Chapter 4: Forest's POV

I had her straddling me before the partition went up. Her thighs, her long legs, her arms...she was so wrapped around me that I was drowning in her. It doesn't make any sense that I've survived years without her. How on earth did I survive? "Are you f*****g me tonight, Forest?" She whimpered. "Are you?" Fuck. How does she do this? This is not how I thought this night would go. I wasn't supposed to be tasting her sweet honey lips. I wasn't supposed to be licking, sucking and kissing her neck. I wasn't supposed to be kneading her breasts and slithering my hands inside her dress to grab a handful of her behind. I was supposed to be telling her off. I was supposed to be screaming at her. Fuck. Only Charlotte can f*****g do this. This woman is a drug and she knows I'm her addict. Fuck. "Only good girls get f****d, Charlie." I groaned and forced her breast out of her dress. "You haven't been a good girl so no, you're not getting f****d!" Despite what I said, I continued pushing her against my groin, making sure her core was rubbing against my manhood. I continued kissing her and gently wrestling her tongue when she whimpered and dug her nails into my neck. This woman is mine. If she wants me to f**k her, how could I deny her? How could I ever deny her anything? "Please f**k me Forest?" She pleaded into my neck. "It's been so long. Please." I pulled her long, brown curls and made her look at me. There was nothing but lust and desire behind those hazel brown eyes. My rational mind was telling me to say no. It was telling me to at least demand an explanation for what happened five years ago. I at least deserve that much. Was it because our relationship was long-distance? Did that get to her? Did I do something wrong? Did she meet someone else? Who was she waiting for in the park that day? I didn't buy the excuse she gave me back then. Not even for a second. Me being the heir to Greyson Corporation and her coming from fostercare was and always will be a non-issue. My rational mind was telling me to deny her what she was asking until she explained herself. But my heart. My stupid heart wanted me to do anything I could to make sure she never leaves again. As if I have any control over that. "Dinner first, Charlie." My hand slithered inside her lace panties. "Dinner first then maybe I'll have you for desert." She slumped her head into my neck and whimpered while I rubbed her c**t. She was getting wet so easily; as if her body knows that I'm here to claim her again. She was riding my fingers while I sucked one of her breasts. "Only good girls get fucked." I repeated. "Show me you're a good girl, Charlie." She rolled her hips faster and faster against my fingers. She was moaning and crying because I refused to let go of her c**t or the breast that was in my mouth. "Aaaaaaaaah." She released an unbridled scream and came all over my hand. I f*****g loved how wet she made my hand. When I reluctantly removed it from her lace thong, I licked my fingers while staring into those hazel brown eyes. She bit her lip and started licking the rest of my fingers, tasting herself on me and also kissing me in between. "We should get out of the car." I continued kissing her. "The things I want to do to you require more ... legroom." She whimpered right against my lips and started getting her dress and hair all neat and tidy again. When we got out of the car, I suspected it had been a while since we arrived. Joshua just let us be because he understood the situation. "So this is Lucas Greyson's infamous mansion." She teased. "Why does one person need all this space, Forest? This place is much too big." I shrugged. "You know me, Charlie. I've always planned on having a huge family. I want my house to be buzzing with kids and friends. That's what makes a house a home. I figured I would get a big house for the day I finally have that big family I've always wanted." She looked at me almost longingly before her head hit my chest. "You haven't changed." She almost muttered to herself. "I'm so glad you haven't changed." "Come on." I laced my fingers in hers and we walked from the driveway to the house. The mansion really was too big for one person. When I bought it I wasn't even sure if my dream of having a big family would ever come true. I had some hope, but without Charlotte in my life, that dream didn't seem feasible in the slightest. So I bought it thinking my family would just always come and visit and I wouldn't get too lonely. Unfortunately, mom and Annabelle hate the city so they hardly come here. They live in Oklahoma and only come to the city about twice a year. Christian is probably the only one who visits often ... too often. He's twenty four years old, three years younger than me and Charlotte. I love him to bits, but he acts like a kid who's eaten too much sugar. And of course, Lauren. Lauren likes visiting a lot. "I'm craving honey glazed salmon with some mushroom risotto!" She started running to the kitchen in her red high heels. I wasn't even sure if I had any of the food she mentioned. I have a kitchen staff who cook absolutely everything for me. The head chef and his team even make my cereal for me. "Did you find what you're looking for?" I screamed all the way from the living room. I was busy dimming the lights and putting on some music to play in the background. I could hear pots in the kitchen and different utensils probably being assembled already. "Yeah!" She shouted all the way from the kitchen. "I take it you have a kitchen staff? Everything is very well organised and fully stocked. I can tell you hardly step foot inside this kitchen." She was laughing at me and teasing me. I am clueless when it comes to the kitchen and so are Lauren and Christian. I can't even boil water. After dad died, my mom babied me, Annabelle and Christian quite a lot. She did almost everything for us; whereas Charlotte had no one to baby her. I still remember how she once joked