You Belong With Me (22 page)

"Hey, everyone. Thanks for having me up here. I didn't expect this. I'm on vacation for Christ's sake." He laughed and so did the crowd. "I'm also here because of all of you so for that I'm extremely grateful."

Applause broke out.

"I see most of you were cutting a rug with this awesome band but I'm wondering if we shouldn't slow it down a bit. Let's grab some beers and take a rest. Who's with me?" He took a big gulp of his beer and raised it to the crowd.

"Anyone here a Rascal Flatts fan?" The crowd responded with more cheers.

"Good. Glad to hear it cause believe or not, I'm a big fan. This song is going out to one very special little lady. The love of my life. Case, this ones for you, baby."

Casey patted her chest where her heart was and blew him a kiss. Carter played
God Bless The Broken Road.
This time when he sang to her his eyes were wide open, looking at her. There was no mistaking this song was for her. He sang with the passion only he could provide. The words were genuine and rolled off his tongue like melted butter. She watched this man before her, sing words that fit them like a glove. She adored him and it was infallible that
she
was in total and absolute love with Carter London.

When the song ended Carter took a bow, shook the band members' hands and jumped off the stage and went right to her. People patted his back and gave him praise for his performance. Many woman looked his way and licked their lips. He did look luscious in his baby blue linen shirt and baggy, ripped jeans. He didn't bother to notice any of them because the image in front of him put all others out of his sight. Casey was all he ever wanted, needed, and loved. He engulfed her with a huge embrace and gave her a kiss that inflamed her legs. The fire she felt shot straight up her core and they kissed as though there weren't a few hundred people surrounding them. There really were no others. It was just them. Wrapped up in their passion for one another. Their kiss broke and they made their way out of the club, back to the house.

The whole way home Carter just held her like if he let her go, she would break in a million pieces. When the car dropped them off they made their way inside. Casey went to the French doors and opened them wide. She leaned against the door jam and Carter went over to the powerful sound system. Music filled the air as he strolled over to her and rested his chin on her shoulder. He whispered in her ear

"Dance with me, Case." He pulled her onto the patio where he took her in his arms. His arms rested around her waist and she raised her hands to put them around his neck. They danced to Jason Mraz's
Lucky.
They kept their foreheads pressed together and Casey could feel his heartbeat right through his shirt.

"Carter, why is your heart beating so fast? I can feel it." She placed her hand where his heart was.

"Because," he paused. "Until this moment, I had never known what love feels like. Not this kind anyway. I thought I felt things before, like happiness, fulfillment, bliss, euphoria. None of it was real, until I loved you."

She didn't reply. She just pulled his head down to meet her lips. When they touched the electricity ran through them like their lips were a conductor. The heat from the air and their bodies radiated off one another. They kissed with reverence and need. He picked her up and placed her on the lounge on the patio. He sat down on the lounge chairs and she climbed over and straddled him while caressing the inside of his lips. The feeling overtook Carter and the more she did this to him the closer he pulled her body to his. She broke the kiss and climbed off his lap. She grabbed a towel from the other chair and placed it on the ground before him. He looked up at her, panting heavily. This wondrous woman in front of him was his muse, his symphony, his destiny. She knelt down and unzipped his jeans. She made him raise his hips and she slid his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. She wrapped her delicate hand around his hardness. She grabbed the shaft of his penis and ran her hands down the soft flesh. She looked up at him and he looked as though he would pass out at any second. She lowered her head and took him in her mouth. He cried out.

"Casey. Sweet Christ!" He threw his head back then raised it upwards again to get a look at her. She began running her tongue up and down his length. Sucking him and spreading her wet mouth around him, she kept a firm grip and stroked him up and down. She slowed her pace when she saw the look on his face like he was close to falling into bliss. She would begin picking it up again. She teased him, taunted him, drove him mad as her soft, tiny hand was about to bring him to a feeling of total satisfaction. She continued this for sometime. When she felt him swelling, she glanced up at him with her blazing blue eyes. He saw stars and became lightheaded. He cupped her face and pulled her away from him. When he stood, he raised her up by her upper arms. He took the hem of her sundress and ripped it up and over her head. He took his fingers and found the elastic of her panties. In one quick swoop, he tore them from her body. She gasped in shock and felt the wetness pool between her legs.

