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Chapter 5
They rode outside the farm. Charlie noticed the way Monroe had looked at her. When he glanced at her, his gaze locked with hers. And stayed there longer than it should. It felt exhilarating.
He looked very handsome in his white shirt and blue denim jeans. His dark curly hair wild, azure blue eyes. She felt like the world was brighter around him. The birds singing a little louder.
"How was your day?", she asked, when he was silent.
"Short. How about yours?"
"Nice. I just hate dresses."
Monroe smirked. He turned the horse onto a trail. "It looks good on you."
He went first so Charlie watched his back and kept a little distance so that the horses wouldn't be too close to each other.
His riding looked effortless and he gave the horse minimal signs, but it still did everything he asked. They arrived on the river. Bass removed the basked and the roll of blankets from the horse's back. They took the saddles down and tethered the horses, letting them eat the lush grass.
Charlie helped Bass to spread out one blanket. She sat on it and watched Monroe. Bass took the basket closer and kicked his boots off, stepping on the blanket. He sat next to her. Charlie was feeling awkward with the dress. She was also very much aware of how close Monroe was. Suddenly he laid himself down, with a deep sigh. He was resting, with his eyes closed.
Charlie couldn't resist picking up a hay and she inched towards him slowly, trying not to alert him. She leaned in and tickled his nose with the straw. He opened his eyes, wiped his nose and then realized something suspicious was going on. Charlie laughed aloud. He was getting up and she was trying to escape him, jumping into the grass with bare feet. She didn't get far. A pair of strong hands grabbed her from her waist and pulled her close to his body.
"You're going to pay for this."
"You think so?"
"I will get my revenge, I promise you."
Charlie turned, still in his arms and he loosened his grip enough for her do that. She saw a twinkle his blue eyes, his joyful smile.
"You look different when you smile.", she noticed aloud.
His eyes changed instantly, and he smiled only slightly anymore. "You look different in dress."
Charlie wasn't sure what was he thinking. She didn't know what to say. Monroe touched her shoulder strap, sliding the tip of his finger over it. "I know you hate it. Why did you put it on?"
She shivered, not for the cold. He was so close, she could feel how warm he was. His scent. His eyes, searching for hers. Their gazes locked. "It was Lizzie, she gave it to me."
"You know, you look gorgeous. So, there's no reason to feel uncomfortable." she felt her cheeks blush a bit and she looked away. "Coming from a man who gets to wear t-shirt and jeans."
Monroe chuckled a bit. "You could always, I don't know… take it off?", his voice silky smooth.
She felt how his fingers slid between the strap and her skin. She closed her eyes and felt her heart beat rise. "Go to swim and I'll steal your clothes."
When she opened her eyes, she saw him smiling again.
"Do you want to eat?", he asked.
"I'm not hungry."
She walked to the beach to test the water. She heard him, approaching her. She knew approximately where he was even when she didn't see him. He had that kind of presence which she would feel everywhere. In the crowd, in the rooms, halls. When they were alone in the nature.
The river was inviting. She walked in the shallow water. She stopped and heard Monroe walk straight behind her. He stopped only when he was too close. She could feel the warmth emanating from him, on her back. A little cool breeze went past, and she shivered, feeling the warmth coming from him and the cool air at the same time.
He waited. She knew he gave her the chance to get away from him. Her feet were like stuck in the sand under water. She didn't want to move. Her anticipation grew. He took a gentle grip of her arm to steady himself. It was warm, calloused from the hard work on the farm. From handling horses, guns, reins. She breathed heavier, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. He leaned in on her, his lips and scruff brushing over her bare shoulder. She felt intoxicated from his closeness, his gentleness with her. And what he made her feel. What was waking up inside her, because of him.
She felt him lower himself, to her side, to reach the hem of her dress. He slid his fingertips over the side of her thigh, lifting the hem slowly higher. It was like leaving a hot imaginary trail. She breathed harder, her blood rushing in her veins. His lips again on her shoulder, when the hem was almost up. He reached slowly her neck with small kisses.
It was nothing like her quick fucks with some unknown guys she had found from the bars, in the dark alleys. Or the last one with the bartender. It seemed like ages ago.
She knew Monroe in some way, they had established relationship. Their chemistry was tangible. Had always been, although she didn't want to admit that.
Right now, Monroe knew what he was doing to her and took his time. Making her legs give up. She didn't remember anyone doing this to her. It felt amazing. She was aroused even when he was barely touching her. Her body burning, yearning for his touch, closeness. Her mind in a haze from her need. She wanted him more than she had wanted anyone.
