Bastard (35 page)

Reaching up, she runs her hand down the side of my face. “I missed you when you left,” she admits.

“I missed you too,” I reply, lifting my hand and brushing her hair off her face. “So much.” Straightening up again, I untie the string on my pyjama bottoms, letting them fall around my ankles. Stepping out of them, I kneel on the bed before climbing on top of her. My cock is so hard for her it hurts. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Please say yes.

“Yes. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” I smile at her words. She is too, but there’s also a twinge of uncertainty on her face. “You’re not going to run away again are you, like last time?”

“I couldn’t leave you again if I tried,” I admit. And that’s the truth. She’s it for me. I want her. I fucking need her. I’ve denied my heart long enough. My life without her in it is something I don’t want to experience again. “If the past five years have taught me anything, it’s that I’m nothing without you.” My confession brings tears to her eyes. Fuck me if I don’t mean every word.

Raising her arms, she slides her hands around the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers. I groan into her mouth. I agree, enough talking.
My
girl is lying beneath me, ripe, ready and naked. I’ve waited years for the chance to devour her again. There’ll be plenty of time for words later.

My hand is trembling as it caresses over her heavenly body. I never get nervous before sex, but for some reason I am now. This moment seems too good to be true. My heart is beating out of my chest.
Pull your shit together, Reynolds.
This isn’t just some random hook-up. Tonight I need to bring my fucking A game.

I need to show her that I’m the one she wants. I need to erase any memories she has of that
wanker
and their time together. She’s mine now, and that’s the way it’s gonna stay. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that happens.

My hands skim over her toned stomach heading towards her little piece of heaven. The place I’ve been dying to touch, to taste. Using my knee to open her legs wider, I run my fingers over her mound until I reach her clit. Fuck, she’s so wet for me. “Christ, I’ve missed your pussy,” I say as my mouth kisses a trail down her neck.

She moans, pushing her hips forward as I slide through her wetness before slipping a finger inside. I’ve missed those sexy as fuck little whimpers she makes when she’s turned on.

I already feel like I’m on the edge and I’m not even inside her yet. My fingers continue to work their magic until she’s coming undone. This is going to be her first of many orgasms tonight. I’m not going to stop until she’s passed out from exhaustion. I need to get my fill of her, and I have five years’ worth to make up for.

“I forgot how skilled you were with your hands,” she breathes coming down from her bliss.

“I’ll remind you again later,” I tell her, sucking one of her perfect tits into my mouth while kneading the other one with my hand. I’m not going to stop until I’ve tasted every fucking inch of her. “First I need to get you reacquainted with my mouth and my cock.”

“I look forward to it,” she replies, threading her fingers through my hair and lifting my face to make eye contact with her. “But your mouth can come later.” The flush from her arousal spread over her flawless skin turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. Especially since I was the one responsible for putting it there. “I need you inside me. I’ve missed that connection with you more than anything,” she pleads. I’ve missed it too. Nobody has ever been able to make me feel the things she does.

“You don’t need to ask me twice,” I say placing a soft kiss on her lips as I reach for the drawer next to my bed. “The sooner I’m buried balls deep in your heaven, the better.”

Once I’ve retrieved the condom, I kneel back on my haunches and roll it on. Her spectacular green eyes watch my every move. I smile down at her. I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be given a second chance. I can assure you I won’t fuck it up this time.

When she opens her legs for me I settle in between them, leaning on both elbows to take the weight. My heart is beating out of my chest with anticipation of what’s to come. I know once I take her this time, there’s no going back for either of us. I want this so bad.

“I’m not sure how long this is gonna last,” I confess as I look deep into her eyes. She’s mesmerising. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast this time round. Then I’ll take my sweet time with you, okay?”

“God, yes,” she whimpers as her hands skim down my back before resting on my arse. Her electrifying touch sends shock waves coursing through me. It’s so powerful. She brings every inch of me to life. Her fingers dig into my arse cheeks, pulling me forward towards her opening.

