Love Without End (4 page)

Once we arrive at my place, I begin to realize just how much I had to drink, fortunately seeing the looks on Carter and Braydon’s faces are sobering me up quickly. Perhaps having a car pick me up wasn’t a clear enough sign that I wasn’t struggling financially these days, at least I have Brie to be my rock.

“What are you two weirdoes gawking at? It’s just a house, a huge fucking house, but a house. Let’s go, Hannah Banana has a pool and hot tub and room for all of us.” Brie spews as she crawls over everyone to get out of the car. I snicker at her excitement because she’s lived with me since she made her way down here. Marcus, my driver, takes the baggage to the door and departs as everyone makes their way inside. I touch a few buttons on the control panel and the house comes to life, the foyer lights slowly brighten illuminating the path of the house just as Brielle grabs a hold their arms and takes them on a tour.

Wandering aimlessly into my suite just past the foyer and library on the west side of the house, I slip off my shoes and shrug out of my work attire and slip an old hoody over a white cami and loose grey Nike yoga pants. Once changed, I make my way into the adjoining master bathroom and pull my hair up in a loose ponytail, brush my teeth and then head back into the family room. Brie and I are always on the same wavelength, and I cannot help but laugh has she bobs down the stairs in her lounge wear. Pushing up off the oversized leather chair, I stride into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a banana just as the guys join us. “Please, make yourself at home,” my mouth full speaking around the banana. “Drinks and food, are in the fridge and pantry over there and cups and plates are over here.” I start to laugh as I flail my arms around like air traffic control.

Brielle and Braydon make their way outside to give Carter and me some space, although I am unsure why as neither of us asked for it. But who am I to rain on her gettin some parade. “Hannah, we should talk... I mean, I think… I know we need to talk.” Carter says once they are outside. Okay well perhaps Carter did ask for space, way to leave me, best friend! I pop my shoulders as I take a drink of my water, drinking both it and him in. I just noticed he changed into athletic shorts and a grey muscle shirt. Pulling the water away I lick my lips as my eyes glide back up his body then to his eyes seeing them sear into me, knowing I am busted and I don’t even care. I quirk a brow, wink, and saunter off into the family room shaking it just right, knowing he is watching.

“Carter, I don’t want to talk. Frankly, if I wanted to discuss anything of my past, our past, I would not have left the way I did. Please tell me you noticed that. I am happy here, with my job, my house. Life is simple.” I stop talking and look over to see him leaning against the stairwell scowling. “Don’t look at me like that! You want to talk, I don’t. Why did you come all the way here? I have nothing to offer you. Let me guess you didn’t hear that part two years ago either?” I sigh before standing back up out of my comfy chair I had just plopped into and head towards my room.

“You may not want to talk, but it’s going to happen. I am not leaving until it does, and I know you love this life of yours so fucking much that you aren’t going to take off running this time either.” I roll my eyes as I walk past him talking to me, I thought I left this shit in Missouri. Stopping, I turn around to tell him goodnight and to make himself comfortable. After taking a deep breath in and letting it out, I pivot around and continue to my destination. His footsteps are loud and quick behind me, my heart begins to race, and I know I cannot be left alone with him, especially when I’m wound this tight. His arm envelops my waist and his mouth is at my ear, “Hannah, I’m sorry.” Just as I turn, he claims my mouth, his tongue seeking entrance, slowly parting my lips as I give into the kiss. My heart throbs and my knees weaken as my hands find the edges of his muscle shirt, squeezing so tight my knuckles turn white. After a few moments of frenzied passion, I push away from Carter’s embrace, my lips still tingling from the unexpected assault and rush into my room.

What the hell was that!? Holy shit I missed those lips, no wait, no, I didn’t. Who am I kidding, I want more. I pull my sweatshirt off and onto the floor chastising myself wanting to jump him like a hooch in heat. Shaking off the want and desire, I decide to take matters into my own hands, it’s not as if I haven’t worked out this type of issue alone before. Stripping off my pants leaving just my thong and cami, I climb into my plush bed and try to settle in, but after fifteen minutes I throw the covers off. I am breathless, replaying the kiss I just shared with Carter. I can’t help but imagine him here with me, beside me, gently caressing my skin with his fingertips, feeling my pebbled nipples and swollen breasts, or taking care of the undeniable heat radiating from the apex of my thighs.

Slowly I trace my fingertips along the lines of my cami starting at my shoulder moving towards the scoop neck ribbing that meets just at my bust line. I caress my bare skin just as I imagine Carter would. Not missing a beat, my hand and fingers grace the top of my right breast and my breath hitches. A soft moan escapes as I pinch and roll the pebbled nipple then mirror with my left breast. The sensations are coursing through me, humming in self-appreciation I move my hand down my stomach and toy with the fabric of my satin thong just before slipping it down and wiggling out of it. I gasp as I sink my finger into my core, so wet, so in need, slipping my finger in and out while still pinching my breast has me ready to explode, but I need more. Inserting another finger my legs spread wide as I stimulate my clit with quick circular patterns, I am so close, I close my eyes and pump my fingers into myself faster and rub my clit harder until my hips buck up and I call out his name just as I have done so many times.