"Are you hungry now?", his voice husky, laced with lust.
"You could say that."
He lifted the dress and she helped him to get it off. She knew it was ridiculous, but she had put the stupid old tube top under it. She had felt naked in the dress without bra. And the thing didn't have straps. Monroe threw the dress towards the beach. He turned in front of her. She couldn't tear her gaze off from his eyes. His gaze burning through her. He leaned in.
He kissed the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes, tilting her head. Then he kissed her lips, agonizingly slow. She felt everything for him, her hands pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss and pulled away a bit. She was again very aware of her clothing or the lack of it. His gaze was compelling. The cool water running in their feet, making his jeans wet, dark area growing upwards on the fabric, over his feet. She could see that he wasn't immune of what they were doing to each other. His pants seemed a little tight.
She remembered the day when the damn top had fell off. He grabbed the thing now, this time to take it off. She let him. Staring at him, his face and his hands, fingers when he was doing that. He lifted it off and she helped him, by lifting her arms. His eyes grew darker with lust.
He didn't care about his jeans getting more soaked when he lowered himself, halfway into the water. Charlie couldn't stop watching him. He slid his fingertips over her skin. Then to the side of her breast. She felt his tongue sweep over her nipple. Then his hot mouth taking it in.
Charlie gasped in sudden pleasure, which shot through her body, deep into her core. She clung to his shoulders like her life depended on that. She pulled her head back; her eyes closed and couldn't stop herself from falling into the sea of pleasure and a moan escaped her lips.
Monroe wanted her like crazy. Yet he was constantly amazed by her reaction to him. She must have wanted him too. He had had no idea about that. His proof came in the form of how she reacted to his advances. He knew he couldn't hold himself for long after he heard her moan. He needed to have her. Maybe not now or in this place. But eventually. He needed to know that she was ready. And he was going to make sure of it. He wanted her to remember him, if she didn't love him. He wanted to give her something she had never had from another guy. She would remember him.
If this was just a fling for her. He would let her be if she wanted to. It would hurt, but the times of craziness was over. And he could get women if she didn't want him. He just didn't feel this for them. Only for her. He still couldn't believe Charlie allowed him to touch her and do all kinds of things to her, what he had only imagined in his wildest dreams.
He moved to the other breast. Her skin, warm, soft, smooth as silk. Her need for him evident, her nipples hard as little rocks when he caressed them. Her moans lighting his need for her, making his wet jeans tight, when his body reacted to her. When he finally stood up, he saw her hair flowing like she was a goddess of the river, coming to take him away into the depths of the water, by luring him in with her beauty.
Charlie could finally see and think, when he got up. She took the step to close the distance and put her arms around his warm neck and kissed him. She wanted him so bad, her kiss was wet, demanding and lustful. He had no problem reaching harmony with her movements and the kiss grew even more passionate.
"Are you sure? You don't have to..."
"I want you now.", she said and pulled her panties off. Then she was completely naked.
She was happy to see him fighting with himself. His eyes dark for lust, the bulge evident his wet jeans. She knew she could have her way with him. She pulled the shirt over his head and he helped her. She proceeded to his belt and he didn't do anything to stop her. He just watched her.
"If you don't want to, I'll find someone."
She watched anger flash in his eyes. He pulled her against himself, lifted her up like she weighted nothing and kissed her possessively. She wanted him even more. She felt his tongue in her mouth, sliding against hers and it turned her on even more.
"You drive me fucking crazy.", he said and carried her to the blanket.
He didn't give her what she wanted so she tried to get up. He pulled her gently back and kissed her. He slid his hand between her legs, and she opened them for him. She was already wet. Finding the right spot, he rubbed her and kissed her mouth. She moaned and writhed in the pleasure he was causing her that he had a hard time keeping himself in control.
Charlie felt like he tormented her and himself, when he didn't give her what she wanted. Instead, he wanted her to feel good apparently. She didn't mind. She trusted him with her life. His touch causing her feel so much she couldn't take it. Then, finally, she came, so hard that she didn't know if she had ever felt anything like that. She didn't care how she looked or the moans and the final scream she made.
Charlie lied down, next to him, breathing hard. Sweaty and satisfied. Monroe let her have some rest. She took the other blanket and covered herself with it. She started to notice that something was off. She looked at Monroe. He was still lying there, in his soaked jeans. She couldn't read the look on his face. She tried to reach for him, but he rolled over and up. She saw the muscles rippling on his back, under his skin, when he sat down, facing away from her.
