Interrupted (The Progress Series) by Amy Queau Read Free Book Online Page B

up in her yellow comforter.
    “What’s up?” she asked.
    “Your mom wants you to make a grocery list of stuff you want around here next week.”
    “Okay,” she said. “You came down here to ask me that ?”
    “Oh! And, we’re taking Sabrina out for dinner tomorrow night; she’s going back to school on Tuesday. Would you like to join us? Five o’clock or so.”
    “Sure. Anything else?”
    “Nope. Just checking on ya.” There was something in his voice she couldn’t put her finger on.
    “Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?”
    “Nah. I’ll be fi… I’m good. I just wanted to come down here and make sure you hadn’t lost some more weight.” He winked and threw a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup on her bed.
    “G’Night.”
    She smiled. “Good night, Pops.”
    She could already hear his footsteps climbing the stairs.
    Her phone beeped, making another smile play on her lips. She quickly checked the text.
    Can’t stop thinking about you. Good night. Sleep tight. Think of me. xx
    Charlie smiled and reread the text a few times before drifting asleep.
    *
    She began to dream. She was lying on her side as his hands started at her waist, inching their way down to her thigh. His long, strong fingers gripped her hips and tugged her flat on her back. Without opening her eyes, she arched her back and opened her legs. Wanting to feel him against her, she lifted her hips up from the bed in search of him. She moaned in agony. The suspense was building and she needed him to satisfy her.
    She felt his lips brush against her stiffened nipples and another moan escaped. Her legs found him and she wrapped them around his waist and slammed his body against hers. Forcefully grabbing his dark hair, she pushed his face further into her breasts and whispered, “Harder.”
    She heard him snicker just as he bit down. He ripped her panties down to her ankles and spread her thighs again. Starting again slower, he tormented her with a flick of his tongue and began blowing gently against her. She ached from deep within, not wanting the play to ever end.
    “Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby,” she whispered. “I need to feel you inside of me. I need you.” As soon as his body closed in on hers, she could feel the fullness inside as he inched deeper. She brought her hips up to his so that he could be completely immersed in her, but he wouldn’t allow it. He inched back and smiled.
    “So eager, Charlie. No, no. Slow. Slower,” he teased.
    *
    “Charlie?”
    “Huh?”
    “Charlie, wake up. Wake up, Charlie.”
    “What?” Charlie was ripped from quite possibly the best dream she’d ever had.
    She opened her eyes and sat up to see Sabrina staring down at her. She threw her head back and tried to calm her pending orgasm, which seemed to flicker out the instant she saw her sister’s face.
    “What were you dreaming about?” Sabrina said, smirking.
    “Oh god, Sabrina. Piss off. Really, you just had to wake me?”
    “Ha! Well, I heard a strange noise from upstairs. It sounded like you were talking, or in pain or something. So I came down. Were you seriously having a sex dream?” Sabrina covered her mouth, trying to conceal her snickering.
    “Fuck you, Sabrina.”
    “Ha! Well, it seems like you have some unfinished business to tend to. I’ll let you get back to your dream with Jesse.”
    Charlie’s eyes opened wide. Not Jesse!
    “I was not dreaming about Jesse!”
    “Yeah, right. The only word I could understand within all that groaning and mumbling was his name.” Sabrina’s brow lifted as if to say ‘busted,’ just as she hopped back up the stairs.
    Charlie rolled her eyes and tried to get back to sleep.
    *
    Upon waking, Charlie got up quickly, took a shower and got ready for the day. Her mornings were usually reserved for the New York Times crossword, but this day she made a very large cup of coffee and decided to sit down with her journal.
     
    Dear Journal,
    This is ridiculous. My entire body is