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“Go get your bags and meet me upstairs,” I tell him with a wink. He looks shocked for a minute, then rushes away from me. I give him a swat on his tight butt, then turn and walk back up the stairs to my room. When I reach the top, I let my mask fall and the grief hits.
Five
Connor
I know Cara is putting on a front for me and I’m not sure why. I guess I should just be happy that she let me hold her and kiss her. Even if she is trying to distance herself. I open the front door and let the cool air hit my flushed face. Taking a moment to calm down. I’m trying to be a good sport, but fuck am I still pissed off at those Hawthorne assholes. They’re lucky Xavier has kept me away from them. Speaking of, my phone rings, but I ignore it. I never told him I was leaving. I just rented a truck and took off. I knew if she ran away, that that was it. Cara has always had a huge heart, but she’s been through so much over the years... I’m not sure how many more times it can break.
Then again, maybe this is a good thing. Maybe now that those guys have fucked up, I can convince her to just be with me. Xavier is a manwhore, even if he has changed lately, he’ll understand. Layton has that dickface, Jase, so he will be fine. I only have her, and I can’t lose her. I grab my bags then go back inside. As I walk up the stairs I can hear Cara’s parents talking softly. They’re worried about her and frankly so am I. The moment she kicked me from her room and left campus I knew that I wouldn’t be able to reach her. So when her phone went to voicemail repeatedly, I called my dad, giving him the heads up. He and my mom love Cara so he was fully on board with me using my emergency credit card to chase after her. I just hope it won’t all be for nothing. I need to convince her to come back. She can’t let those assholes ruin everything she’s worked for. I won’t let her.
Speaking of, I pull my phone from my pocket and send my dad a quick text letting him know I arrived. I talked to him last time I got gas, so he knew I was only a few hours out. I’ll have to swing by the house later and say hi. Maybe I can convince Cara to come too. My sister adores her and my mom as well.
Cara may have not known about my obsession with her all throughout high school but my family did. The first time she spoke to me, I went home that night and told my family over pot roast and mashed potatoes that I’d met my future wife. They all thought I was crazy, but I know that we’re endgame. We just have to get over this recent obstacle. I move up the stairs quietly, hoping to hear some more from Cara’s parents, but they seem to have moved on to some recent Memphis drama. God I hate that douche. Especially after the stunt he pulled at Thanksgiving.
When I reach Cara’s bedroom door I knock softly even though I know she's waiting for me, then I open it slowly. The bathroom door is shut and the shower is running. I shuffle that way, hoping to join her when a soft cry hits my ears. I shudder and clench my fists. I could seriously kill those Hawthorne douche canoes. How could they do something like this? Especially to Cara. I know that Penny was involved too, but how could they let her control them? They’re supposed to be the Kings. They’re lucky I’m away from campus right now.
I rest my head on the wall, before turning and sliding down to the floor. Sitting with my back against the plaster I listen to her sobs until I can’t take it anymore. I knock softly, but the water drowns it out. I stand, then open the door, shed my clothes, slide the curtain aside and step in behind her. “Tell me what you need Cara. How can I make this better for you, baby?”
Her shoulders shake as she spins and gazes at me with bloodshot eyes and tears running down her cheeks.
“Make it stop Connor,” she whimpers, grabbing me and pulling me to her hot, wet, naked skin, then crushing her mouth to mine. I shudder and grip her ass, lifting her hips as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my ass. I hesitate and pull my mouth from hers and she cries out.
“I would love to just slide into you right now and show you how much I need you and want you baby, but you're hurting, now isn’t the time.”
“Please. I know I may regret this later, but I need you, Connor please. Just make me forget. Remind me of the good times between us,” she whispers into my neck, and I groan. I don’t want to be her rebound. I want to be her forever.
“Please Con, I love you,” she moans, and I’m a goner. I shift her till the tip of my dick is sliding along her slick folds. She was just crying, why is she so wet? I groan then push my hips forward, gently inching into her hot pussy. She digs her nails into my skin, and I have to fight not to take her hard. We may have been having sex now for a couple of months and I know she’s been banging the other guys, but she’s still so tight. I feel as if one wrong move and she’ll break my cock.
I lift her hips up and shove them back down as I thrust inside her faster. She tips her head back and moans louder. Fuck, I hope the shower muffles her noises because I don’t want to gag her. I love the sounds her pouty pink lips make. I angle my hips a little and hit that spot I know will set her off. As much as I would love this to be a long session, the exhaustion of the last few days starts to show when my knees become weak, so I slam her back along the tiles.
“Please, don’t stop. So close.” Cara gasps, panting for breath. I reach down and lift one of her heavy breasts into my mouth, nibbling on her nipple. Her back arches and she clamps down on me so hard I see stars. Holy shit. A gush runs down my balls as Cara writhes around on my dick bringing me closer to the edge. When she calms down, and my dick is free to move again, I slam into her hard, exploding in pleasure.
I bite down on my lower lip to hide my shout and Cara giggles into my neck, squeezing me closer. Her hot breaths make shivers run down my spine and my spent dick twitch again. I could so go another round with my sexy girl, but I need a nap first.
I groan again then slide out of her. She clenches me again as if not wanting me to leave.
“Fuck baby, I love you, but I need sleep. Ranchers?” I mumble into her neck and she pulls back looking me in the eye. She raises a brow then asks, “Ranchers?”
I moan then start to laugh. “I don’t know how the hell I made it here. I’m dead tired. I meant rain check.”
“Oh, yeah sounds good, Con.” She giggles then bites her lip and looks away. I sigh and set her to her feet, grabbing the body wash, soaping us up, then rinsing, before turning and grabbing some towels. She washes her hair, then turns the water off and steps out. She won’t look me in the eye, and I know we shouldn’t have done what we just did. She’s hurting and needs someone to hold her, love her, not fuck her hard against a shower wall. If I wasn’t so dead on my feet I would have known better.
I wrap her in the towel, then rub my hands up and down the soft fibers, drying her off. This is the first time I’ve been able to do something like this. The one time we tried to get it on in the dorm showers a bunch of people came in and almost caught us.
She turns, dropping her towel and walks back to her room, climbing under the covers not bothering to get dressed. I follow and scoop her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her temple, I just hold her as she quietly cries.
“I love you Carson Matthews. No matter what. That will never change.”
“I love you too Connor. So much,” she says with a hiccup. I squeeze her tighter and hum until she falls asleep. I may not be a country star, but I don’t sound half bad. My eyes get heavy and I know I won’t be far behind her.
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“Good morning Frankie,” I say the next day as I enter the kitchen. She’s covered in flour and seems to be in a panic.
“Oh hello, honey. Is Cara awake yet? I really could use some help here. I don’t know what the man was thinking, volunteering me for all these cookies. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to bake, and I would do anything for the church, but not under stressful deadlines and a massive amount of treats,” she says, frazzled. I bite my lip to hide my laugh and move over to the sink to wash my hands.
“Cara is still sleeping, she tossed and turned most the night, but I’m here and I may not be a master baker, but I know a thing or two,” I dry my hands, and come up beside her. She gives me a big smile and pats my cheek gently.
“You’re a good one, Connor Hannaberg. Carson is one very lucky lady.” She shoots me a wink then shoves a wooden spoon into my hands. “Now start scooping.”
