Him and I {Chuck Clayton}

Chapter 20

You don't know, babe, When you hold me
And kiss me slowly, It's the sweetest thing...
And it don't change, If I had it my way
You would know that you are...

I feel heaviness across my back and a killer headache and I glance over to the right and see Chuck's shoulder laid across my back as if he was holding me in my sleep. Through my grogginess, I manage to sit up on the bed and grab my phone, adjusting my eyes to the light as the flourescent screen stated that it was 7:03am. Looking over at Chuck, laid out on his stomach without any clothing on, I feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I'm embarrassed that I'm even blushing considering the things I let this man do to me. My mind flashes back to the night before and everything that transpired and my body awakens with every moment and kiss and thrust that Chuck gave me in the front of my brain.

Shaking those thoughts off, I leave my room and go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of Powerade from the fridge. I look over into the living room and I don't see Sasha and Chad in the living room but I see their things are in a corner next to my navy blue couch. There's a note on the couch from Sasha that states they went to grab breakfast and I let out a deep breath, not aware that I was holding it in the first place. I quickly scan the living room and go into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. Once I finish I go into my bedroom and see Chuck sitting up on the bed, with a sleepy look on his face but nevertheless incredibly sexy.

"Hey," Chuck greets me, grabbing my hand as I climb into the bed.

"Hey," I beam at him. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept like a baby, thanks to you and our rigorous activities," Chuck smirks running his finger down my tank top and stopping short of my right nipple.

I roll my eyes and swat his bare chest and Chuck in response reaches underneath me and grabs my butt, sending a shocked gasp out of me as he climbs on top of me and softly kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and lift up my hips so I could feel his hardness before taking him inside of me once more.

Tap tap tap

"Hey, are awake?" Sasha voice comes through the door.

"Um yeah," I reluctantly respond, distracted by Chuck spreading my legs apart, entering his fingers inside of me.

"We brought breakfast, come on and eat. We'll be in the kitchen." Sasha announces.

"Mmhmm," I stifle a moan as Chuck pumps his fingers in and out of me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I grab a pillow to cover my face, or moreso my mouth because I can feel myself letting go all over Chuck's hands. I look at him and he is looking at me, as if he is peering into my soul.

"I can't fuck you properly like I want to so this will have to do okay?" Chuck leans in and whispers in my ear.

"Uh... Kay," I moan back in his eye thrusting my hips with his movements.

A few minutes later I cum quietly as I can on Chuck's hand and Chuck in response licks every finger that has my mark on it. I lean in and kiss him as my way of thanking him and I grab fresh panties to change in the bathroom with. Opening the door, I see Sasha and Chad setting the table full of food and Sasha gives me a smug look that makes me blush the reddest of reds. I retreat into the bathroom to change when Sasha busts in and shuts the door, locking it.

"What the fuck—" I start.

"So, how was IT?" Sasha inquires with another smug look on his face that makes me laugh.

"It was just.. wow. That good. He didn't even fuck me," I gush, my voice barely above a whisper.

"My God," Sasha exclaims. "Are you smitten already?"

"N-no," I answer nervously. "I'm just enjoying the moment."

"Yeah yeah," Sasha rolls her eyes and I giggle.

Leaving the bathroom, we go into the kitchen where Chuck and Chad have already sat down, plate full of food, talking about wrestling.

"I'm telling you man, Hulk Hogan shouldn't came back," Chuck exclaims.

"Yeah man I agree," Chad nods. "You can't just go around calling black people the N-word and think there are no consequences."

Zzz zzzz

Chuck glances at his phone and his jaw sharpens as if he's irritated.

"What's wrong," I ask him sitting next to him.

"Uh, Nothing," Chuck responds shortly and that in return irritates me.

My mind wonders if Josie is texting him again and I feel sadness slowly creeping in. My face turns into a frown and I just sit in silence for the rest of breakfast, half-listening to Chad and Sasha talk about their trip to Florida. It's like I can't escape her. Whenever. I have a good moment of day with Chuck, Josie is always back into the picture. For someone who wants to be with me and show me that he's a good guy, he has a shitty way of showing it. Why is it so hard for me to find a guy who doesn't play games. I've been through enough with my ex. I don't need another saga.

"Hellooooo. Earth to Serena," Sasha commands snapping her fingers in my face, breaking me out of my thoughts. "We gotta get ready for work in a few minutes."

"Fuck, you're right," I jump up anxiously to create some space between Chuck and I so I can get dressed.

"Yeah uh, I gotta go too," Chuck announces eyes into his phone, texting furiously into the phone.
Chuck waltzes over and daps Chad, tells Sasha good bye and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'll call you later okay?" Chuck says walking out the door.

"Okay," I mumble shutting the door behind him.

I walk past Sasha and Chad into my bedroom and get ready for work. Within 15 minutes I'm dressed, face washed and headed out the door with Sasha to start another day at Pop's.

"Are you okay?" Sasha asks me as we are walking down the hall.

"Yeah, I think so," I shrug off. "Did Chuck seem weird to you when I asked him if he was okay?"

"I thought he acted kind of weird but you know him better than I do," Sasha agrees buttoning up the top of her uniform.

The ride in the car is pretty quiet as I'm lost in my thoughts about Chuck and his weirdness. It seems like I have more uncomfortable moments with him than I do good ones but I can't put my feelings away. I have feelings. Real feelings for him. Not I love him or anything but I have shared so much of myself with him in a short time that to lose him or this not work out would hurt me. I've been through enough.

"Hey," Sasha addresses me as we pull up to Pop's.

"I don't know Chuck that well and I know you like him but if he is making you sadder than happier than you need to let him go."

I look over at my best friend and smile and grab her hand.

" Who would've known southside girls can get all emotional?" I tease her getting out of my car.

" Yeah yeah yeah whatever," Sasha rolls her eyes walking into Pop's. "Let's get these shifts over with and get these boys off our brains."

Sasha brings her fist to me and I tap it back with my own fist.
"Yeah, let's do it."