Brat

Chapter 6

~Jackson's POV~

    Just who did this bitch think she was? Flirting with me as soon as I come in the door, and then talking to my Charli Bear like that. I should've let Charli handle it. The little skank deserved it.

Charli left the store so quickly, I couldn't even say bye. I noticed that while I handled the cashier, she kept her head down, and her mouth shut with a slight red tint on her cheeks. In the back of my mind, I hoped to see her kneel in front of me in the same way. Looking at her in such a submissive position almost made me want to take her right there in front of the cashier.
   I left the store soon after she did hoping to see her again in the parking lot. I felt a little disappointed when I didn't. I had to text her when I didn't. I had to text her when I got home.

~Charli's POV~

    We rode back to my house in silence. Well, besides Dean whining about these color, and the radio blaring in attempts to drown him out.
   He got 0 answers because I can't answer a question when I don't have the answers myself. We both went in my house, and immediately, I got a bottle of tequila and my favorite shot glass. I called it the Texan shot glass. There were measurements on the side. I filled it to the rim, and drank it all at once. The comforting burn went down my throat and traveled into my belly. It felt warm, and from there it spread to the rest of my body.
   “Dean, you gotta go home dude. I need to take a nap and reevaluate my life.” he nodded and didn't say anything for once. I took off my skirt, and my shoes in my room, and slept in just the crop top, my socks, and my underwear.
Why did he have to be there when I was? He's probably into this kind of thing too. I wonder how long he's been doing it. He had like 40 pacifiers in that basket. Maybe he was shopping for the little he's got at home. He's far too sexy to not have one.
   It was like he could read my mind wherever he was.

*Hiya Charli*
*hey*
*are we gonna pretend that didn't happen?*
*pretend what didn't happen*
*that we saw each other at little rejects*
*why would it matter you probably have a little already anyway*
*why would it matter to you if I did. I thought I was a cunt*
*whatever I'm going to bed*
*aww such a good girl I didn't even have to tell you your bed time 😘*

    I flopped back into my bed yhinking about today's events.
My heart jumped when he called me a good girl. But what the hell is this about a bed time? Damn it, I'm 23 years old, I don't need a damn bed time. I wish he was my daddy though... He's just so adorable. Dark skinned and chocolate looking. I wonder if he tastes like chocolate too with his fine self.

    ~Jackson's POV~

Why am I still hard? He's standing at full attention, and for what? She's been gone from my sights for hours. The picture of my head in between her perfect caramel colored legs is probably what did it. She does everything with grace an ease. I personally see her with her legs around my waist, her mouth right by my ear so I can hear every gasp, every moan, and every mumble of my name as I bring her to her climax......
I'm gonna quit before I ruin my shorts.

*there ya go. 6 chapters in one week. I told ya I'd do more in the summer. however the next group of 3 probably won't be up until maybe next week. Sooooo yeah... Peace and hair grease ✌✌*