EroticReverie

Charlotte Darling

It's almost midnight when I even bother to check the time. I hadn't planned on stay this long. but time had flown by inside these walls of men with leather cuts, and women in skimpy clothing. All of them making me feel welcome the second I downed that first shot. 

"Kane" I say, turning, placing a hand on his chest, touching him for the first time tonight. My throat going dry at the hard muscle under my hand, my eyes going right to my hand, then up to his eyes,his eyes were also on my hand, on that simple touch. I drop my hand, and he lifts his eyes to me. 

"I need to go home. It's late." I say. And his brows pinch and he looks at the clock. 

"It's only quarter to twelve" he says and I nod. 

"I know..I have to be up at five." I groan, already regretting the hangover I was going to be working with at the coffee shop. 

"and i..." my parents. I had to check on them, even though the nurse had texted me earlier that they were doing fine. I hadnt expected time to go by so quickly, hadnt expected to stay here for four hours and get lost in the contanst deep laughter of old men and yelling banter. Hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as I had, or to feel like I'd just been made a part of a small chosen family of misfits. They were nothing like this town thought they were. They were nothing like movies or tv shows. I'm sure that they werent angels...well...they Were Dangers Angels , that name of their club. But not angels in the literal sesne, or the sense of certain morals. 

"what is it?" he asks, reaching up, gently brushing my ponytail back behind my shoulder, the gesture making me have to give pause as he wraps his hand gently around my ponytail and smooths his hands down it as he looks at me. 

"Did someone say something?" his brows furrow and his mouth tightens. I shake my head. 

"no, it's not...nobody said anything..I just have to go." I say and his nostrils flare. 

"Why do you need to be up so early?" he asks. 

"I.." I start. Because if I was sober i'd tell him it was none of his business.

"I have to be up for work." I say and he studies my face, and my eyes feel heavy. God, I was fucking drunk. And i'd be paying for it in five hours when I had to drag my ass to the coffee shop. 

"How are you getting to work?" he asks and my brows pinch.

"Kane" I sigh. 

"How are you getting to work Charlie?" he asks again and then takes my ponytail again, gently running his hand down it, and even if he's only touching my hair and nothing else, I feel like im in highschool again.

"You?" I sigh, giving in, knowing if I tell him I'm walking to the bus stop and taking the bus while it's still dark out, he's just gonna demand I let him drive me. 

He nods. "I can do that." he says.

"Let's get you home then Charlie girl." he says and I want to fucking cry. Thanks alot alcohol. I've dated multiple guys after leaving here. In the three years I was gone, I dated frequently, never finding anyone that made me feel the way Kane had for the few months we were together. Nobody that cared for me or made it so crystal fucking clear that I was their number one priority the way that Kane had. The way that he still did. He has a fucking girlfriend Charlie, get yourself together, I scold myself. 

Kane had only had the one shot, four hours ago, so he was completely fine to drive me, and we get into his car and he makes the mile drive to my house.

I lean my head back. 

"God, how much did I have to drink?" I say, placing a hand on my head, the spins hitting me a lot harder after being in the car. 

"Are you alright?" He asks, reaching over, his hand placed on my knee and my head lifts, my eyes going to his hand and then to him and I just stare at him.

"Are you alright Charlie?" he asks, the concern in his face making me want to fucking turn back time and take back my over reaction that girl kissing him, take back the way I'd let my parents warp my perception of Kane. 

"I'm sorry" I say. "I have to go" I say, reaching for the car door.

"Jesus Charlie" he says when I push open the door and go to move out of the car, the seatbelt tugging me right back and I yelp in surprise, totally forgetting to undo it. 

"Let me get you inside." he says and I shake my head. 

"No, no" I say, fumbling for the seatbelt and pushing it and letting it zip upward and throwing it off. 

"Charlie, god damnit" he huffs, and I hear him opening his car door, the car running as he storms around the side of the car , before I've even got both feet to the ground. 

"Come on" He says and takes my hands and I whimper, letting him pull me up and out to my feet. 

"I'm fine" I say, and pull my hands from his, going to step back and swaying. His large arm swining around to keep me upright.

"You most definitely are not alright. Let me get you inside." he says and I shake my head. 

"No" 

"Charlie" he says gruffly and I lift my eyes to his. 

