly rolled on my side, supporting Charlotte’s sleeping body so she’d slide gently onto the mattress. I stood from the bed and took a moment to look down on her. f-ck. I really needed to fix this. I could not lose this girl.

When I got back to the football house James was already awake. He looked as sleep-deprived as I felt with large bags under his eyes and sallow cheeks.

“Long night?” He sighed as I took my jacket off.

“Yep. You too?” I asked.

James nodded as he rubbed his eyes. “Oliver got pretty sick after you left. He’s fine.” He added quickly seeing my face. “But he was puking and shit for a while. I didn’t want him to choke or anything so I stayed up.”

I didn’t know how to thank James, but I was filled with gratitude for him. Once again I’d chosen Charlotte over Oliver, and without James, things could have been really bad. I cleared my throat as I punched him gently in the arm. “Good lookin’ out Bro,” was all I could manage.

James’ face morphed into a quizzical frown for a moment before he chuckled and shook his head. “Thanks, man.”

I went upstairs to take a shower and figure out how to fix the clusterf-ck that had occurred yesterday. I needed to be proactive before Charlotte convinced herself it was easier to just end things with me. I let the hot water clear my mind as a plan began to unfold.

Once I was out of the shower and dressed I headed in search of Oliver. I found him sprawled out on James’ bed, still in his clothes from the night before. There was a bucket on the floor that I already knew I didn’t want to look into. I silently sent another thank you to James for not putting Ollie in my bed.

“Dude!” I rattled Oliver’s arm to wake him up. He muffled a few random words before rolling over and ignoring me. I had a moment of levity as I realized the Avery siblings woke up in very similar ways.

“Come on Ollie! Wake the f-ck up.” I shoved him a little h-rder.

Oliver slowly blinked his eyes open into a scowl. “What the f-ck dude I’m so hungover.”

“We need to talk about Charlotte.” I walked to James’ desk chair and dropped into it.

I watched silently as Oliver sat up in bed. I could see his expression change from confusion to reflection, and then settle on guilt.

“f-ck… I yelled at her didn’t I?” Oliver scrubbed his hand over his face. “I can barely remember.”

‘Yeah, you did. You also basically told her you have resented her for a shit ton of time because she gets everything she wants. Which is bullshit by the way.”

“So the big bad boyfriend came here to yell at me?” Oliver grimaced.

“Actually no.” I shifted forward to rest my elbows on my knees. “I came here to apologize.”

Oliver’s face was almost comical. His eyes w¡dened as his brows shot up and his jaw slackened. Okay, point taken. I don’t apologize often.

“Look dude,” I continued. “I know I f-cked up. Ever since Charlotte came to USC… I don’t know man. She got in my head. It’s like she was this totally different person and it was easy to disconnect from our home life. But I should have come to you about it. And I shouldn’t have made you feel like you weren’t important to me anymore. I feel like shit about it. Especially about not talking to you as much.”

Oliver opened his mouth to speak then clamped it shut again. Finally, he let out a nervous laugh. “Did Archer f-cking Johnson just talk about his feelings?”

I dropped my face into my hand and chuckled. “Your sister is f-cking changing me man. You know the other day I called Tyler a freaking butthead in practice. The guys are never gonna let that go.”

I looked back up to see Oliver watching me thoughtfully. The small smile at the corner of his l-ips made me feel exposed and shifty. “Well… shit,” he said profoundly.

“Okay now that shits over with I am going to be the big bad boyfriend. You made her cry you f-ckface. What was all that shit about anyways?”

“I don’t know,” Oliver sighed. “I’ll apologize to her. I just got… I don’t know! f-ck. I guess I didn’t like feeling like I was losing you.”

“So if I promise that we are always gonna stay close and a bunch of other p-ssy-shit, will you lay off of her? She’s f-cking heartbroken man.”

Oliver threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Awe, there’s the bundle-of-love you normally are. I was getting worried.” I cracked a smile that the old Oliver seemed to be back too. “Fine,” he nodded. “I’ll go to her dorm before I leave town.” Oliver became more serious as he swung his feet to the ground to face me. “Now, I feel obligated to say that if you hurt my sister, or disrespect her at all I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“Dude you can’t beat the shit out of me,” I laughed.

Oliver nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. If you’re going to date her then I need a promise that if you hurt her, you won’t fight back.”

“If I hurt her… f-ck. I’ll give you my truck to run me over with.” I said truthfully.

Four hours later I drove my truck into Bellmere for phase two of this plan. I tapped the steering wheel repetitively as nerves rattled around in,side of me. My skin was prickly and over-sensitive as I mentally ran over my speech.

