Chapter 13 – Charlie Bravo
I can’t believe I had sex with Eric in my office, in the middle of the day, with people all around. I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but I think a lot of it might have to do with the magic that man can work with my body. I’ve NEVER felt this good, sex NEVER felt this good.
After we ate our lukewarm burgers he left giving me another toe curling kiss before he went back to work. Amelia came through the door ten seconds later.
“What? Were you waiting in the hallway for him to leave?” I asked. I then blushed hoping that wasn’t the case because she might have heard what we’d been doing just twenty minutes earlier.
Her eyes scanned over me before asking, “Did Eric have some Sookie nookie for lunch?”
The scarlet red shade that covered my body answered her question.
Laughing at me she said, “Sookie, why are you embarrassed? If I had a man as fine as him I’d keep him chained up to my bed at home and never leave.”
Covering my face with my hands I said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I’m addicted to him.”
“So is it just the sex, or do you really like him?”
I dropped my hands from my face answering, “Of course I really like him. It’s not just the sex, although the sex IS amazing.”
Her eyes narrowed before asking, “Are you falling in love with him?”
Was I? I knew I liked him a whole lot. I didn’t want to be with anyone else, and I certainly didn’t want him to be with anyone else. I wasn’t sure. I had thought I loved Bill at the time, and his betrayal had crushed me. Looking back now I can see that I didn’t love him, I just loved the idea of being in love.
I felt much more cautious about giving in to that now. Eric and I hadn’t known each other very long and I already cared more about him than I had ever cared about Bill. But could I let myself love him? If I did and he ended up leaving me, I don’t think I’d be able to recover.
I just shrugged my shoulders answering, “We haven’t known each other that long.”
She looked at me as though she didn’t believe me saying, “I know Bill did a real number on you, but you can’t let what happened with him hold you back from allowing yourself to love again.” And with that, she walked back out.
The next few days went by quickly. We didn’t get any more leads on DeCastro or Madden. It had become an unspoken routine where Eric and I spent every night together at his place, but I would meet him at the diner for lunch if we were both free. I didn’t trust myself to have him alone in my office again.
That Friday after work I stopped by my condo, packed a bag for the weekend and drove over to Eric’s to pick him up. We were taking my car since Bubba was coming along and the three of us wouldn’t have fit in his corvette.
I was excited that he would be seeing the farmhouse and meeting Jason for the first time. On the drive there I told him stories of our childhood and about Gran and before I knew it we were pulling up the long gravel driveway.
Looking over at him in the passenger seat I smiled saying, “We’re here!” We both got out of the car and as soon as Eric let Bubba out of the back seat he took off running around the yard sniffing at everything. While Eric grabbed our bags I unlocked the door and started opening the windows in the kitchen and living room to let some fresh air in.
I had just turned to walk down the hallway to the bedroom when a picture hanging on the wall caught my attention. It was a picture of Gran in the kitchen. She had her apron on and was rolling out a pie crust on a Thanksgiving morning. I’d stood in the doorway quietly watching her when she looked out the window in front of her, lost in thought. I few moments later a smile appeared on her face and I snapped the picture before she turned to see me standing there. When I asked her later what it was that made her smile she said she was just thankful to have such a wonderful family.
I felt Eric’s arms wrap around my waist from behind and he rested his chin on top of my head looking at the picture in front of us. “Is that you’re Gran?”
“Yes,” I answered wistfully. “I really wish you could’ve met her. She would’ve loved you.”
He kissed the top of my head and said, “I wish I could’ve met her too. She was a beautiful woman. I can see that you take after her.”
Turning in his arms to face him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him. Pulling away I smiled and said, “You certainly are charming, aren’t you? Are you just trying to get on my good side so I’ll let you have your way with me?”
He grinned responding, “I was under the impression I was already on your good side.” He pulled my hips against his, holding them in place as he rubbed his growing erection against me. Leaning down to my ear he asked in a hoarse whisper, “Am I not lover?”