Once my body begins to come down from my self-pleasure, I close my eyes swing my legs to the side of the bed to clean up. I hear a growl from beside my dresser and flip on my light to see Carter standing in the darkness staring directly at me with hunger in his eyes. “What are you doing Car...” before I can finish, his mouth is on mine and I’m pushed flush against the mattress. “Carter...” I pant as he breaks away from my mouth only to trail open-mouthed kisses from my ear to my neck, nipping as he goes. I can feel his cock pressing against my pussy through his shorts and instinctively I begin to move my hips for friction.

I thought I heard something, so I headed towards her room to check on her. I know she was mad and the fuck if I can sleep after I kissed her. I have been waiting forever for that moment, and the fact that she didn’t fight me has me wondering if she was waiting for it, too. I never expected to walk into her room after she didn’t answer to find her pleasuring herself. Sprawled out on her bed in just a white tank top, she was so wet, smelled so fucking amazing; I could identify that sweet scent anywhere. I could barely keep away once she inserted her finger and then two plunging into her tight little pussy coating it repeatedly until she found her bliss thinking of me. As soon as her hips bucked off the bed and she called out my name, I knew I had her; she was still mine. I just needed to remind her, as did my dick that was currently standing at attention ready to pounce.

Once she spots me next to the dresser, I can see it, the push and pull, debating on whether she wants me to get the fuck out or give her what she just imagined and tried for herself. No way in hell am I allowing her to make that choice with the distance between us. I take long strides to her and crash my mouth into hers just as she goes to protest. She doesn’t push me away and she doesn’t fight me, I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own as I pull away sucking and nipping her neck. She begins to grind her wet cunt against my cock as I lift off her tank top and pinch and roll her right nipple as I suckle the left biting down when she bucks her hips. Her hands cling to my biceps as I familiarize myself with her heaving chest as her feet are pushing down my shorts.

I release her nipple and move further south, placing open kisses on her abdomen as my hand finds her heat, dipping in my finger, and slowly pulling it in and out with a come-hither motion. She squirms beneath me until my mouth lands on her swollen lips, my tongue lapping her flowing juices as I alternate between fucking her with it and increasing the speed of the fingers plunging into her. Her hips buck up moaning in pleasure as she grabs my hair grinding her sweet pussy in my face crying out my name as she rides out another orgasm. I worship her body as I work my way back to her face and kiss her gently, reminding her why I am here. Reminding her that I am not leaving yet, she wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist positioning her sex against my raging erection.

I look into her deep blue eyes as she blinks at me, breathing rapidly, and nods to my silent question. In one thrust I’m buried inside her, she fits me like a glove, clenching down on me once she adjusts and I begin to slowly thrust into her. I know I am close, it’s taken all I’ve had not to come already watching her finger herself, calling out my name, and being bare skin on skin. “Han, I’m close, no condom” I breathe out, and she clings to me even tighter as I thrust faster and harder pushing us both over the edge into bliss, the kind where the sun doesn’t set and everything is right in the world.

Resting my head next to hers as we both come off this high, she looks at me and sighs. “Carter, why are you here?” I hug her to me afraid to let go, and say just that – that I can’t just let go. She sighs and starts to move, but I hold her tighter. “Car… I just need to clean up, we can talk.” I kiss her on the cheek, then gently on the mouth and follow her into her master bathroom. I’m in shock; this thing is as big as a bedroom. We both clean up at the vanity with his and her sinks, catching each other’s gaze every few moments before walking back into her room. She doesn’t go for pajamas, but instead slips into bed just as she is. I slip my shorts on and climb in on the opposite side, her back to my chest. I hear her yawn and she nuzzles closer, “tomorrow kay?”

“Tomorrow kay?” is all I mumble before falling asleep, completely sated and emotionally drained from lack of conversation and too much alcohol.

Waking in his arms, holding me tightly to him, my mind drifts back to the yesteryears. I sigh and stretch out, his hold loosening for me to move about, I look over my shoulder to see if he is awake. Nope, he is still sound asleep; I grin remembering the dreadful mornings when he’d stay with me or I with him, just waking him up to mere consciousness so we didn’t miss class was a challenge. I stealthily slide out of the bed and head into my walk in closet, selecting my wardrobe for my meeting-crammed day, then head into the shower.

I hum in appreciation as the hot spray covers my skin, the feel of his hands and mouth surface and cause my heart to race. Just when I thought I could begin to move on, he shows up and does this. I quickly turn frustrated, rush through my morning ritual of loofa lathering with my chamomile-scented scrub, and wash my long tresses skipping the scalp massage I generally treat myself to every morning. The less time I have to think the better off I am on not folding and the quicker I can get out of here without Carter waking up. Finishing up in record time, I grab my towel and begin to dry off just then noticing the soreness that lingers from last night. DAMMIT, you have to be kidding me; I can’t even escape the feeling of him, let alone the memories!

I make quick work of drying my hair with my style brush, the perfect 2 in 1 combination. My makeup is light, paying attention to my lashes and lips, allowing me to rush through the process that generally takes me an hour or more. Slipping on my undergarments then my camel trousers adorned with a front pleat paired with my coral sleeveless wrap top, I fasten the understated diamond necklace, grab my matching suit coat and head into the walk-in closet again. Perusing through my floor to ceiling shoe shelf, I reach up, select the caramel colored stilettos, and slip them on just before admiring myself in the full-length mirror. I have an image to uphold now that I was titled the Director of the Marketing Division. I peek around the corner and see Carter still asleep, and exit the walk-in through the door connecting to my at-home office.