I Kidnapped My Ex On His Wedding Day

Chapter 12

CHRISTIAN JAMES

I couldn't say anything in response to what she said, and I couldn't even blame her for not believing me.

I just watched as she got herself ready for bed, completely ignoring me as if I wasn't even lying right beside her. She wrapped her naked body tightly in the blanket, turned her back to me, and fell fast asleep only moments later.

Unbelievable.

Was she really just going to leave it at that, Charlie?!

Not even a goodnight kiss or a hug? She literally just went straight to sleep.

Then again, why the hell was I even demanding anything when what we had just done was way beyond a kiss and a hug?

I slowly stood up, spotted my boxer shorts on the floor, picked them up, and slipped them on because Charlie clearly had zero intention of sharing her blanket with me.

I walked over to where the food and water were stored, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and downed the entire thing in one long gulp.

I glanced back at Charlie, who was still completely dead to the world.

Seriously, this woman.

She didn't even bother drinking water after all that.

Or maybe she was simply too exhausted to care.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I looked down at myself.

I felt pretty damn proud of wearing her out, but f**k, my body clearly hadn't gotten the memo because I was already hard again.

I knew Charlie well enough not to wake her up, though. I should consider myself lucky she had even let us get intimate earlier.

Fùck.

I needed to calm myself down.

Especially the part of me that was acting like it hadn't gotten enough.

I crept back toward the bed and carefully lay down beside Charlie.

And fùck, so much for calming down.

The second my body sank into the mattress, my body reacted all over again. I couldn't resist the scent of her hair, and suddenly I was wide awake and fighting another losing battle with myself.

I tried to force myself to relax, but it only seemed to make things worse.

“Oh, fùck, Charlie...”

I glanced over at her again.

She was still fast asleep while I was lying beside her, completely unable to settle down.

Whatever.

I really needed her at that moment.

I'd stop if she told me to, but for now, I was going to try waking her up again.

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CHARLIE

“Ahhhh... hmmm... ahhhh... feels so good... keep going...”

I was having a wet dream.

Even in my sleep, earthly lust was still haunting me.

The truth was, I actually wanted more.

If we could go all night, I'd probably say yes, but I really needed to sleep.

In my dream, CJ was making me lose control all over again, his touch driving me deeper and deeper into pleasure until I came again.

“CJ!” I cried out his name, trembling from the sheer intensity of it.

He stayed close to me, and I could feel myself sinking further into the dream.

Then I felt him move over me and whisper against my ear.

“Feels good? Does my girl want a round two?”

Since it was just a dream anyway, why not?

“Yes, I want it,” I answered flirtatiously.

“You're mine,” I heard him growl fiercely.

He suddenly turned me over, and my eyes snapped wide open.

Fùck!

I thought I was dreaming.

But I wasn't.

“Ahhh!”

A moan escaped me as I felt him pull me close, his hands gripping my hips while the heat between us instantly returned.

How could I possibly protest when it felt this incredible?

Nothing escaped my lips except breathless moans as the pleasure completely consumed me.

He was relentless, and my body responded to every movement as though it had a mind of its own.

Then, suddenly, he stopped.

I felt a jolt of frustration.

“Christian James!” I shouted his full name, glaring at him for leaving me hanging.

I hadn't even reached my peak yet.

“Wait a second,” I heard him murmur.

He pulled me closer, and before I could complain again, his touch had me gasping.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

I felt my body responding to him all over again, every sensation building until I couldn't stop myself from moaning his name.

“Ahhh... CJ... ahhh...”

He refused to stop until I finally reached my peak again.

The pleasure was so intense that my face practically buried itself into the pillow, and my body went completely limp against the mattress.

But CJ wasn't finished.

He pulled me back toward him, and I felt his familiar presence against me again.

“Here I am,” he growled seductively. “Take me. I'm going to make you lose control all over again.”

Another breathless moan escaped me.

“Fùck... it feels so good.”

His voice dropped lower.

“You're mine, Charlie.”

I should have argued.

I should have pushed him away.

Instead, I answered without thinking.

“Ahhh... yes... only yours.”

The words came out mindlessly, entirely consumed by wild lust.

But the truth was, every word I said was true.

No other man had ever touched me.

Not once.

My body seemed to have a mind of its own because it was only with him that I ever became like this.

He was the only man who could make me completely lose control.

He tightened his grip around my hips as the intensity increased, and I could feel myself getting closer again.

“Charlemagne, my love... ahh... I'm close,” he breathed.

“Me too... I'm about to—”

We both cried out at the same time as the euphoric wave finally crashed over us.

There was nothing quite like the feeling of reaching that moment together.

My entire body went limp against the mattress.

A few seconds later, CJ finally settled beside me, leaned in, and captured my lips in a brief, soft kiss before reaching for the blanket and pulling it over our bodies.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I remembered something important.

“Just so you know, CJ, even if I agree to let us do this, it doesn't mean your debt is wiped clean,” I reminded him, just in case he tried to forget.

Yes, I was enjoying myself, and yes, I felt damn good.

But the brothers' debt to me was an entirely different discussion.

“I know,” he answered calmly. “And don't worry. I already know how to pay you back. But first, we have to do something.”

I turned my head and stared straight into his face.

Really?

There was more work to do?

“Another job?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like I'm getting scammed all over again if I have to do more work.”

“Charlemagne, my love, you are never going to lose out on what we're going to do.”

He grabbed one of my hands and pressed a soft kiss against the back of my palm.

I immediately bit my lower lip, completely at a loss for words because of what he had called me.

My love.

That used to be what we called each other back then whenever we were being sweet and affectionate.

It made me wonder...

Was what we were doing right now considered affection?

“So, what are we doing?” I asked again.

Even though I felt completely weirded out by our conversation, I forced myself to ignore the way he kept calling me my love so things wouldn't get even more awkward.

“Never mind. I'll tell you once we're safely out of this forest,” he replied.

Was he for real?

What if he was just faking it and didn't actually have a plan to pay me back?

Oh well.

I didn't want to overthink it anymore.

I'd badger him about it tomorrow.

For now, we really needed to get some actual sleep.

“Fine. We still have time to take a nap. And please, do not wake me up again because we need our strength later for the long walk ahead,” I told him seriously, staring hard into his face just in case he decided to pull another stunt.

He had completely outsmarted me earlier.

I genuinely thought I was dreaming, but it turned out everything that happened had been completely real.

He reached out, cupped one of my cheeks, and gently stroked it before answering.

“Okay, my love. Let's sleep.”

We both shifted into a more comfortable position.

I was about to complain when I felt his arms wrap around me from behind.

But I couldn't bring myself to push him away.

Because, truth be told...

I loved the feel of his arms around me anyway.