Page 13 of Carter

You’re not a quitter,I reminded myself.

I hated the little voice nagging me in my head.

I tilted my head back until it pressed against the glass wall and closed my eyes for a second. Soon I snapped back to reality when a warm mouth engulfed my soft cock. All of it.

With both hands, I pushed Savannah back, but she tightened her clasp on my ass cheeks, her long fingernails like claws holding me in place.

“Stop. We sh— God.”

Her moans filled the large all-white bathroom, and I finally surrendered to the pleasure coursing through me. Setting all my cells on fire. My dick relished the attention after months of being ignored.

Savannah sucked me harder. And deeper. My dick twitched in her mouth. I fisted her hair and increased the pace. My thoughts jumbled inside my head. I tried to shut them up, but they wouldn’t listen. The impending orgasm messed with my capacity to think clearly.

“Oh, yes—” Savannah always had a way to make me forget about our fights when she put her mind—and sinful body—to it.

I swallowed hard and breathed faster. Just when I was about to come, she released her hold on me and pushed back.

“Fuck me, Carter. For one night, love me.”

I glared at her. This wouldn’t end well. Lust dripped from her eyes.

I needed this. To connect with her. To stop the noises in my head.

With a grunt, I scooped her over my shoulder once we’d both toweled each other dry.

My rational thoughts could come back tomorrow.

For hours, we pleased each other senseless. The same way we did that first time in New York.

Wild and insatiable.

We fell asleep as the first rays of sunshine appeared outside, lying on the opposite sides of the king mattress. Savannah and I never cuddled. I had no idea if that’s what most couples did—in my mind, they did. Not us. At home, we slept in different bedrooms, as far away as possible from each other.

My dreams brought me back to Nashville, where I was at peace. And happy. And free.