She remembered what she had said him. "I'm sorry."
"Why did you had to say that?"
Charlie was hesitating. "I wanted to hurt you. Because… I don't want to feel anything."
"Well, you got what you wanted.", he said and got up.
Charlie knew she couldn't go after him if he decided to leave now. Not in a blanket. She walked in front of him, cutting his line where he was about to pass her.
"To hell with it.", he said.
"Wait. I'm trying to tell you I'm sorry. Why won't you listen?"
The look on his face dark with anger. Still she wasn't afraid of him.
"What more I have to do?", she asked.
"I've always known it won't work anyway so… why bother."
He walked away from her. She watched him strutting to the horses, picking up his horse's line and easily mounting the beast's bare back. Wearing only blue denim jeans, which were dark from the moist.
"Okay, okay. I'll tell you the real fucking reason!", she yelled after him.
Monroe jumped down. He tied the line again and smirked.
"I don't want to feel this shit. I don't want any of it. I don't want to have feelings for you.", she said and stormed away in her blanket. Monroe could catch up to her easily.
"What did you say?", he asked.
"You heard me."
He kissed her. She dropped her blanket when she pulled him closer, around his neck. His skin felt hot against her chest. She reached for his jeans, trying to release the button. He helped her. She opened his zipper. He had to sit down to pull the jeans off, they were soaked and tight on his feet. She helped him. "It's the first time I have to pull a guy's jeans off.", she laughed. Monroe smiled.
Their smiles faded when he was naked too. She came on to him. Another hot kiss. She let him turn her over. He leaned over her. She was at first very aware of herself and a bit nervous. A long kiss made her relax. And his eyes, the look on his face. She knew he cared about her. His tender touch over her cheek, her body. His head sinking over her breasts as he tasted them again.
She moaned, and she was so ready for him, she felt she was going to melt if he didn't stop.
"I want it now.", she whispered.
He slid his fingers between her legs and made her moan again. She was blinded by the pleasure.
"Oh God..."
"You are so beautiful.", his voice, thick with lust.
She was almost crying for the need to have him. Like there was this empty, hollow place inside her and he was the only one who could do something about it.
"I only want you.", she admitted.
He placed himself between her thighs and slid the head of his cock over her wet folds. She moaned again, wanting him so bad. He slid in slowly, easily, because she was so wet. They both gasped for the contact. He was hard, filling her.
She moaned when he started to move. He was so close to coming that he heard his own, low moans, with her lighter ones.
He couldn't control himself for long. He picked up the pace and heard her moans and sighs getting more frequent and louder. As she was going to come again. He felt her insides, hot, wet and silky, starting to press his cock when she was almost there.
She came, screaming, arching her back and her insides were milking him rhythmically. He lost it. He couldn't see or hear anything for a moment. Only her and the hot, massive sea of pleasure and the way his body was pulsating in his orgasm, spilling his seed inside deep inside her.
He lied over her for a while, resting his head next to hers. She held him in her embrace. They shared a kiss, which was now just a short one. He moved to the side of her and she went into his lap, taking a blanket from the nearby. He helped her put it on them.
He held her in his arms. And felt his love for her, more than ever.
In the morning Monroe woke up from his bed. Charlie was still asleep. Next to him. The rays of the morning sun playing with the floating dust speckles in the room and in her hair. Her hair was shining like a gold, spreading over the pillow. He loved the sight. He let her sleep, getting up as slow as he could. It was hard since she had sprawled all over the bed. He covered her carefully with blanket.
Bass was only wearing men's briefs he had got from Lizzie not long ago. He slipped into his jeans and shirt. Then he grabbed his jacket and his boots (socks inside) and opened the door, closing it slowly. He put the rest on and went out.
Taking a leak outside the house and behind the corner, he breathed in the humid and cool morning air. Everything looked so beautiful to him. Brighter and more colorful. The landscape of country side. Every plant, tree. The horses in the pasture, eating grass. He had the weirdest feeling. Because he felt happy after a long time. He washed his hands by the water pump and went inside for breakfast.
Monroe was finished and leaving to the stables when Charlie came down the stairs.
"Morning.", he said, unusually glad.
"I didn't know you were a morning person.", she said, still sleepy.
"Got to take care of the horses. See you later."
"Yeah."
She greeted Lizzie who was already cooking in the kitchen.
"Jimmy seemed delighted. Has something happened?"
"I guess we are an item."
"I'm so happy for you."
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