I pulled up in front of the Avery’s house and sighed. It was now or never. If I wanted to be with Charlotte I had to do this. I got out of my truck and str-de to the front door. I had barely knocked once when it flew open and Mr. Avery stood there glaring at me.

“My office, let’s go.” He demanded.

I kept my face neutral as the alpha-male within me wanted to rebel. This wasn’t the time to lock horns with Charlotte’s father. If I had to bow down then I would.

“So, you’re dating my daughter huh?” Mr. Avery asked as he sat down across from me at his desk. I felt like a f-cking child who got in trouble with the principal.

“I came here to apologize,” I started my speech looking him directly in the eye. “You shouldn’t have found out about Charlotte and I like that.”

“It’s not only that.” Mr. Avery interrupted me. “Don’t get me wrong. Seeing you maul my baby girl in front of a bunch of cameras pissed me off. But I’m sorry Archer I just don’t think you’re good for her. Charlotte is sensitive and naive. You can be aggressive and hærd-headed. I don’t like the idea of you bowling her over.”

I sat back in the chair as I absorbed what Mr. Avery said. I wasn’t good enough. Well, f-ck. I knew that. Every point I had planned on making went out the window. My knee shook up and down as I tried to process my thoughts. My stomach squeezed when I realized that someone I had considered a second-father thought I was a piece of shit too.

“I know I’m not good enough for her,” I said quietly. “But I’m trying to be. You’re right Charlotte is sensitive and yeah maybe even a little naive. But those are things I want to protect, not take advantage of. Charlotte is also strong though. Stronger than you give her credit for. And smart. God, if anyone is the push-over it’s me.”

Mr. Avery sighed and nodded. “I appreciate that and I believe that you mean it. But she’s my daughter Archer. She’s precious to me. I just don’t approve.”

Frustration boiled in,side of me. He wasn’t even giving me a f-cking chance. “So there is nothing I can do to change your mind?” I gritted through my teeth.

His silence was the answer I needed. I rubbed my jaw as I tried to calm myself down, I wasn’t going to show him the person he thought I was. “Well,” I continued. “I came here to apologize regardless. So I am sorry for disrespecting you. I know how close you are to Charlotte and I know your values. I should have manned up and told you sooner. And I’m sorry for what happened after the game too.”

I stood up to leave but stopped at the door. “I just want you to know that I really care about her. I’m pretty sure I would do just about anything to make her smile. That’s why I even came here—to try and fix things so Charlotte could have everything that makes her happy. But right now sir,” I set my jaw and looked him in the eye, “I am not the one hurting her. You are.”

I turned and left before Mr. Avery could respond. I’d said my piece but I knew when I was fighting a losing battle. How could I convince him that I was good enough for Charlotte when even I knew I wasn’t?

As I drove back to USC I was hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion. f-ck. I was going to lose her. I thought I had it all figured out after Oliver chilled out but Mr. Avery had been a wh0le other beast. If anything, I probably made it worse at the end. Maybe I should have worked h-rder? I could have swallowed my pride and grovelled. I was ashamed as tears sprung to my eyes at how royally I had f-cked everything up.

I was defeated when I got home four hours later. I dragged myself up the driveway and in,side with a heavy heart. The house was empty as I moved towards the stairs so I checked my phone for the first time that day. It was a Saturday afternoon, usually, the boys would all be here getting ready for parties or dates.

I sent James a quick text back that I wasn’t in the mood and walked into my room. A breath of air whooshed out of me as I was hit in the gut by a little ball of curls.

“Charlotte?” I coughed as I looked down at the girl clinging to my stomach. The breath was knocked out of me again when she looked up at me. Her face was bright with a wide smile and emotional eyes. She reached up and tugged slightly on my shirt to get me to lean down. I hugged her tightly as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“How did you do it?” She breathed as she pulled her head back to look at me. I was stunned with the adoration that melted the brown in her eyes. I didn’t know what was happening but I was pretty sure I didn’t deserve that.

“Do what?” I hesitated to ask. This could very well be the last time Charlotte treated me like this after I told her about my day.

“I woke up this morning to Oliver apologizing to me! He said he was just drunk and didn’t mean that stuff. And he’s okay with us! He even made a joke about us getting shared custody of you! It’s going to take some getting used to obviously but he’s okay. We’re okay,” she babbled on.

I smiled sadly at my beautiful girl and her false hope. I had been so f-cking close to actually fixing this for her.

