Carter (10 page)

I cracked a smile, only because I couldn’t help thinking of broody Carter getting all flustered because of sweet as pie Marlena. “It’s alright, I guess. It’s just pretty late for dinner, that’s all. I had a pizza pocket a half hour ago, and it’s almost eight o’clock now.”

“You don’t have to eat big.”

“I know.”

He looked at me apologetically and got off, his pained eyes taking me in once more. When he strode out of the bedroom, re-adjusting his man-bits, he tossed back over his shoulder, “Wear something nice.”

I froze, confused.

Since when had he ever told me to wear something nice?

I quickly got up and sorted through my very few clothes. The only nice thing I had that was suited for the weather was an emerald green tank top that paired with my black cardigan. I dug out my skinny jeans as well and slipped into them. I hurriedly combed my hair back and threw it up in a ponytail. I could hear Carter and Rome chatting indistinctly as I ducked into the bathroom and put on my make-up. Just light stuff, like mascara and lip gloss. If we were going to be out for a while, I might as well look good for Carter. I was still pissed at the missed opportunity in the bedroom, and my body was buzzing for more. Even my face still looked flustered.

I sighed and shrugged. Oh well, shit happens.

I left the bathroom and grabbed my black long winter boots and headed to the kitchen where they were. When they heard my footsteps, they stopped talking and turned to me. I slowed my steps at the strange smiles on their faces, and raised a brow.

“What?” I asked them.

Rome didn’t look like his normal self. He was wearing a very nice polo shirt with dark jeans, his dark hair styled nicely. It wasn’t like him to put so much effort into himself.

With a grin, Carter moved toward me, and took my face into his hand. “Nothing, Angel,” he muttered.

Well, okay then. I bent down and slipped into my boots, eyeing them curiously. Carter disappeared after that and changed. He emerged out of the bedroom in a tight black top and sexy faded jeans. His dirty blonde hair was still in its fuckable state, looking damn good as usual.

“So where are we going to eat?” I asked them.

“Probably at Whitespot or something,” Rome answered with a shrug.

“Is your mom and dad meeting us there, or…?”

“Yep.”

Righto.

I grabbed my purse and followed after them to the door, wondering what in the hell was going on. They were getting along with each other. Not even angry glares to be had.

Something was definitely up.

*

“I can’t believe you guys lied to me,” I snapped, staring at the club in awe as Rome pulled into a parking spot nearby.

It didn’t take me long to know they’d bullshitted me. They drove out of town and an hour and a half later we were inside Vancouver. It was only then they surprised me with a night out I wouldn’t forget.

“You’re going to get drunk tonight,” Rome told me, taking his seatbelt off after he’d parked. “No more hiding behind books and shit. We’re gonna fucking dance our asses off, you’re gonna sweat like crazy, and it’s gonna be awesome. Got it?”

No way was I going to get drunk – I was a horrific sight when I was – but I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. “I got it, I guess.”

“Good.”

We stepped out and it was raining and cold. Carter immediately took me into his side, shielding me as we raced to the entrance doors.

“I can’t believe
you
of all people tricked me,” I scolded him midway there.

“To be fair,” he returned, “It wasn’t all a lie. Marlena really did give me cookies.”

He held me tight, and I remember inhaling his scent and thinking if I had to be by his side the entire night, all would be fine.

*

I wasn’t drunk, but I’d had a couple drinks. I cut myself off in fear of getting smashed and not being able to stomach the alcohol. I didn’t want to ruin the night by puking on somebody. Dear god, the thought alone made my stomach swirl.

The club was huge and chaotic. People pressed against people. I’d never felt so disoriented, stuck in the middle of a room with blazing lights, shouting people, and thumping music that made me feel like my chest was vibrating along with the beat.

It was fucking awesome.

I felt alive for once. Nothing mattered to me. My past didn’t exist. Russell and Cheryl weren’t real in here. My uncertain future wasn’t dangling precariously in front of my face, burdening me with choices. I was a bomb that’d gone off in the best way possible, and I was with two of the best guys to ever grace my life.

Rome danced with me first, and Carter watched from afar, an intense look in his eyes. I hoped he wouldn’t get side-tracked by other girls. I’d already seen one approach him and get brushed off.

“We wanted you to have a good time!” Rome had shouted over the music, leaning into my ear so I could hear him. “We thought it was important you lived a little!”

I grinned back at him and screamed, “Thank you, Rome!”

Honestly, the fact these two put aside their differences just to give me a good night had me teetering on tears.

