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He glides a finger over the seam of my sex and softly pushes it inside.
I cry out, letting my head fall back as I clench around him.
“See?” he whispers arrogantly in my ear. “You’re not that wet for Carter.” He rolls his finger over my sensitive clit and then back down again, exploring me with the experience of a man who has probably done this a lot. My legs are shaking. My feet are burning. I can’t think straight.
He removes his hand, ignoring my whimper of protest, and I watch without breathing as he sucks me from his finger.
“Well, if I can’t kiss you here.” He taps that same finger against the lips of my face and then grins triumphantly. “At least I can taste you there.”
Fuck me.
“End it with Carter. We both know he’s not what you want.”
Then he walks away, leaving me to catch my breath and pull up my panties.
He is so wrong though; I do want Carter. Carter does make me feel this way. Oh boy does he make me feel this way.
“What am I doing?” I whisper and hear Stanley’s car leave, then another pulls in not long later.
I round the house and Carter gets out of the car to greet me. He looks incredible in a white button-up and dark jeans with faded patches on the legs.
I pull his face to mine before he can say a thing and kiss the life right out of him, smearing my lipstick across both of our mouths.
That pulsing feeling aches in my womb, the same as before with Presley. I claw at him, desperately needing him to touch me, to put himself inside of me.
Or perhaps I’m just a hussy desperate for the feel of any man. It wouldn’t surprise me. I’m mentally fucked up from the years of abuse I suffered at the hands of men.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asks softly and I pull him towards the house. “Hey…”
“House is empty,” I whisper, dragging him along behind me. “How much time do we have?”
“Not enough,” he breathes, eyes wide with excitement. “Wait… wait.” I stop and look at him over my shoulder, assessing his brown eyes for excitement and something akin to adoration. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. “As much as I want this, and you know I do… Mom’s nearly done with dinner and Dad’s taken an hour off work for this.” Then he admits sheepishly, “You’re the first girl I’ve taken home to meet them, so they’re making it into a huge deal.”
“Right,” I mumble and calm myself down. “We’ve got plenty of time to look at your penis.”
He throws his head back and laughs at the sky. It’s contagious.
I meet Carter’s parents who are so sweet, if not a bit flippant. His dad leaves in the middle of dinner and his mom leaves right at the end. But they’re busy people. They seemed to like me which is great and Carter looks really happy about that.
We decide to clean the dishes and table together so his mom doesn’t come home to a mess, and I start to get nervous because the house is empty and what’s about to follow is basically my first time having consensual sex.
As I’m finishing washing the final plate, Carter who cleared the table comes up behind me and pulls my hair to the side so as to kiss my neck. I giggle and squirm as the ticklish tingles flood my system. Though when his hands cup my breasts, I soon forget all about that.
“You’re so beautiful,” he reminds me as he often does.
I turn away from the sink, my hands wet, but I push them through his hair anyway and massage his scalp with my fingertips. He groans and his eyes roll to the back of his head. I kiss his neck and suck on the skin below his ear. His entire body jerks against mine and his hands grab my ass, pulling my hips tight against his.
“You wanna see my room?” he asks, whispering like somebody can hear us which they obviously can’t. Or at least I hope they can’t.
“Yes,” I blurt eagerly and he takes my hand.
My phone on the tabletop rings as I pass. It’s Lane.
“Ignore it,” I say but then his phone rings in his pocket, it’s Stanley. “Since when did he get your number?”
“He fixed my car, remember?” he explains and looks at the screen.
My phone starts ringing again and this time it’s Presley.
“Something must be going down,” I say with a frown and finally answer the call.
“Did you know?” Presley spits at me, his tone distraught and angry.
“Did I know what?”
“That Stanley and Lane were going to take Paisley from me?”
I blink rapidly and my hand squeezes the phone. “What?”
“DID YOU KNOW?”
“No!” I reply. “I mean… I suggested they take you in… take her in but I didn’t…” I shake my head to clear it and try and get some rational thought back. “What’s going on?”