and confessed that she learned how to cook for herself when she was only seven years old. She laughed, but me, Christian and Annabelle stood there in silence while she made lunch for us. She thought it was hilarious, but we knew nothing about that was funny. We could hardly tie our shoelaces when we were seven years old and yet she was already cooking for herself. "Yes." I hugged her from behind once I got to the kitchen. She had taken off her red heels and she was even wearing an apron. She had pots and all kinds of ingredients already out and was even chopping up some vegetables. She fit in my arms. Gosh she fit in my arms so perfectly. "This is actually the longest I've been in this kitchen." I teased while she cooked like this was her hundredth time in my kitchen. The most amazing aromas were coming from the pots. She was sipping on some apple juice in between tossing things in the pots and I had a glass filled with sparkling water. There is no need to drink now that my nerves are all calmed down. "You were such a nerd back then!" She laughed. "I had to protect you, Forest. Otherwise girls would have been all over you in highschool. I had to keep them away!" We were reminiscing. We spoke about the day she and I became friends. We spoke about how she always beat me on the honour roll. We laughed. We caught up on our careers. She told me she's pushing to get promoted. She's working at the top lawfirm in the state and she's hoping to make partner before the end of the year. She asked about my family. They are the closest thing she's ever had to a family. I told her that Annabelle followed in my mom's footsteps and also became a kindergarten teacher. She wasn't all that surprised. Annabelle loves kids. We could all tell she would work with them even when she was starting out highschool. I told her that Christian is almost done with his bar exams and that he'll be a junior associate at some fancy firm he's joing once he's done. We were laughing, kissing, dancing and taking spoonfuls out of the pots with the delicious food. It was amazing how we fell back into sync. It wasn't awkward. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in the world, except for one thing. Neither of us dared to mention what happened five years ago. I groaned as I tasted the salmon and risotto she made. I've never tasted anything this good in my entire life. f**k! "I take it you like it?" She giggled in my lap. "I f*****g love it, Charlie." I took another mouthful. "I'm having a full on foodgasm right now." She laughed and took a bit of my food using her own fork. "This is mine!" I teased. "Fix your own damn plate." She gasped jokingly and tried getting up from my lap before I made sure she sat her beautiful behind back where it belongs. She took a few bites out of my food while I stopped myself from practically inhaling the darn plate. "I promise I'm not that hungry." She insisted when I gave her another worrying look. "I haven't cooked for you in a long time. I just wanted to see what it would feel like." "And?" I put my empty plate down on the living room table. "What did it feel like?" She looked nervous. Charlotte Ericsson looked nervous. "It felt like something I would like to do more often." She looked at me with a glint of hope in her eyes. I took another sip of my drink. Her words could only mean one thing - she wants us to get back together. But then again, one can never be too sure with Charlotte. I could be wrong. She might just be here to break me again. "You want to be my personal chef?" I laughed awkwardly. "No." She said softly. "I want-" I kissed her. I couldn't let her finish that sentence. She might break me again. Whatever she was going to say would have ended up breaking me again. It didn't take long for her to start straddling me. My fingers were digging into her behind, pushing her back and forth against the hard c**k that was threatening to rip my pants apart. Within seconds, my belt was unbuckled and my pants, though technically still on, were at my ankles, leaving my c**k free to f**k her like I've wanted to for years. She lifted herself slightly in between our wet kisses and I moved her lacy underwear to the side. One gentle brush against her c**t already told me how wet she was. I looked right at her while I positioned my c**k at her entrance. I lowered her body slowly while she took me in. "Forest." She whimpered and bit her lip. "Should we use protec-" "No!" I almost growled at her. "You remember how you and I f**k, don't you Charlie?" I started thrusting my hips upwards while licking and sucking her neck. "Always. f*****g. Raw." I bit her neck to show my frustration with that question and she gasped a bit. She was still wearing her damn dress and I honestly wanted to rip that thing apart. "Say it with me." I demanded as I unbuttoned those large buttons on her dress. "We. f**k. Raw." I repeated while she whimpered, pouted and repeated the phrase with me. The second I removed that dress of hers, I put one of her breasts in my mouth. I continued pushing her back and forth, thrusting into her while she cried and moaned. She screamed through her first orgasm while I kept f*****g her like I was always meant to do. "I'm going to c*m inside of you." I moved her hair and buried my head in the crook of her neck. "I'm going to c*m inside of you and you're going to love it." She grabbed my head with those delicate hands of hers and kissed me as our movements grew faster and rougher. "Fuck." I groaned. "You're so f*****g tight, Charlie! How can I not c*m inside you when you're p***y is gripping my c**k like this?" Her cries were filling the entire house as another wave of orgasms hit her. I let out a defeaning roar as I came inside her with my fingers still digging into her behind. "Why are you so f*****g good at this?" She slumped her head against my shoulder. NOTE: SOMETIMES THE APP CUTS OFF WORDS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THAT HAPPENS.