Come Home Bad Boy (16 page)

There was a fierce need inside of me to feel her pussy warming from the touch of my fingers. I pulled my cock out to stroke it; it was solid, ready to be gripped firmly as my hand slid up and down.

I imagined I was back at her office, no chains, full range of motion with both arms. I wanted to grab her and pull her in, run my thumb down her cheek and over her chin. I would see her lip glisten after her tongue ran over it, ready for me to kiss her.

Quicker, I pumped my shaft, picturing how I'd grab her blouse and tear it from her breasts, exposing her soft, supple nipples for me to suck. I wanted to run my tongue over each one, feel them harden against my lips. I could see her tilting her head back and moaning, wanting me to keep going.

My erection was in full force, my fist strengthened around my length. I pretended it was her hand wrapped around me, my eyes closing tight as the dream continued. 

Charlie gripped forcefully around my hardened member, it was ready to explode. I could see myself sucking her tits, squeezing them between my hands, her body arching with excitement.

I would run my fingers over her stomach and across the top of her panties, teasing her, waiting for her to force my hand inside them. Her hips would sway with anticipation, my fingers reaching for her dripping pussy.

I have to fuck her, I need to feel that pussy wrapped around me.

Heat rippled down into my belly. Panting, I ground into my own palm with desperation. Groaning through my teeth, I fought to stay silent while the pleasure turned my core into a furnace.

Charlie... fuck, Charlie!

I exploded all over my hand. The warm ooze flowed down my palm, tension leaving me in waves.
Shit!
I thought as I realized I hadn't prepared for this self gratification, I had no rag for clean up.

Fuck it. Doesn't really matter, it's just me in here.

My body was loose through every muscle; a good hand job does wonders for the mind. I would have preferred having Charlie in the flesh, but the fantasy would do for now.

I can't leave here without making her mine at least once. I'll get what I want, I need her
. That woman was all I dreamed about from the moment I woke till I drifted into sleep.

She's going to be a challenge, but one I'll conquer.

I shifted around until I found a sock stuffed between the bed and the wall.
This will do.
I cleaned my hand and threw the sock down next to the sink.

It was late, the lights had gone out a little while ago, but no hint of exhaustion rested in my body. My mind was in a state of turmoil over how strongly I wanted Charlie, how essential it was for me to have her.

I couldn't leave here without getting my way with her.

I wanted more... so much more.

But once would have to do.

All these years I'd waited for the day I would be free, that was what drove me. Charlie drove me now, she gave me energy and desire and too much heat inside my body.

I had thought my lust for freedom could never be shadowed by anything else.

I was wrong.

Charlie

T
he chime went off as I entered the Coffee Bean. I had an hour before I needed to be at work. A good friend of mine, Sara, was meeting me here so we could catch up some.

I had gone to school with her, we'd had a class on group therapy together. After school she'd moved here, to Greene.

Seeing her would be a relief. It's a good feeling, having a friend so far from home.

I glanced around the room, looking for her recognizable red mane. I'd never been here before. The walls were pasted with famous people, bright red chairs were perched at every table. There were multiple outlets against the walls of each nook.

This place has some character for a coffee chain.

“Hey, Charlie! Over here!” Her loud New Yorker accent filled the room. Sara stood and waved me over. Every head in the coffee house turned, their attention on me and my friend. Around here, the folks were quiet and reserved.

They weren't ready for women like Sara.

Sara had a very different type of personality for this area; she was bold and outspoken. Here, everyone talked behind closed doors. It was an old school town were whispers crept as you walked by.

We both had a tendency to say too much. I think that's what made us such good friends.

“Hey lady, how are things?” she said as she leaned in for a hug.

“Ah, they're good I guess.” My nose wrinkled when I spoke the words. I had so much conflict with the feelings I had for Owen. I knew I couldn't tell her about it. It was unethical for me to have any desire for him at all. Unethical,
and
illegal.

But I couldn't stop thinking about him.

She blinked, holding me by the shoulders. “What's wrong?”