He picked her up and placed her on the lounge. There was no hesitation as he spread her knees apart and invaded her with his massive, pulsating cock. He pumped into her and she yelled out his name.

"Oh God Carter, Fuck me. Harder. Please!"

That was all it took to get him where he wanted to be. It didn't take him long to finish. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He collapsed on her chest and gasped for air. They held on to one another for a while. The air blew off the water and the smell of the salty air and her magnolia scent put him into internal bliss. They turned on their sides to look at each other.

"I don't want to leave," she said smiling at him.

"Me neither. This trip has been more than I ever imagined it would be. Back to reality." He grumbled.

"Carter, about that. You know I'm going to have to talk to Jordan don't you? I owe it to him."

He raised his elbow and propped his head on his hand. "What he owes you, Casey, is an apology. He should have stuck up for you and he didn't."

"I know, Car. He's a really good person and I care about him. Deeply. You need to understand that."

Carter sat up and shook his head.

"Sorry, but I don't. Do you love him, Case? Were you in love with him because I don't need an obstacle getting in the way of our happiness."

She shot up and faced him.

"An obstacle? Carter. Be serious. I loved him, yes. In love with him, I think I started to but then I found my feeling for you," she said.

"What if I hadn't come home? Then what? You would have fallen in love completely with him, married him and gave birth to some trust fund babies."

"You are being ridiculous, Carter. I don't really know what would have happened but that's not how things turned out, did they?"

He calmed down a bit and realized she was stating the truth. There was no sense in rehashing it but in the back of his mind, the 'what if' still stood firm and he couldn't escape it. He stopped discussing it further. He stood and stuck out his hand for her to grab.

"Let's go for a swim. It's a gorgeous night."

He pulled her down towards the beach. They were both gloriously naked and the warm salted waters felt amazing on their bodies. They played around for a bit with only the glow of the moon lighting their way through the water. A little while later, Carter started to leave the water and walk onto the beach.

"Where you going, baby?" Casey yelled to him.

"I have sand under my balls. I'm going to shower."

She laughed at him as she watched his fine, well toned ass make it's way back up to the house. When Carter made his way upstairs to the master bath, he turned on the water and the four shower heads came on full blast and crossed each other. The shower was made entirely of bubble glass but there was no door. It was open with just three sides of the glass. It was deep and a half dozen people could fit into it. He stepped into the warm water and put his head under. He closed his eyes and put his hand up against the wall. The feeling of the water coming in on all sides relaxed him and he savored the feeling. Casey made her way upstairs and opened the door to the bathroom slowly. The steam seeped out revealing the image of her man. He looked nothing less than perfect, standing there with the water cascading down his hard body. She could see the black ink on the side of him. She imagined licking it and desire began to pool between her legs. She walked into the open shower and stepped behind him. Carter's eyes were closed as the heads of the shower blasted onto his sculpted chest and arms. Her tongue needed to trace that tattoo. She needed to taste his body. She turned to his side and traced the first part with the tip of her hot tongue. He flinched and looked down.

"Sweet Christ, baby, you scared me."

She looked up at him with desire in her eyes. She continued licking each black inked piece of flesh. His head hung back.

"Oh God, baby, what are you doing?"

"Want me to stop?" She looked up from where her head was near his hip bone. "I've been wanting to do this all day."

"No, I don't want you to stop. It feels so good. Your tongue is so hot."

His dick was rock hard from the feeling of her tongue against his sensitive skin. She noticed his hardness and a need came upon her to touch it. She took it in her hands when she was done her assault on his tattoo.

