The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

I feel feather like touches on my face the next morning and I slap the hand away before cuddling more into him.

“Ow! That really hurt.” A child like voice is heard.

My eyes snap wide open and I stare at the child, quickly clutching the duvet tightly to my naked chest. I open my mouth and close it, so confused and unsure what to say but most importantly I flush into a shade of red— somewhat embarrassed that he came home to see this.

But then I remember that this is Charlie.

He sees and hears all, acts and plays all.

A thousand and one questions swarm my clouded and tired mind, how did he get here, when did he get here and how long has he been sitting here and watching us.

I lift myself up, trying not to flash this young child. I gaze at him, curiously. “How long have you been here. . . watching us sleep?” I ask and gulp when he grins at me.

He shrugs and glances down at my covered chest.

“Do you sleep naked next to me?” He quietly questions, staring at me wide eyed before glancing at his sleeping brother next to me and goes to slip the duvet off him. I send him a warning look and he immediately stops. “His naked too, isn't he?” He dramatically gasps, looking wild.

I use my free hand to slap hard against Percy's chest and he groans but only adds to my red face with his words.

His hard member presses against my stomach. “Geez, woman! If I knew you turned into such a tigress then I would have gotten more condoms.” He grunts, slowly reaching out and grabbing my covered breast and softly palming it— I have to force myself not to moan loud.

“Charlie,” I say loudly. “Can you give us a minute please?”

He gapes at his brothers blunt actions before nodding his head causing his blonde hair to flap but still, he looks so confused about everything and I don't even blame him.

I watch in silence and somewhat relief as he hops off the bed and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Once again I slap his chest, harder.

And I glare at the tattooed man in anger.

He slowly opens his eyes, glaring at me too with his green orbs and sits up fully— successfully towering over me like a dark shadow and I glance at his tattooed chest, my core clenching again from last night's memories of him and I.

“Why the fuck are you abusing me this early?” He grunts and runs his fingers through his dark hair. “Amante?”

I roll my eyes at his slow mind this morning. I point at the door and he looks at it in confusion before looking back at me with the same confusion. I groan and shake my head. “Charlie was just fucking here, watching you grope me.”

He smirks, glancing at the closed door. “Sneaky devil.”

My eyes narrow at him and I shove at his chest, pushing him back on the bed and I straddle him but I don't get to speak just yet because he grabs my ass in his hands and knead it before slowly moving me against his hard member— holy fucking shit, this is the real torture here.

“Fuck. It turns me on when you get rough with me, little one.” He grunts and continues to move my small body.

I grit my teeth and glare at him, not sure if I should swear this man or moan for him or maybe do both together. “That wasn't his fault, you were too far gone to realize he was in front of us here. I think you need to call your friends and ask them when they dropped him off because if he was here last night then the child could be fucking tra—”

His cock slips inside of me and my eyes widen down at the bloody cheek this man has, god he really is so infuriating.

“Shh amante, stop stressing.” He whispers.

I quietly moan as he moves inside of me before turning us so his on top and me on my back, I stare up at him as he slowly moves inside me. “Your brother is literally outside that door.” I snap and go to hit him again but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head and I shut my eyes.

“His not going to hear us.” He tuts and I shake my head.

A loud moan leaves my lips and my eyes widen and roll back when he covers my mouth with his free hand— and then, he starts to pick up his pace, no longer fucking me hard and slow but hard and fast and I clench around him.

“Submission looks fucking amazing on you, amante.” His husky morning voice whispers in my ear as we come together, my eyes squeeze shut, pleasure consuming me.

He moves off me and falls back against the bed.

Both our breathing heavy and fast.

I turn my head to eye him.

“You are purely evil.” I mutter, clutching tightly at his hand. “I can not believe you just fucked me with the ch—”

He grabs my chin and kisses me, slowly and passionately.

“You're explaining to him because I am not, I refuse to.” I blurt once we pull apart and I've had time to breath.

He chuckles and nods his head.

“I do everything better anyway.”

“Your ass—”

“Is fine.”

“Shut up.”

“You, shut up.”

“No, you shut—”

“BOTH OF Y'ALL SHUT!” Charlie yells.

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