“It's nothing really, just the usual stuff. New job, new town, new boss. A whole lot of changes for a southern girl.”

“Yeah, well, it could be worse,” she said with a hollow laugh. “You could be in the midst of an ugly break up, like myself.” Sara released me, toying with her hair. “Frigging jerk, doesn't call me for two days and
I'm
the bad guy. I don't think so.”

I bit back a small smile. “Isn't this the third or fourth time you guys split?”

“It's the third, but that's not the point!”

Eyeing her pout, I shook my head and chuckled. “You really are something. Well, I'm sure you guys will work it out.” As much as the world around me might have changed, other things stayed the same.

“Yeah, we probably will,” she said. “I guess I love him. A little.” Her laugh echoed through the building. Again, every set of eyes turned to us. “So tell me about your new job, how do you like it? I can't believe you're working there. That prison is creepy, even from the outside.”

I watched her pour three sugars into her coffee and sip it. “Still have a sweet tooth, huh?” I had to say it, the woman had been sweetening everything for years, even her vegetables. It was no wonder she was so high strung.

“Ha! Yeah. It's good, I swear. I don't just do it to help me get through the morning.” Sara squinted at me, pointing with her coffee cup. “Don't change the subject. How's work?”

“I like it, it's definitely different. I don't really care for the warden, but overall it's going well.” I wanted to yell,
I have a crush on an inmate! I can't get him out of  my head!
But I couldn't do that. She would definitely disapprove, and probably smack me.

Maybe I should tell her, I could use a good slap to bring me back to reality.

Even the mere idea of touching—god, fucking—Owen was breaking a major rule for patient and doctor relationships. I really wished I could tell someone what was going on in my head.

“That's it, huh? That's the reason you give me when I can see things for you suck face? I don't buy it. When you're ready to tell me, let me know.” She sipped her espresso and rolled her eyes. Sara knew me too well, she'd realized I wasn't being honest.

I sighed violently. “It's complicated, let's just leave it at that.”

We spent the rest of the time catching up on her social life and laughing about our college days. It felt good to have my mind redirected for the moment. I was relieved to be thinking about something other than him.

Yet, he still weighed on my thoughts. The issue was just paused for the moment.

Glancing up, I saw the room was clearing. The morning coffee rush was over, but that meant... “Shit! What time is it? I have to be at work for eleven.” I glanced down at my phone and saw I had fifteen minutes to get to the prison. “I have to go, sorry! We need to do this again!” I stood up swiftly and frantically grabbed my things.

She jumped up, sticking her arms in her coat. “I have to go too, I'll walk out with you.”

We exited to the street, getting blasted by the cool air. The snow fell at a steady pace, a thick layer already covered the ground. The road was hardly visible beneath the white blanket that coated it.

“I'm over there.” I pointed to the right. Just then, I noticed a small dog briskly walking across the street in my peripheral vision. He looked mangy, most likely a stray.

Poor thing stuck out in the cold.
I hated seeing pets without a home. Who would abandon an animal like that?

My ears pricked at the sound of tires squealing. In front of me, a car slid into the intersection. I knew something was wrong when it twisted, losing traction as it glided on the snow.

I watched in slow motion as it barreled towards the defenseless dog.

No!

I threw my purse down and burst into the road. I pushed myself, desperately trying to reach the dog before the inevitable happened. There was no care for my own safety. In that moment, all that mattered was the frail animal.

I'll save it, I have to! Oh god, please!

My eyes grew large and my heart raced as I watched the dog make a feeble attempt to run out of the way. His small feet tried to scramble, but the icy conditions made it impossible.

A high pitched whimper split the air.

I was too late.

The car slid into a snow bank, coming to a halt with a metallic crunch.

My heart sank in my chest. Not once did I slow down, I hurried until I neared the body of the dog. From the corner of my eye, I watched as everyone ran to the aid of the driver. They helped push the vehicle out of the snow, but no one was coming to help the dog.

Somehow, the responsibility had fallen to me.