“Then! My dad called me!” She continued as my heart stopped beating in my chest. My mouth dried as I scrambled for what to say. But then the confusion hit, why was she happy? “Archer…” Charlotte reached out and stroked her dainty finger along my cheek. “I can’t believe you went and talked to my dad.”

“But—” I started then shook my head. “What did he tell you?”

Charlotte smiled and gave me a quick k-ss before letting go and walking over to the bed. “He said you went and apologized to him and manned up.” She plopped on the bed and crossed her legs under her. “I can’t believe you, Archer! Driving four hours just to talk to him. For me?”

I crossed the room in a daze as I tried to follow what the hell was happening. I sank onto the mattress next to her and rubbed her bare leg. “Well, no shit,” I said then cringed at my tone. Why was it so hærd to be r0mantic? “You’re worth it Sweetheart,” I added in a softer tone. “So uh” I fished, “did your dad tell you anything else?”

“Uhm well, I wouldn’t say he gave us his blessing but he said he would try! Which for my dad is a huge deal. He never folds on anything once he’s made up his mind.”

My mind whirled at Charlotte’s words. Had I been in the same office? Having the same conversation? Maybe Mrs. Avery had talked some sense into him once I left. I took a deep breath as everything shifted into place.

“So, everything’s good?” I asked with a small smile.

“Better than good,” Charlotte laughed as she sat up on her knees to hug me again. I wrapped my arms around her small wa-ist and tugged her onto my lap. She let out a cute little squeak and then settled her knees on either side of my thighs. I tucked my face into the curve of her neck and tightened my arms.

The sweet scent of this perfect girl overwhelmed me as I breathed her in. I could never put my finger on exactly what it was but it always calmed me. It was like a bowl of fresh strawberries, but if each one had been dipped in a little extra sugar and sprinkled with some magical dust that was purely Charlotte.

I ran my hands down the back of her sweater then dropped them to her bare legs. My fingers toyed with the edge of her pyjama shorts. She giggled softly in my ear making me lift my face from her neck with a smile.

“That tickles,” she giggled again as she scooted her ass around on my lap. The movement sent a jolt of electricity to my groin and I s-cked in a breath as my hands shot out to stop her. Her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at my slightly pained face.

“Don’t do that, Sweetheart,” I breathed as I lifted a thumb to smooth out the wrinkles between her brows. A light blush spread across Charlotte’s nose as she looked down and realized what I meant. I grimaced as I felt myself get h-rder underneath of her. I moved to take her off my lap but she clamped her hands down on my shoulders to stop me.

Slowly, she lowered herself further onto my lap as she looked unsurely up at me. I locked my jaw tightly as I felt the heat from between her legs through my jeans. My hands moved on their own accord to her sides as my thumbs ran over her delicate h¡pbones.

“Sweetheart,” I began but stopped short when she rocked her h¡ps on top of me. “f-ck,” I seethed. My reaction seemed to embolden her as she slipped her hands behind my neck and brought our l-ips together.

Any self-control I had drained out of me as she s-cked on my bottom lip. f-ck I loved it when she did that. Charlotte on top of me wanting control was so f-cking hot so I let her take the lead as her plump l-ips m-ssaged my own. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I deepened the k-ss.

My hand went to her curls as I slipped my tongue in her mouth. A shudder ran down my spine as she swirled her h¡ps on my lap. I was rock-hærd at the point, there was no way Charlotte couldn’t feel me pressing against her core. I so badly wanted to unzip my jeans and remove any fabric that separated us. I flexed my pelvis up into her and relished in the mo-n that slipped from the back of her throat.

Our k-ss became frantic as the tension in the air thickened. Our l-ips smashed together, and occasionally our teeth as we fought to keep a pace through the overwhelming need to have each other. Charlotte seemed to have let go of any inhibitions as she ground into me. I gro-ned as my er-ction pushed against my jeans, dying to take her.

I dragged my l-ips along her jaw and flicked her earlobe with my tongue. The little sighs and mews of pleasure that poured out of Charlotte’s sweet mouth only egged me on. She stretched her neck, giving me more access which I took advantage of. I s-cked on the sensitive skin behind her ear as I used my hand to help her h¡ps find a rhythm against my groin. I trailed my k-sses down her neck, s-cking and nipping on her pale skin.

I slipped my hands under the band of her shorts and played with the back of her p-nties. My mind went in a million different dirty directions as the soft lace brushed my fingers. I ran my hands over the globes of her ass and squeezed hærd as I nipped her shoulder.

A gasp from Charlotte made me worried that I’d been too rough. I looked up quickly to apologize but she arched her spine as her head lolled back. I was stunned for a moment at how unbelievable f-cking beautiful she was. Her eyes were closed so her lashes fanned out across her bright red cheeks. Her l-ips were swollen and glistening as they relaxed open. Her dark curls were wild as they fell down her back.