"Christ, baby. Stroke it soft and slow."

She did what he asked and ran her palm up and down his wet, velvety length. The water ran down both their bodies and the combination of it and Casey's hand working him over, made him dizzy. He took her mouth and plunged his tongue deep inside her. He could still taste the salt water from the sea on her so he licked the outside of her lips and she shuttered. He took his hand and found her clit. He started to rub it as she continued to rub him. The faster he rubbed her, the faster she stroked him. Their bodies were slippery which made all their actions seem even more intense. They rested their foreheads on one another and moaned in unison.

"Oh God, Carter, I want to come. Make me come. Do it, please."

"I'll make you come, baby. Like you never have before," he said in almost a whisper.

He pulled her hand off his cock and took his hand off her aching nub. He turned her around with force and nailed her against the glass shower walls. Her hands immediately were pressed against the glass. He grabbed the back of one of her knees and lifted it. There was no pause, he just entered her.

"Oh God, Carter!" She yelled and pressed the side of her face on the glass. His head hung back and he invaded her wetness. A feeling of euphoria over took him and he pumped in and out of her in a slow, but hard pace. He felt high from the heat of the water and the heat of her insides. He let her knee go as he continued fucking her. Her gently rubbed her ass cheeks and she rounded her hips as he took her from behind. He grabbed the body wash from the shelf beside him. He squeezed some of it out and lathered it up in his hands quickly. Carter went to her breasts with his soapy hands and began massaging them. She hung her head back so it rested on his shoulder. His hands caressed her flat, tanned belly, then he led them down to her sensitive flesh. He rubbed her in a circular motion as she cried out in ecstasy. The combination of his hands the slippery soap on her, felt like nothing she ever felt. She was close to coming and he felt it on his dick. The more turned on she was, the harder he fucked her and rubbed her more swiftly.

"Carter, oh God baby, here I come. Oh, my God."

"Let go, baby. Scream my name as you come. Do it Casey I need to hear you scream my name."

"Carter! CARTER! Oh God!"

Her muscles contracted around him and he felt her wetness run down him. A second later he joined her in bliss.

"Casey, oh Jesus!" He pumped a few more times.

He kissed her shoulders and slowly pulled out of her. She felt the emptiness as he left her from inside. She slid down the shower wall and he joined her. She snuggled into him as the water still flowed from the heads onto their sated bodies. They stayed in that position until the water turned cooler. She closed her eyes and felt like she could sleep right there no matter if the water was cool or not.

"The car will be here early tomorrow, baby. Let's go get some sleep." He stood up and extended his hand to hers. She raised it and he pulled her up and they made their way up to bed.

They snuggled under the mountains of blankets. Casey curled into his side. She began tracing the tattoo with her fingers. He shivered as she touched it delicately.

"Haven't you had enough of that tattoo this evening, my sweetface?" He smiled down at her.

"Will you tell me what it means, Car?"

Sleep was threatening to invade Carter and he closed his eyes. What he said was hardly audible but she understood what he said loud and clear.

"Always Casey."

Then there was silence. He had fallen asleep. She squeezed her eyes shut and placed her hand over his beating heart. She thought about how he had marked his body for all eternity with her name. He
had
loved her for all this time. She was a damn fool not to see it, but then again, he was a damn fool for never coming forth and telling her his feelings.

The flight home was quick. Carter wasn't very talkative. He stayed silent most of the way. She wondered if their conversation the previous night was bothering him. She had to be honest with him. She just couldn't shut off her feelings for Jordan at a flick of a switch. They were together for six months. He was kind and respectful to her. He was a wonderful, loving, and smart man.

The cab dropped them off at Casey's house. Lyla and Tommy saw them arrive home and ran over to Casey's house. They each carried a few dozen white roses. When they got to the front of her house Carter and Casey looked at them confused.

"Hi guys. Hope you had a nice trip. These are all yours. A dozen came everyday to your house while you were gone. They're from Jordan."