As soon as the head of my cock is inside her, I’m already throwing back my head and groaning. She’s so tight, just like I remember. By the time I’m all the way in, I feel like I’m on the edge. Fuck I’ve missed this. She pushes her head back into the pillow and lets out a sound of pure ecstasy. I know exactly how she feels. Together we’re magic. We were fucking made for each other. There’s no denying it.

My hand runs down her side to her hip, holding her in place. I pull out to the tip and thrust back in.
Fuck.
I’ll be lucky if I last a minute. Indi’s hands find their way into my hair again, pulling my face towards hers. “Fuck me, Carter,” she whispers against my mouth before deepening the kiss. I plan to. Christ I love the way she kisses me.

“Sweet Jesus,” I groan. If she keeps talking like that it will be over before it even starts. My fingers dig deeper into her hip as I pick up the pace. She feels like home. Fucking home. Her pussy was made just for me. Only me. No one will ever touch what’s mine again.

By some miracle, I manage to hold out until she comes again. As soon as her pussy constricts, contracting around my cock like a vice, I lose it. “Indi,” I practically scream as my body starts to shudder before stilling. My orgasm is so intense I swear I’m seeing fucking stars by the time it’s over. If I could climb inside her pussy, I’d never leave. We’re both trying to catch our breath when I collapse down on her chest. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m wonderful,” she says, turning her head to the side and placing her lips on my cheek. “Never been better.”

Lifting my head, I smile down at her. Christ she’s beautiful. My hand comes up to brush back a few strands of hair that are stuck to her forehead from perspiration. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too,” she says cupping my cheek with her hand. “Please don’t hurt me again, Carter.” Her words cut. I hate that I hurt her, but doesn’t she realise I was hurting too?

“Never,” I reply. “You’re mine now, you know that right? Nobody else is allowed to touch you. Only me.” She smiles, cocking one of her eyebrows.

“Is that so?” she asks narrowing her eyes slightly. I suppress my smile. I don’t want her to think I’m joking about this, because I’m not.

“Damn straight,” I say with all seriousness.

“Well, that works both ways, just so you know.”

“You’re all I want. All I’ve ever wanted,” I confess as my lips find hers again. I’m still inside her and my cock is already hardening again. “Ready for round two?”

“God yes,” she whimpers, making my lips curve up.

“That’s my girl,” I breathe placing a soft kiss on her lips. This time I’m gonna take my sweet time with her. I have all night to get reacquainted with this luscious body of hers. Reaching for her hands, I pin them above her head before lacing our fingers together. My lips trail a path across her jaw and down her neck as I push my hips forward, rocking into her tight little pussy with slow, short, agonising strokes. I want to stay like this forever. Closing my eyes, I find myself wishing for a lifetime of moments with her. My heart burns for her.

It always has, and it always will.
She’s my addiction, my air.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Indiana

Carter and I stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. If we weren’t being intimate with each other, we were lying in each other’s arms talking. I’m so glad I worked up the courage to come over here, because this whole experience has been magical. Even better than our first time together. Nothing’s changed, but everything’s changed if that makes sense. We’re not kids anymore. We’re adults, making adult decisions and having adult feelings. Although there’s a tiny part of me that’s terrified he’s going to leave again, my heart believes he won’t. I hope my heart’s right.

The alternative is incomprehensible. Last night I let down all my barriers. I think he did too. He was nothing like the old smartarse Carter. He was loving, attentive, and extremely sweet. I gave him everything. Every piece of me. Even my heart. Last night just confirmed that I’m still in love with him. He’s it for me. What Mark and I shared doesn’t even compare to what Carter and I have when we’re together. It’s mind-blowing.

We stayed in bed until late Sunday afternoon. I woke midmorning to find him lying beside me watching me sleep. It was a little daunting. I hope I wasn’t dribbling or anything. I woke again a few hours later to his smiling face between my legs. Let me just say it’s an amazing way to be woken up. We’ve had so much sex, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to walk when we finally get up.

We need to get out of bed soon. Elizabeth is cooking dinner for us. She found out I was in here with Carter when he snuck out to the kitchen to get us some food. Apparently my dad is coming over as well.