I felt a jolt down below and my nipples pebbled against his chest as I pulled his face back to mine for a kiss while I hooked my arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. Eric wasted no time and had my back pressed against the wall devouring my mouth with his while his hands made their way under my shirt. He had just unfastened my bra when the sound of Bubba barking outside broke us out of the lustful trance we were in.
We stayed in the same position until the sound of a car door slamming shut signaled we had unexpected company and the looks on both of our faces showed neither one of us was happy about that. I disentangled myself from around Eric and quickly refastened my bra.
As I heard the screen door opening I quickly stepped in front of him to block our unannounced visitor’s view of the raging hard-on Eric was sporting in his pants.
“Hey sis! I saw your car in the driveway when I was driving by.” Jason looked back and forth from me to Eric, his eyes narrowing into his big brother frown. I’m sure my face was all splotchy from Eric’s 5 o’clock shadow and our lips were swollen from the kissing he had just interrupted.
“Jason!” I ran over and hugged him. Turning to look at Eric I said, “This is my brother Jason. Jason, this is my boyfriend Eric.”
Jason looked him over appraisingly while Eric looked put out at being interrupted by my brother. Finally, Eric walked forward with a semi-forced smile and his hand held out in front of him to Jason saying, “Nice to meet you.”
As Jason shook his hand he said, “If you hurt my sister, you’ll be sorry,” before releasing his hand.
A genuine smile came onto Eric’s face then. “I would expect nothing less.”
Jason seemed to loosen up then as I just shook my head. Turning back to me he said, “So, you guys coming by tomorrow to go through the attic?”
“Yes, if that’s still okay with you. You don’t have plans do you?”
“Naw. I got some chores to do around the yard. If you want, we can barbecue some steaks out on the deck. You can make Gran’s potato salad.”
Jason always wanted me to make something of Gran’s whenever I was in town. He could grill meat, but that was the extent of his cooking skills.
“Sure Jason. I’ll make her apple pie too.”
His face lit up when he heard that. “Great! Well, I should get going. I got a date tonight.” He waggled his eyebrows. Jason was my brother and I loved him, but he was definitely a man-whore. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d slept with every single woman from here to Shreveport and some that weren’t single too.
I just shook my head at him. “Of course you do. Should I call first before coming over tomorrow in case you have company?”
He grinned replying, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” We said our goodbyes and he left.
As I stood looking through the screen door at Jason’s truck going down the driveway, I felt Eric’s arms wrapping around my waist from behind once again. He leaned down to my ear purring, “So, where were we before I got charlie bravoed by your brother?”
“Mhmm…cock blocked,” he explained as he kissed his way from my shoulder to my ear.
I sighed, fighting off the instant lust that overtook my body, and pushed away from him. “We’re going to have to pick up where we were with that particular activity later. We need groceries for the next couple of days and I need to get the ingredients for the potato salad and apple pie for tomorrow.”
He actually pouted and wasn’t amused when I laughed at him for it. He pulled me back up into his arms and held me against the doorframe while laying the mother of all kisses on me, grinding his hips into mine until all thoughts of anything else completely disappeared.
Just as I was about to start stripping him of his clothes he pulled away and walked outside saying, “Okay. I’ll get Bubba so we can get going.” I stood there stunned wondering what in the hell he was talking about. When he came back in a moment later with Bubba on his heels he chuckled at me. I still hadn’t moved from the spot he left me in.
Looking at him I asked, “And what do you call THAT?”
“What? Getting you all worked up and walking away? THAT would be a charlie tango.”
I kept looking at him waiting for an explanation before he said, “Cock tease.” I let out a huff and stomped away to get my purse earning me full out laughter from him.
I was still in a bad mood when we got in the car, but before I could put it in gear he reached over and kissed me, then whispering in my ear, “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get back.”
I let out an exasperated sigh and drove off thinking he damn well better make it up to me.
We decided to get dinner before we went shopping so I pulled into Merlotte’s Bar and Grill. I had waitressed there over the summers when I was going to college. The owner Sam, always had a thing for me, but I didn’t like him in that way. He was always more like a big brother to me.
