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"Then do it."
He doesn't need to be told twice. With a few more thrusts, a loud moan leaves his mouth, and I feel him go over the edge, taking me with him. We cum together, with him emptying every last thing he has inside of me. Feeling his body spasming inside me, twitching with release, amplifies my pleasure in a way that surprises me.
Flipping us so I'm lying on my back, he pulls out and watches as some of his cum leaks from my pussy.
"I don't think I've ever seen anything so hot in my life," he admits.
"You never did that with anyone else?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No. I always used a condom. But with you, I just can't fucking help myself."
I chuckle. "I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
"It's debatable." He puts out his hand to help me up. “We’ll get you Plan B later today.”
BY THE TIME WE'REall cleaned up, showered, and dressed again, Jace still isn't back yet. Carter is messing around on his phone, and I know it's only a matter of time until he brings up that phone call again.
A part of me wants to tell him. It's terrifying, and I'm honestly most afraid of the information changing our dynamic. I know he wouldn’t blame me or judge me, but I couldn’t bear for him to be afraid to touch me the wrong way. To look at me and imagine what happened. To handle me with kid gloves.
But still, I feel like if there's anyone I can tell, it's him.
I take a deep breath and curl into a ball in the corner of the couch. "When I was little, my dad used to...touch me."
He freezes for a second and his phone drops into his lap as he focuses all his attention on me. But Carter being Carter, he already knows not to say anything. I need to get this out.
"It started when I was four. At first he would do it in a way that made me hardly notice there was something wrong with it. Picking me up with his hand between my legs. Holding me on his lap for longer than necessary. But then it got worse.
"Over time, he got more comfortable with it. My mom turned a blind eye, and even when I tried to tell her, she just asked me why I had to try to ruin everything. I had no one. I was young and alone, and all I knew was that my dad showed me that he loved me in ways I didn't want to be shown.
"We moved around a lot, so it was always hard for me to make friends. But when I finally met Davi, things changed. I started to sleep over her house a lot just to get away from my own. At first, it worked, but that only lasted so long. My dad started beating on my mom every time she agreed to let me go, so eventually she stopped saying yes."
I pause to take a breath, feeling the overwhelming sadness that always comes when I think about my childhood. Carter comes closer and laces his fingers with my own—just a small gesture to show that he's here for me. That he's not going anywhere.
"One day, my dad came home and said that we were going to be moving again—this time from Miami to Washington state. The bastard literally chose the furthest place within the continental US, just so I wouldn't be around Davi anymore. I knew it. There was no other reason for us to move. So, I panicked.
"I grabbed my bike, and I rode it five miles to Davi's in the pouring rain. When I got there, her mom looked at me like she was so relieved and so scared all at the same time. Apparently, my parents had called and said I ran away. When she went to go tell them I was there, I begged her not to.
"That night, I finally told Davi what my father had been doing to me, and together, we told her parents. My dad was arrested within a couple of hours, and Child Protective Services let me stay with Davi and her parents until it was determined whether or not my mother was a fit parent."
Carter runs his thumb back and forth over my hand, and I watch as a tear leaks out and slides down his cheek. "She helped save you."
It's not a question, but I nod anyway. "Davi was a bitch to everyone, and yeah, she had her moments of questionable sanity, but she was different with me. If it wasn't for her and her family, I don’t think I would have made it."
"You're a total badass," he tells me. "You eventually would have murdered him. Something savage like cutting him into pieces and putting them through a wood chipper."
A wet laugh leaves my mouth. "You know me so well."
He looks over and smiles at me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "What happened to your dad?"
"Well, they confiscated his computer and found inappropriate pictures of me on his hard drive. That, paired with the testimony of the therapist I saw for weeks, was enough to convict him. He was sent to prison for twenty-five years with the possibility for parole after ten."
I close my eyes as I remember the phone call from earlier. The fear that rushed through me at the thought of him possibly getting out of jail. There's no doubt in my mind he would come after me. My father is anything but a forgiving man, and I took everything from him.
"This year marks ten years," I tell Carter. "That phone call today was alerting me about his parole board hearing in a couple months."
His brows furrow as he looks over at me. "But I thought your parents were dead."
"Oh, they're dead to me, but physically they're both very much alive," I explain. "My father is in Miami Correctional Institution, and my mother is a raging alcoholic who blames me for the destruction of our family."
He exhales in disbelief. "You risked perjuring yourself at Jace's trial?"
Lying about my parents during Davi's murder trial was a slightly risky move, but Davi's parents said there would be no reason for either side to care about my upbringing. If they knew about what happened, however, it would risk my credibility. They would point out that I'd say anything to protect Davi's reputation after she played such an important role in saving me.
I exhale and shrug. "Better than possibly having to relive my horrific childhood in front of an entire courtroom."