“Just be careful with Carter,” he told me gently. “I don’t want my girl hurt, alright?”

I nodded at him, my heart pinching in my chest and hugged him tightly. “Don’t worry! I’ve got it under control!”

He hugged me back, and then we danced some more, until he eventually had eyes for others. He slowly detached from me to dance with a girl close by. He kept a watchful eye on me as we danced, and I spun around, eyes on the ceiling, watching the world swirl before me.

Hands gripped around my waist, and the scent of Carter invaded my senses. My back sank into his hard chest. His lips pressed against my temple, and his hands slid down the sides of my body, pressing me against him. I smiled, and my blood pumped faster. I swayed my hips into him, moulding myself to his body.

“I wanna fucking eat you,” he growled into my ear. “You’ve got me so fucking worked up, woman.”

I laughed but I could hardly hear myself.

He turned me to him, and despite the upbeat music blaring all around us, he moved me slowly against him, raising my thigh with one hand and grinding into my centre along with the beat of the music. I had my arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him without care, because evidently a little bit of alcohol makes you lose your inhibitions.

Well, for me anyway.

I didn’t know if kissing him like this was okay. He kept things tame in public, but after working him up in the bedroom, he had completely loosened up. Here, he didn’t care about how much he was touching me. We were surrounded my strangers. For us, there was no such thing as labels in a place like this.

His free hand slid down my back, grabbing a handful of my ass to him. I felt him harden, and it made me turned on more than ever that he was just as swept away by our touch as I was.

“Jesus, Leah,” he muttered against my mouth. “I’d like to drag you somewhere quiet and taste every inch of you.”

I wanted the same.

But we kissed and ravaged each other on that floor instead. Tongue against tongue, my centre against his hardened cock, creating friction that nearly made me come right then and there. He kept his eyes on me, never once paying mind to the girls that were staring at him, wishing they were wrapped in his arms.

I loved that about him.

We did that for a couple hours. I knocked back another drink, but it wore off after an hour. I was on a high, fuelled solely by the adrenaline of being out of my comfort zone, and Carter was sober as a nun.

Rome, on the other hand… Well, he was a fucking disaster.

It was almost one in the morning and we had to practically carry him out. I was laughing, Carter was cursing, and Rome was talking gibberish. We opened his car door and threw him in the backseat, and he fell in a heap, his eyes glazed over on the verge of passing out.

“Leah,” he muttered as Carter made his way to the driver’s side.

“What?” I asked, grinning at him.

He motioned me to him and I had to climb into the car and over him to see what he wanted. His hand went up and stroked the side of my face, and that smile I wore slowly faded because he was staring at me in a way that I’d never seen before.

“It would have been me,” he slurred.

He passed out just then, his hand falling to his side. I stared at him with wide eyes, my body quaking just a little bit.

“What was he on about?” asked Carter, shutting the door after he’d slid in.

I shook my head. “Nothing, he’s just passed out.”

“Goddamn drunk, eh?”

I nodded slowly.

A goddamn drunk that said…just
what
exactly?

I climbed into the passenger seat beside Carter and told myself he was just being a stupid drunk, muttering shit that made little sense. Russell had done it for years.

Carter held my hand the entire way back, glancing at me almost every minute with a smirk playing at his lips.

“Are you drunk too?” he asked me, chuckling.

“No way,” I answered.

“Huh.”

He was probably freaked out because I’d situated my body facing him. I stared at him the entire way back, making out that gorgeous profile, wanting nothing more than to place my lips on his and check out from this world.

“When we die, we should have our mouths put together,” I told him without thinking.

His brows went up and he stared at me in surprise. “Should we, now?”

“Yeah,” I deadpanned.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I feel like I’m home kissing you.”

Okay, so maybe I was
slightly
tipsy. Or maybe just extremely happy. Or, hell, maybe it was the same thing. I didn’t know. I was just mesmerized by this man.

His smile vanished and he looked at me with pensive eyes and parted lips. I like to think he knew what I meant.

Or maybe it was all in my head.

Carter

Don’t do it.

The make out started the second he came back from delivering Rome to his bedroom. One minute I was taking off my boots and the next he had pinned me against the wall, kissing the shit out of me. It felt like an entire day’s worth of pent-up frustration finally being unleashed.

We undressed ourselves frantically on our way to my bedroom.

My cardigan and top went off.

His shirt went off.

His jeans came undone.

Mine came undone.

He picked me up, licking my collarbone and up my neck, burning me with throbbing lust wherever he touched.

