Charlie Kind is a Texas girl, clad in black with her aviators on in her jacked up truck. And no, she's not a cowgirl. She lives in San Antonio, and works at a local pub as a bartender, and a very good one at that. With charm and confidence, she's be...
"But like I said, I know you're straight, so I'm never going to push anything on you-" I started, but I was cut off by her lips crashing into mine.
I hesitated a moment, not sure if I should kiss her back, but then I felt her hands come up to the sides of my neck and pulling me closer, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and moved my lips against hers. Before I could even stop myself, my tongue was asking permission against her bottom lip, and it was quickly granted. As soon as our tongues met, she moaned, and my eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. She yelped in surprise into my mouth when I gripped her hips and picked her up, setting her on the counter and positioning myself between her legs.
But suddenly my senses came back to me, and I pulled away, eyes wide and panting.
"Was that ok?" Everly asked, clearly worried. I nodded quickly.
"Absolutely, I just don't know where that came from," I replied, definitely confused. She blushed.
"I'm sorry. It probably would have been better if I had just told you that I like you too," she said sheepishly. I stared at her in awe.
"I thought you were,-" I started.
"Straight? Ya, me too," she giggled. "This is a surprise for both of us."
I nodded slowly, trying to get my heart rate down. I couldn't even describe how happy I was that she kissed me and actually said that she likes me too, but in the back of my mind, I also wanted to be careful. What if she didn't end up being gay, and went back to being straight after I catch serious feelings for her? More so then I already have?
"So... what do we do now?" she asked quietly. I thought for a minute, my hands resting on her hips still.
"I like you, and you like me. I don't see why we should avoid this. But I also think we should go slow," I replied, looking up into her eyes. She looked down at me from her spot on top of the counter and smiled softly, slightly biting her lip.
"I agree, but can I kiss you again?" she asked with a blush. I smirked and cocked an eyebrow.
"You never have to ask that question, it's always going to be a yes," I answered, leaning in. She smiled into the kiss, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
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"What do your tattoos mean?" Everly asked in a whisper. We had ended up migrating to the bed, and now we were cuddling while she ran her fingers over my tattoos.
"The wings are for my sister, and the flowers for my Mom," I replied.
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"It's beautiful," she said. The she leaned down and kissed up my arm, making me shiver. She noticed, and got a mischievous look on her face.
"What other tattoos do you have?" she asked, clearly talking about the one she could barely make out on my ribcage under my tank top. I laughed.
"That's a story for another time," I replied. "If I take my shirt off to show you, your shirt might just need to come off too, and there's no going back from that."
She thought for a moment with a small amused smile on her lips, looking into my eyes.
"What?" I asked, wondering what was so amusing.
"Grey was right," she replied vaguely. I frowned.
"About what?" I asked. She sat up on her elbow and leaned over me, resting her arm on my stomach and chest, and I suddenly found it hard to breathe.
"Well, he called you a top..." she started. I cocked an eyebrow.
"And?" I prodded. She leaned in closer to whisper in my ear and I froze.
"But he also said that you're a soft top," she added. Then she sat back up with an adorable grin on her face.
"Is that what he called me?" I asked, sitting up slightly onto my elbows. She giggled and nodded. I leaned in closer, one eyebrow cocked.
"And is that what you believe?" I asked in a play-serious tone. She laughed.
"Maybeee," she replied, starting to back away. But I grabbed her before she could get away and flipped her around so that I was on top straddling her hips, pinning her hands above her head with one of mine and tickling her with the other.
"Is this what a soft top would do?" I laughed, and she screamed and giggled, trying to squirm out of my grasp.
"Charlie stop!"she squealed as she laughed. I slowed down to a stop as I realized where I was, and I leaned down closer.
"Would a soft top do this?" I whispered against her lips. She inhaled sharply as soon as my lips met hers, and her hands flew to my hair, pulling me closer. Her tongue fought mine for dominance, but I won, ending the deep kiss with a gentle bite on her lower lip.
"I'm sorry, I should probably stop if we're going to go slow with this," I whispered, trying to calm myself down.
"Why do we have to go so slow?" she asked with a slight pout. I grinned.
"Your adorable, but no. I don't want you to be just another one night stand or some girl I just mess around with sometimes. I like you a lot more then that," I replied. She smiled and nodded, and I rolled off to the side, fixing the covers back over us. She immediately cuddled up to my side, her leg draped on top of mine, and I wrapped my arms around her.
"Thank you," she whispered. I looked down at her, one eyebrow cocked.
"For what?" I asked.
"For not just wanting to have a one night stand with me," she replied. Me eyebrows furrowed, but it was too late to ask questions now, so I kissed her on the forehead instead.
"You're welcome Ev," I said, closing me eyes and resting my lips on her temple. We fell asleep like that pretty quickly, and it was one of the best sleeps I've had in a long time.
Who here loves fluff?! I know I do. The next chapter we will learn more about Everly, and possibly maybe perhaps have a little tiny bit of smut 😏 Stay tuned!! Vote/comment if you want this story to continue! Love you guys!
