Pretty In Pink by Sommer Marsden Read Free Book Online

balance. His room
was dark and she was in an unfamiliar room. “Steady. You okay? Instinct kicked
in, second nature, I guess. I was asleep and I forgot you were here until I…”
    “Grabbed me?” she said and then
laughed a shaky laugh.
    “God, I feel like an ass. Come sit
down.” Charlie led her to the bed and pushed her shoulders until she sat. Then
he crouched in front of her and checked her over. “You sure you’re okay. You
seem really—”
    “I keep hearing this noise,” she
whispered frantically. “And I’m so afraid my house is caving in.” She sniffled
quietly and something in his chest that had been hard and angry softened. He
brushed her hair out of her face and waited for her to finish. “I just picture
all that hard work, all the crazy hoops I had to hurtle through to buy it and
crash, boom, bang I can hear it all come tumbling down.” A small sob slipped
out and he rubbed her back until he heard her take a deep breath.
    “I don’t think that’s the case,” he
said.
    “I can hear it,” she whispered in a
hushed, confessional tone.
    Charlie leaned in and took her hand.
Her lips were so close to his and he had the sudden and vivid memory of what he
had just dreamt of those lips doing to him. How hot her mouth had been on his
cock. How eager her tongue had felt. How wet and sweet and wonderful her cunt
had been when he’d slid home. He swallowed hard and shook his head. “I think
that’s stress making you hear things. Come with me.” Still holding her hand,
Charlie led her to the room he used as an office. He pulled the blind up behind
his computer desk and pointed. In the ambient white glow of the neighborhood
Christmas lights they could see her house. Completely intact except for the
small front porch roof. “See, it’s all good. You’re a little freaked out.”
    She nodded sagely, she'd pulled her
hair up and her ponytail swayed with the movement. She moved a tiny bit closer
to him, her warm hand still clutching his. It made him feel big and strong and
somehow useful. It made him feel good and Charlie realized that he hadn’t felt
good in a while.
    “But I hear it. What if it’s the other
side?” Her hand tightened on his and he could feel the tension and anxiety
thrumming off of her like electricity off a live wire.
    “If the other side were caving in the
way you are describing,” he said, putting an arm around her shoulder to comfort
her. “Then this side would be caving in, too. I think it’s safe. I think you’re
hearing—”
    To prove his point, the wind whooped
up and loud and wild and Kimber jumped, grabbing him like she was drowning.
Okay, so sue him, he took advantage of it and wrapped her in his arms, pulled
her close. So what if she felt the hardness of his arousal, he was only a man.
    Either he was hallucinating or after
she had time to feel his hard-on she said, “Mmm,” softly, she stepped closer to
him instead of away. “I’m not usually such a princess,” she said, looking up at
him with tired, haunted eyes.
    “You’re good. It’s been an interesting
night.” Charlie could feel her pull then. The significant undeniable tug of her
mouth calling to him and he gave in. He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips
parted for him and her tongue twined with his and then her long cool fingers
were smoothing circles over the freshly sprouted stubble on his face.
    Charlie cupped her ass in his hands,
feeling the feminine flare of her bottom and hips. God, she was luscious. A
perfect hourglass of a woman and she made a sound when he kissed her deep. It
made him so unbearably hard. She was damn near killing him with his own lust.
    “Interesting night,” she mimicked and
then traced the length of his cock in his pajama bottoms. He held his breath as
his heartbeat pounded in his ears. The sound mingled with the howling wind
outside and he grew lightheaded.
    “Come to bed with me,” he said,
plainly. Desperately. He would wear his heart on his sleeve after ripping