We walked in hand in hand and as we stood there for a moment looking for an empty booth we were greeted with a chorus of “SOOKIE!” Everyone in the place had turned around to greet us. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to live in a small town where everyone knew you. I hadn’t been back to the farmhouse since the Bill break-up and I hadn’t left the house while I’d been there. I realized they hadn’t seen me in at least six months.
Sporting my trademark blush I raised a hand and said, “Hi.” Sam, who had been behind the bar, walked over and gave me a big hug, earning a glare from Eric.
I pulled back saying, “Hey Sam. How’ve you been?”
I stood there watching the two of them sizing each other up before he replied, “Oh, you know. Same as always. Who’s your friend?”
Apparently that was Eric’s cue to show him what type of friends we were because he put his arm around my waist and pulled me up against his side saying, “I’m her boyfriend Eric.”
I waited a few more moments until I decided they wouldn’t be whiping them out and asking me to fetch a ruler just yet, although I didn’t rule it out. “Yes Sam, this is my boyfriend Eric. Eric, this is the owner, Sam.”
Neither one of them held out their hand so I told Sam we’d catch up later and dragged Eric to an empty booth. We had just sat down when Mrs. Fortenberry, a friend of Gran’s and the town gossip, came over to our table.
She kept her eyes on Eric as she said, “Sookie! Look at you! We haven’t seen you in a long time. Who’s your fella?”
I grinned staring at her until she finally tore her eyes away from Eric before responding, “Mrs. Fortenberry, this is my boyfriend Eric Northman. Eric, this is my Gran’s oldest friend, Mrs. Fortenberry.”
She fluffed at her hair and scolded, “Now, Sookie. I’m not THAT old.” If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was flirting with Eric given that she was batting her eyelashes at him like she was caught in a sandstorm.
Eric must have caught on and put his Mr. Charming skills to work. He took her hand and kissed the top of it saying, “Did you go to school with Sookie? Surely you’re not much older than her,” he ended with his panty-melting smile.
Her whole face blushed as she giggled, “Oh, you’re a keeper, that’s for sure.” She walked away telling me to keep him in sight or else she was gonna take him home with her.
Laughing I told him, “Oh, you’re done for now. Before the night is over every female over the age of 50 in the town of Bon Temps will know your name and want the same treatment when they see you. They’ll probably be lined up at the house when we get back.”
We ate a quick dinner and headed to the Super WalMart in Monroe where we got everything we needed for the weekend. On the drive back Eric was doing his best to get started making up his earlier ‘charlie tango’ actions. By the time we pulled up to the house I considered just jumping into the passenger seat with him, but it was too hot.
We hopped out of the car grabbing all of the bags and nearly ran up to the front door with every intention of finishing what we’d started once we got inside. We had just gotten into the kitchen and dropped the bags on the table when he had me pressed up against the refrigerator, both of us trying to get the other out of their clothes when someone rang the doorbell.
We both stopped mid-grope and I panted out, “Good Lord, what now?” Eric looked like he was in pain. I imagined he must have blue balls by now. We straightened our clothes and I went to the front door opening it to find my childhood girlfriend Tara standing there crying. I hadn’t seen her in a while, but we still kept in touch. No matter how much time went by, whenever we were together it was as if no time had passed at all. She had been my only real friend growing up.
Taking her into my arms I hugged her asking, “Tara, what’s wrong?”
“Oh Sookie, JB and I got into a fight and I walked out. I went to Merlotte’s and heard you were in town so I came here. Would it be alright if I stayed here tonight? I stopped and got ice cream so we can stay up all night and bad mouth him.” She held up a plastic shopping bag with two gallons of ice cream in it while she hicupped and sniffed the whole time.
Eric and I exchanged looks while I was still hugging her. I tried to express with a look that I really had no choice but to say ok. He rolled his eyes and mouthed the words ‘charlie bravo’ while pointing at her.
Trying not to laugh I led her into the living room and, after introducing her to Eric, got out the bowls and spoons for our all night trash talk.