He lowered me to the mattress, chest pressed against chest. Unclasping my bra, he buried his face between my breasts and I arched my back into him, moaning into the cool air as he flicked my nipple with his tongue.

Next my jeans came off and he groaned at the sight of me, so hungry for my body, he literally bit my hip and slid my thong off. His fingers roamed over my clit and between my folds, pushing gently into me as he situated his head between my legs. I grabbed at his hair and tried to pull him up, but he batted my hands away and pressed his mouth against my centre.

“God, Carter…” I shook uncontrollably, the pleasure so painfully intense.

He sucked and slowly pushed his fingers in and out of me, until I was grinding myself against his face and he was groaning like he loved it.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he grunted, teeth skimming flesh, making me quiver even harder. “I love it.”

I’d been wet since he nearly took me right here hours ago. My body felt like it’d been wavering on the edge of a cliff for an eternity, and I was close,
so
damn close to falling over. Just a few more thrusts of his fingers, a few more licks from that tongue and I was going to get there. I was going to fall so damn hard into the most exquisite orgasm in the history of all orgasms.

Which is why I let out an unattractive grunt when he backed off entirely. He sat up on his heels, and I bucked my hips up to him, asking him to finish me off. Instead, he pushed his jeans down, and his cock sprang free, hard and long, indicating of what was to come. He grabbed hold of it and pumped himself a couple times, staring fixedly between my legs with his tongue darting across his bottom lip.

Then he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew a condom. He stared down at it for a moment, his chest rising and falling speedily as his brows came together in contemplation.

We both sort of went still staring at it.

“You sure?” he asked me inaudibly.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

His hand shook before he tore it open. He stood up, kicking his jeans off entirely so that he was naked. My mouth went dry staring at him sheath himself. Then he dropped back down to me, and this time the lightness in his expression had long passed, replaced by a hunger that mirrored mine.

He kissed me, hard and long, sliding his tongue between my lips as his fingers roamed between my folds, moving in and out of me. I grabbed his length and pumped him slowly, the head of him lightly touching my lower abdomen, leaving behind the moisture that had built there. It was possibly the most erotic moment I’d ever had with him until that point, and it was only going to get hotter.

He removed his fingers from me and took hold of his hard cock, looking down between us as he lightly brushed it against me, teasing the outside of my sex. I ground my hips up, trying to hurry him along.

“This’ll hurt,” he told me, breathlessly.

“I know,” I replied, panting as though I’d run a marathon.

“Hold me tight.”

I did. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling so turned on I didn’t care about pain. His forehead pressed against me as he slowly pushed in. My body tensed, immediately feeling invaded in a way it had never been before. I gripped him hard, my fingernails digging into his back as he pushed a little harder, slipping in.

While the pleasure surged through me, a slow burning pain combined, making me both moan and then wince. He took his time, kissing me softly as he slid in further. I gripped him so hard, I didn’t know how far he was inside me, until he whispered, “There, baby, the worst is over.”

My body immediately relaxed, and to my surprise, he slid further in suddenly, and I gasped at the fullness of him.

“There we go,” he muttered. “When you were tense, your body wasn’t letting me in all the way.”

He stilled himself in that position, getting me used to the feeling. Jesus, it was different than I imagined. I knew I’d be filled, but I didn’t think I’d be filled enough to remove that ache I’d been longing to get rid of. Maybe it was Carter that was just big. Whatever it was, it had me shutting my eyes, basking in the feeling.

“Move,” I told him. “I want you to move now.”

He did. Very slowly. Moving in and out in long, deep strokes, taking his time only for the purpose of taking it easy on me. The pain was forgotten. My need for pleasure overshadowed it. I held him to me, burying my forehead in between his neck and shoulder as he sped up little by little.

“Does it feel good for you?” he asked me, dropping his head to the side of my face.

I nodded, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Yes.”

“Good, it feels amazing for me too, Leah.”

My arms slowly lowered, until I was gripping his ass with one hand, pulling him to me every time he withdrew. I felt like a firework about to go off. He needed to go a little harder, a little faster, and I’d be there.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him as I began to approach the peak. “Harder.”

He slammed into me a little harder, and I cried out, digging my nails into his flesh as the pleasure hit me, surging through my body, wracking me in tremors as I rode it out.

“Fuck, Leah…. Shit,” he groaned and stilled, coming as he gripped me tightly to him. I felt him jerk inside me, and he quivered, muttering curses until it was over.

Jesus. Shit. Fuck.

That was…

Incredible.