17
Boston, one month later
Cara throws back the covers and gets out of my bed. I watch her and a grin appears on my lips. Her long brown hair falls down her back, and I check out her hot body.
She walks through my bedroom and collects her clothes, which she miraculously lost last night.
It has been a month since we were in Nashville. In that time, we have grown closer and closer. Hardly a day goes by without us being in touch. Even though I have to travel through the States once a week, we usually see each other the next day or the same evening. Cara is still reluctant to use the word relationship, but I think we have one.
She”s always at my house, so my brother is already joking about whether it”s still our apartment or Cara”s and mine. I have feelings for her. Real feelings that go way beyond the initial crush and sexual interest. It”s starting to bother me that I can”t tell her and show her this openly. But I”m afraid that if I do, she”ll end things between us. Cara is fighting her own demons on this subject, and I don”t know how to overcome them. I know she feels comfortable with me. But as soon as I try to encourage her to have a serious relationship, she stops me and runs away. Maybe I”m imagining too much about our time together.
But it”s just not true that her heart doesn”t get just as out of sync when we kiss, or that her skin doesn”t tingle just as treacherously and get covered in goosebumps when we”re close. I mean, can you fake goosebumps? Orgasms, yes, but goose bumps?
I shake my head. I shouldn”t be so paranoid. These thoughts are absurd.
But Cara doesn”t want a relationship with a football player because she doesn”t want to live her mother’s life. Even if she has feelings for me, she won”t show them openly.
“Come back to bed,” I ask, looking at the clock on the television. “It”s only half past six.”
“I have to go to work,” she replies with a grin, pulling up her panties. “And get something to wear first.”
“What about that dress from yesterday?” I ask as she grabs her bra. “Can”t you put it back on and we”ll sleep for another hour? At least.”
“No,” she says, “I have a series of important meetings today. I can”t show up in yesterday”s dress.”
I groan in annoyance and pull myself out of bed. Cara looks at me with a grin and I know exactly what she”s thinking but not saying for many reasons.
“I”m going to take a shower,” I decide.
“See,” she says, grabbing her dress. “You have to work too.”
“See you tonight?” I ask, slipping into my boxers.
The NFL Sports Awards are tonight. I am nominated - for Quarterback of the Year - and I want Cara to go with me.
“Noah,” she groans, “how many times do I have to tell you?”
We”ve been having this discussion for over a week and can”t find a common denominator. Cara refuses to go with me, even though she will be there. I even offered to do it officially as my agent, but she wanted it even less. If she had her way, it would be best if we weren”t seen in public at all. Not that I mind that she prefers to spend our time together having sex, but I - damn it, I want more. I don”t want to be the guy she spreads her gorgeous legs for. Well... not just because that feels damn perfect every time.
I want to be all that and more for her, just like she is for me. I want her to introduce me to her parents and finally admit that we”re in a relationship.
“How many times are you going to tell me you”re not coming?” I reply, annoyed. “What”s your problem?”
“What”s that supposed to look like?” Cara shakes her head and closes her dress.
“Damn it!” I walk up to her and push her hands away. She wants to walk away and resist my help, but I won”t let her.
“Hold still!” I growl. “Why won”t you come with me?”
“I can”t,” she sighs and I do the same. I kiss her neck gently. “I really can”t and besides, you can go with Alex.”
“I don”t want to go with Alex,” I reply. “Please, baby.”
I push her hair aside and kiss her neck more intensely. I suck on her sensitive skin with my lips, hoping to give her a hickey. Cara sighs softly and I grin to myself. I”ve already won so far. I gallantly turn her around and push her in front of me.
“Hands on the bed,” I tell her.
“Noah!” she calls, half giggling, half warning, rubbing her sweet ass against my crotch. “I have to work.”
“Come on,” I whisper, continuing to kiss her neck as my hands find their way under her dress to her panties. I pull them down with ease. I caress her wet pussy greedily.
Cara moans as I push two fingers inside her and place my thumb on her pulsating clit.
“Bend over,” I whisper and this time she complies. I quickly pull my penis out of my boxers and pull her dress over her butt. She stretches it out towards me, and I don”t miss the opportunity to give her a good smack on her beautiful ass.
“Noah!” she gasps, wiggling her hips back and forth.
We”ve been making love without a condom for a few days now. We”re both clean and she”s on the pill.
I pull my finger out of her pussy with a smacking sound.
“Noah,” she moans again. “Please.”
“You”re so ready for me, baby,” I whisper, sliding my glans between her folds. Cara moans as I slowly insert myself into her. “So fucking wet.”
Centimeter by centimeter I penetrate her until her tightness surrounds me completely. I place my hands on her hips and thrust into her. Her body jerks forward and she moans loudly. Her slender fingers bury themselves in the blanket while my hands leave beautiful marks on her hips.
“Faster,” she encourages me.
I increase the pace of my thrusts and feel her tighten around me. This is what I love about sex with her. When she”s on the edge and gets tighter and tighter.
I fuck her hard and fast until we”re both close to coming. I find it hard to prolong it, but I don”t want her to come right away.
