Along Came Charlie Read Online S.L. Scott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
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“Love me,” she whispers, weaving her fingers into my hair and pulling me down to her.

“Always. I’ll always love you,” I reply honestly. I kiss her with all of my love while pushing into her warm and welcoming body.

Making love to her is unlike any experience I’ve ever had. I make love to her with my soul as much as my body, giving her all of me. She returns every emotion she feels for me within each movement and sound. Every time we’re connected this way, I’m reminded of how fortunate we are to have found each other.

One month later, I’m chasing her through a field of giant sunflowers. Her voice is music that floats in the wind, a melody of laughter and sweetness to my ears. After we exit the field near the farmhouse, she drops down onto the green grass, spreading her arms and legs out, relaxed and beautiful.

I collapse next her and stare up at the wide blue skies while trying to regain my breath.

“Kansas is just as wonderful as you are, Charlie,” she says. The happiness in her tone is heard in every word. “Tell me about the adventures you had here.”

“I was an only child, so I daydreamed a lot. When I was here, the fields were never-ending, the flowers seemed taller, and my imagination was boundless.”

I turn to look at her. Her eyes are closed, her face shadowed by her hat. The sun is starting to set, and although I know we should go inside and think about dinner, I don’t want this carefree joy to end.

She suddenly stands and moves to block the sun from my eyes. All I see is an angel in a white dress and a Mets cap with a sun halo. The silhouette of her body, two curving lines from the top of her head down her sides to her feet, can be seen. “That dress is see-through, you know.” I tilt my head and admire her body.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “No problem here.”

She looks over her shoulder toward the flowers, and with her body turned to the side, I can see the silhouette of her little baby bump. Four months along.

But I also notice other things. I sit up, resting back on my hands. “Are you wearing panties under there?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I have my ways of finding out.”

She hikes her skirt up and straddles my lap. “I just bet you do.”

“How much?”

She purses her lips and squints while looking up in contemplation. “I’ll bet the farm on it.”

“You’re willing to gamble this place?”

“I am. It’s kind of a win-win here. Even if I lose, you win, which technically means I win, too.”

“I love those crazy thoughts of yours.”

“Is that all you love?” She waggles her eyebrows at me.

I hold her in place as I lie back down. “I love everything about you. But, let’s get to the important part. You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

That makes her laugh as the breeze blows around us. “Never, but I’m woman enough to admit it.”

“You’re all woman, all right,” I say, carefully rolling on top of her.

“We should go inside, Mr. Smuggy.”

“You love my smugginess.”

“Smugginess isn’t a word.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I think this is how we got into this mess in the first place,” she says, squirming beneath me to tease.

“If by mess, you mean love, then it’s absolutely how we fell in . . . mess.”

She laughs as she playfully pulls me even closer. “Less talking and more kissing.”

I listen to the woman. She’s very smart.

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Happily ever messiness. . .


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