"Please." he says much softer, his eyes pleading with me. 

"I swear i'm fine" I say nearly breathless, my knees weak. And not entirely from the alcohol, but the way he's looking at me. 

"Please Charlie. Let me get you inside and put you to bed." he says and I fucking collapse, those knees of mine giving way to the tortured look on his face. But I dont collapse at all, instead, its the exact opposite. I'm floating off of my feet, and up into Kane's arms. Argument over apparently. 

"Come on, let's get you to bed party girl" he teases and I huff a little laugh along with my whimper as I let my head collapse on his shoulder.

"Back door...key..in purse" I say my eyes already drifting shut. He was so warm, and smelled so good. I wanted to fall asleep being carried by Kane for every night until forver.

He manages to unlock my back door and carry me inside. 

The house is ranch style, with only one floor. I point to the hall way leading to the bedrooms. 

"second door...right." I mutter and he carries me through the dark , the bathroom light left on illuminates the hall. 

"Charlotte?" he whispers. 

"mm?" I hum, nuzzling my cheek against his shoulder. 

When he doesnt answer and I dont feel him moving. I lift my head, looking up at him. My eyes following his and wince, flinching at the two hospital beds in our family room, in my drunken state, totally having forgotten that my parents room, was now the living room, both of them asleep in their bed, upright. I hear him swallow. 

"My bedroom is down the hall" I say, ignoring the obvious questions he has. What's wrong with them? Why are your parents in hospital beds? 

He turns slowly, and says nothing. But he presses his lips to the top of my head, kissing my hair. 

"I got you Charlie girl" he says, and my heart rips open, expanding in my chest as tears fill my eyes. Because I know what he means. I know what I got you in Kane King terms means. That he sees why I'm back in town. He sees why I'm working three jobs. He sees it all, and "I got you" means he's not going to let me do it alone. 

Tears drip down my cheeks and onto his shirt and he places me down on the bed gently. 

"Let me get you something to wear to bed." he says gently, sitting me upright. 

"you don't have to" I say and he cups my face, and presses another kiss to my head. 

"Knock it off Charlie girl" he whispers. 

There's a lump in my throat the size of the sun as he kisses my head a third time and then walks to my dresser. 

"Bottom drawer" I say , my voice choked up, tears still falling. But he doesnt say a word about my tears as he draws out a pair of sleep shorts and a matching tank top and walks back over to the bed. 

Kane helps me out of my shirt.

"don't look" I whimper and he smiles at me. 

"Don't be ridiculous Charlie girl, I've seen you in a bikini." he says. "this is just like that" he says quietly and then slips his hand behind my back. 

"Kane" I say. 

"I'm not looking, I promise" he says, unclapsing my bra and then I look up and sure enough  , his head is turned as he takes my bra and uses his hands to grab the tank top and lifts it over my head as I slide my arms through the holes, just barely managing to do it.

"Okay, you can look" I say and he looks back at me and smiles after I've pulled my tank top down.

"I dont need the shorts...can you just...my sneakers..and my pants." I say and he nods. 

"of course." he says. "Lay back Charlie" he says, placing a hand behind my head as I start to lean backwards to lay on the bed. His eyes me as he helps lower me to the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as he stands on the side of my bed, my legs hanging over the edge, and my breath hitches as his fingers brush the edge of my jeans , his fingers working the button, and then lowering the zipper. His eyes on me. 

"Im not lookin, promise" he says and my tears have stopped and I half laugh, and see the corner of his mouth turn up. He tugs them down, turning his head as my legs are bared.

"It's fine, i have underwear on" I say and he laughs. "And they're not even the sexy kind" I mutter and this makes him laugh a bit louder and he turns his head back and is pulling off my sneakers, and my pants down the rest of my legs, and then my socks from my feet.

"Agree to disagree" he says looking at my plain white panties. "Now get under the covers" he says, softly and I groan and then he's pulling the cover out froom under me as I lay my head on the pillow and he pulls them back up over me and then leans over.

"Goodnight Charlie" he whispers, kissing my forehead as my eyes stuggle to stay open.

"Good night" I sigh.

"can you set my alarm on my phone?" I ask, already half asleep.

"sure" He says quietly. I hum my thanks, and fall right asleep.