“You like that, Sweetheart?” My voice was deep and gravelly as I stared intensely at her.

She opened her eyes and I could see the hunger swirling in,side of her dilated pupils. “I need more,” she whispered. The unusual husk in her voice made my breath come in heavy as I m-ssaged her ass with my hands. Her eyes fluttered closed again as her teeth tugged at her bottom lip.

“Maybe we should stop,” I gritted out. Every nerve in my body recoiled at the thought but I didn’t want to move too fast with Charlotte.

“No Archer… please,” she sighed, grasping her little fists in my shirt. I licked my l-ips as I tried to think clearly. Charlotte cupped my cheek in her small hand and smiled at me, “I trust you.”

I flipped us over and dropped my h¡ps between her legs as I reclaimed her l-ips. I rubbed against her almost punishingly for how worked up her lap-tease had made me.

Her hands tightened on my shoulders as I pulled back and lifted my body off of her. I chuckled and gave her a quick k-ss to let her know I wasn’t going far. I settled on my side and slipped my arm under Charlotte’s head to hold her. She shuffled to torn on her side as well but I stopped her—keeping her on her back.

I dropped my hand on her stomach and rubbed gentle circles as I moved my hand down and under her sweater. Her soft skin was hot against my palm as she wiggled and tried to sit up to k-ss me again.

“Patience, Sweetheart,” I whispered as I nuzzled my face into her hair. “I let you have control, now it’s my turn.”

I licked my l-ips as Charlotte dropped her head back against my arm and looked up at me with her over-sized eyes. They were filled with heat but I could see some apprehension. “Are you sure?” I asked as my hand paused.

A breathy whimper escaped Charlotte’s l-ips and shot straight to my hærd-on. I locked my body stiffly to stay in control as I waited for her to talk. “Yes, I’m sure,” she rushed when she realized I wasn’t going to move until she spoke.

I brushed my hand down the curve of her stomach and slipped my fingers under the wa-ist of her shorts. My breath quickened as I felt the soft skin of her mound under my hand. My eyes were locked on Charlotte’s face as her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth popped open.

I trailed my fingers down her slit and gro-ned when I felt how w-t she was. Charlotte’s eyes flew open and looked up at me with embarrassment. I dropped my face to hers and pressed a hærd k-ss to her l-ips. “You are so f-cking s-xy,” I mumbled against her mouth. She tried to deepen the k-ss but I pulled back. I couldn’t lose myself in her again, I had to stay in control.

A little pout pulled at Charlotte’s mouth but it disappeared when I slipped my middle finger between her w-t l-ips. The arm that was still under her head tensed as my brain got foggy. I rubbed gently at Charlotte’s core with the palm of my hand until I felt her relax against me.

I used my middle-finger to run Charlotte’s wetness up between her slit leaving a trail of lubrication. I bit my lip hærd as I moved slowly back and forth, never quite reaching her cl+t.

Charlotte’s face was flushed red with heat as she wriggled in my arm. I watched her closely as I finally allowed my finger to brush past her pleasure-point. I was rewarded with the s-xiest image of her as her chest arced up towards me and her eyes rolled back.

I brushed gentle circles around her cl+t as I watched her lose herself. I’d never been more engrossed in anyone else’s pleasure than with Charlotte. Her’s was intoxicating. Heat flushed my neck as I quickened my pace, dipping my finger back to her wetness occasionally for more lubrication.

I could see Charlotte losing control of her body as I continued to rub her core. She flexed her h¡ps upwards and I knew she was close. Her eyes flew open and stared up at me as her breathing became ragged. Every muscle in her body looked tight and tense as I put more pressure on her cl+t.

“Let go, baby,” I gro-ned in a low husky voice that I barely recognized.

I could see the moment Charlotte’s orgasm hit her. Her spine curved up and for a moment she was still, she didn’t even breathe. Then she shattered. I slowed my pace but continued to rub her as she mo-ned and convulsed against me. My arm that was wrapped under her tightened as she road out the pleasure against my chest.

She recovered slowly as her breathing went back to normal. I was mesmerized as I stared down at her small frame pressed against me. Never in my life had I felt so s-xually satisfied and I hadn’t even come.

I chuckled as Charlotte looked up at me with an embarrassed grimace. Gone was the s-x kitten who had initiated all of this—she was my adorable Charlotte again. She tried to hide her face in her hands as I dropped a k-ss on her forehead and laughed softly at her little whine.

God, I could do this forever.

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