I’ll have to go home to shower and change. I only have the dressing gown I wore here last night. That’s definitely not appropriate for dinner attire. Especially since it’s with our parents.

“I suppose I better go home and shower,” I tell him, rolling on to my side to face him.

“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he replies, pulling me into him. “Shower here, with me.”

“I have to go home. I have no clothes.” When he smiles sheepishly, I know he’s concocting a plan.

“If I get you some clothes, will you stay and shower with me?” He raises his eyebrows, hopefully. I love his sweet side. It’s adorable.

“What? You’re going to go to my room and pick me out something to wear?” I ask, intrigued and a tad horrified.

“Hell yeah. Don’t you trust me?” With a smile like that, I don’t think so.

“Definitely not,” I screech. He flips me onto my back and pins me to the mattress. “I can just imagine what you’d choose. We’re eating with our parents remember?” The look on his face has me smiling. He’s trying to act offended, but I know he’s not. He knows I’m right. He’ll probably dress me like a damn hooker. The skimpier the better. I know his type.

“I’ll prove you wrong,” he says leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on my nose before pushing himself up and off the bed.

“Carter. I’ll go and get something and come back and shower with you,” I offer, sitting up.

“No need. I’ve got this.” He winks at me as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Got this my arse. I’m not sure how I feel about him going through my drawers. I have nothing incriminating in there. Well I hope I don’t.

When he jumps out the window, I get up and grab one of his T-Shirts, pulling it over my head. By the time I rush towards the glass he’s already inside my room. Ugh! This should be interesting.

He’s back a few minutes later looking all pleased with himself. When he passes me his selection through the window, I burst out laughing. A tiny pair of shorts and a skimpy little top. I knew it. I know him better than he thinks.

“You do realise it’s winter, don’t you?”

“You don’t need warm clothes, you’ve got me,” he smirks. I shake my head. I can’t help but laugh at his serious face.

“Can you go and grab something more suitable? Better still, let me do it,” I say rolling my eyes.

“So you’re not going to wear these?” he asks, taking them out of my hand and holding them up, disappointed. “I wanna see you in these, you’ll look hot.” I start to laugh. 

“I’m not wearing that to dinner, Carter.”

“Will you dress in them later when we’re alone?” The pleading look on his face has me nodding my head.

“But not for dinner.” I lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Fine,” he says, his shoulders slightly slumping. “I’ll go get something a little less revealing.” Before I get a chance to protest, he’s heading towards my house again.

“I need underwear too, by the way.”

“I’m on it,” he calls out, looking over his shoulder before hauling himself into my room. My eyes are glued to his arse. God it really is one fine arse. Round, tight, and delicious.

A few minutes later he reappears at my window smiling like a fool. My gaze moves to the black lace teddy in his hand.
Far out.
He’s going through my underwear drawer. I shake my head vigorously, but he nods before screwing it up and stuffing it in his pocket. I bury my face in my hands. I knew this was a bad idea.

I can’t help but admire the strain of his muscles when he uses his arms to push himself through the window of his room a few minutes later. He really is a sight. This time he has a red hoody and a pair of black yoga pants in his hand.
That’s more like it.
His smile grows when he passes me my black lace bra and matching panties. 

“Fuck you have some sexy underwear,” he says with a whistle. “I’m expecting a fashion parade in the near future.”

“I don’t think so,” I laugh as I snatch my clothes out of his other hand. “And the teddy you stashed in your pocket,” I demand holding my hand out to him.

“Fuck no. That’s for later,” he replies as he pulls it out, placing it into the top drawer of his bedside table. “So is this,” he adds, pulling my pink vibrator out of his back pocket.
Fucking hell.
I’d forgotten that was in there.

“Give me that,” I snap as I lunge towards him, but he’s too quick. He raises his arm, holding it high in the air so I can’t reach. When I jump to try and grab it, he starts laughing. “Carter,” I whine. “Give it to me.”

“Sorry, beautiful. I can’t do that. From this day forward, I forbid you to use it without my permission. If you want to get off by a toy,” he says waving it in my face, “then I’m gonna watch.” Forbid me my arse. Who the hell does he think he is?