My right hand finds its way between her legs, and I caress her clit. Cara screams and her muscles contract. She orgasms violently and I hold her until I”m ready too. With a loud moan, I come inside her and enjoy it for a few seconds. I make her mine.
Fuck, that sounds so wrong. She”s not mine, that”s just wishful thinking. But after a number like that, I can”t help it.
“That was amazing,” she whispers as I pull out of her, my cum running down her thighs.
“It was,” I reply. “Shower?”
I help her to her feet and pull her close to me. I unbutton her dress and she takes it off.
“I don”t have a choice, do I?” she says after looking down at herself. Grinning, I take her in my arms and kiss her thoroughly.
***
“Morning,” Cara greets my twin and looks at him with a grin. Alex returns her look and sips his coffee.
“Morning,” he greets us. “Did you have a good orgasm?”
Cara immediately blushes and I give Alex a scathing look. It”s so typical. He loves to embarrass Cara and once again he does it masterfully.
“Coffee?” I draw attention to myself. After sex in bed and in the shower, I”m awake now.
“Maybe I won”t have coffee after all,” Cara sighs. “I really have to go.”
She points to the front door with her thumb.
“I”ll see you tonight for sure. Bye Alex.”
“Bye,” my brother replies, smiling at her. “Will you dance with me?”
“After seeing your dancing skills with Emily?” Cara laughs, raising her eyebrows. “No way.”
“Oh, come on,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. “I can also dance very romantically and lead well.”
Annoyed, I slap him on the back of the head.
“Don”t do that,” I growl. “You can push any woman in this country across the dance floor for all I care, preferably your ex and her little sister, but not Cara.”
“Don”t be jealous, little brother,” he says arrogantly. “I can show your sweetie the ropes.”
I roll my eyes, because it”s another reference to the sex noises he”s heard. Alex is my best friend, and, of course, he knows more about my sex life than Cara would like. Even though I don”t explicitly tell him what we do, he knows my preferences in bed well enough to know how it went this morning.
He also knows about my feelings for her and would never seriously flirt with her.
We both know what”s good for us. With Cara, we both agree that she”s good for me. Which is more than I can say for Alex and the Cluster sisters. He keeps falling in love with Daisy and he should keep his hands off Emily. She”s way too good for him. I see Em one day in a fancy little house like our parents have, with a man who has a solid job and not her sister”s playboy ex-boyfriend.
When I think of Daisy and me... yikes! That”s totally against the bro code. I”m sure it”s the same between sisters.
“Leave her alone, Alex,” I say, putting my coffee down next to him. “I”ll walk you to the door,” I turn to Cara.
She nods and reaches for her bag that she left on the dining room table last night.
“See you tonight, Alex,” she says goodbye again. “Have fun at practice.”
“Thanks,” he says and I follow her to the front door.
“Don”t let him bother you,” I say, grinning at her. Cara returns my grin.
“Neither do you,” she says. “He”s doing it out of pure provocation.”
“Hm,” I grumble and go to kiss her, but she turns away. “What is it?”
“Not here,” she says, “Alex can see us.”
“Alex can hear us making love,” I counter angrily, raising my eyebrows. “Why shouldn”t he see this?”
“I don”t want him to,” Cara clarifies and I press my lips together to avoid starting the next argument.
“We”re not together, Noah. There”s no reason for us to kiss outside of the bedroom or sex. Especially in front of your brother.”
“You don”t say,” I growl. I don”t like that she”s always emphasizing that we”re not together. “See you tonight?”
“Sure,” she says, “I”ll see you tonight.”
Cara smiles at me again, turns on her heel and disappears from the apartment. I run my hands through my hair, and groan in annoyance as the door slams shut. Frustrated, I go back to Alex, who smiles and hands me my coffee.
“Thank you.”
“I”m sorry,” he says. “I didn”t mean to...”
“You didn”t,” I say, turning the cup in my hand. “For her, it”s just sex.”
“And not for you?” Alex asks and I shake my head. He basically knows, but I understand that he needs to hear it from my mouth.
“No, it was never like that,” I sigh. “I like her, I really do, but she doesn”t want to. She”s sticking to her decision not to have a relationship with a football player.”
“Fuck,” Alex mumbles and I nod. “And there”s nothing you can do about it?”
“No,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee. “I can”t force her to be with me.”
“Yes, you can,” Alex says and I roll my eyes. “I”m sorry, but she also has to realize that it”s good between you. You”re happy.”
“You don”t have to tell me that,” I reply brusquely. “Tell Cara.”
“You really want me to talk to her?” he offers.
I widen my eyes. Is he serious? There”s no way he”s going to talk to Cara and tell her how I feel about her. Firstly, I can do it on my own and secondly, she”ll just take it the wrong way.
“No,” I reply. “You shouldn”t.”
“Okay,” he says. “Then go ahead and wallow in your heartache.”
“I”m not wallowing...” I press my lips together. “Leave me alone, Alex.”
“Yeah, what now?” he asks. “Do you want my advice or not?”
“No,” I say firmly. “I don”t want it.”
Then I grab my coffee and go upstairs to pack my things for practice.
I love Alex, but he really doesn”t need to give me relationship advice. I”m not heartbroken. At least I don”t think I am. Heartache is something else.