Kneeling down, I touched the cold, shivering body of the animal. It was a small dog, some sort of mutt. The white fur on its side was stained with blood.

I had almost forgotten Sara was there until she crouched beside me.

“Wow, that was crazy, huh? Is he alright?” she asked as she rummaged around through her purse. Her tone was much more casual than I would've expected.

“Sara, call the animal hospital, let them know I'm on my way with a dog that just got hit.” I removed my scarf and proceeded to carefully wrap him inside it.

“Charlie, it's just a stray. Don't you have to be at work?”

I glared up at her, forehead knotted, saying nothing. She could see how concerned and upset I was. Immediately, her demeanor changed.

Plunging her hand into jacket pocket, she pulled her phone out. “Okay, I'm calling.”

Turning back to the animal, I curled it in the scarf and pulled him to my chest. I didn't care if he was a stray or not, he was a living creature. I couldn't leave knowing he needed help.

I carried him carefully over to my car. He was breathing heavily in my arms. A soft whimper escaped as he looked up at me.

“Don't worry, I'm going to get you help,” I whispered as I approached my vehicle. I rested him delicately on my passenger seat.

I hope he's going to be alright. Poor thing.
I softly pet the top of his head, his eyes looking up at me in distress. Tears welled up and fell as I looked down at him, knowing he was in pain.

Hopping into my seat, I turned my key in the ignition and sped as quickly as I could down the icy road. I wanted to floor it, but I didn't want a repeat of the earlier accident.

On the drive to the animal hospital I pulled out my phone and dialed the prison. “Glen, it's Charlie. I need you to cancel my first two appointments today. I'm going to be late.”

When I was kid, my grandfather owned a farm. I would go visit every summer and  I always loved helping with the different animals. As much as I enjoyed my profession, there was a special place in my heart for animals. They didn't have a voice of their own, they couldn't ask for help if they needed it.

If I thought about it, there was a connection between those creatures and the people I sought to save.

The drive felt like it took forever. Finally, I pulled into the hospital parking lot. Carefully lifting the dog back into my arms, I shoved out of the door. My knees were still wet from the snow and slush on the ground.

I can't believe this happened. I'm going to make sure he gets everything he needs. I really hope the injuries aren't too bad.

“You're going to be okay, shh.” I tried to console the whimpering dog. Kicking the front entrance open, I ran up to the front desk.

The staff member there looked up at me. “What can we do for you?”

“He was hit by a car and needs help right now!” I shouted, clutching the ragged, dirty dog. Tears had left streaks down my cheeks.

The hospital worker reached out for him. It was hard for me to pass him off, my grip tightening around his frail, quivering body.

He's so helpless, how do I know they'll give the same attention to this lone dog as they would to a family pet?

“My name is Dave,” the staff member said calmly. “We will take good care of your dog. Please let me see him.” Reluctantly, I did so. “You said a car hit him?”

My hands dug into my jacket. “It lost control on the icy road.”

Dave nodded, making me wait as he carried the dog into a room. I was anxious, so when he returned, I jumped forward. “Will he be okay?”

“He'll be fine. Let me get your information, okay?”

Dave took down my name and number so he could call about how the dog was after they examined and treated him. Inhaling until my chest hurt, I felt drained as my adrenaline faded. Then, I spotted the clock above the front desk. It was already noon.

Shit, I need to go!

As much as I wished I could stay to be there for him, I needed to get to work.

My body fell like dead weight into the driver's seat of my car. I couldn't believe how my day had turned.
I hope they call me soon with an update.
That sad, injured face haunted my mind.

Before leaving the hospital I glanced at myself in the mirror. The traumatic event had left me looking ragged.
I can't go into work looking like this.
Black was smeared halfway down my cheek bones from my eyes, my hair was twisted in different directions and wet from the falling snow.

As I fixed myself quickly, the empathy I felt for the dog swam up again. It was overwhelming.
He's going to be fine, he's getting help.
I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself on the ride to the correctional facility.