Chapter Twelve Carter #2
She reaches between us, pumping my cock as I slide into her, burying myself to the hilt with a growl. She’s so tight, I grip her knee, pulling it up for a deeper thrust. Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper into the moment, into her.
Every inch of her is soft and warm and trusting, and that trust nearly brings me to my knees.
She fits me perfectly, and it’s not just about sex, it’s about being as close and joined to her as I can be.
Olivia’s nails dig into my back. The feel of her, finally claiming her, I never want this to end.
Olivia moans as I pump in and out of her.
Her lips find mine, and she bites my lower lip.
My lip tingles when she releases me, and I feel as though, in her own way, she’s claimed me.
I hold her tightly, rolling us so she’s above me, and the sight of her with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes full of want, burns itself into my memory forever.
“Carter…” she whispers, voice trembling with need and something far more dangerous.
With her head back, nails digging into my chest, I grip her ass with one hand and use my fingers with the other to tease her nub. My skin where she touches me feels as though it’s on fire.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Oliva pants, eyes now locked on mine.
I memorize every curve like she’s something sacred.
She moves with me, against me, in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that makes my pulse stumble.
A surge of need overwhelms me as she rides my cock.
My control is slipping, a tension low in my stomach spreads ever lower, this woman is made for me.
And not just here in the bedroom but out in the world.
Olivia knows my sport, knows the toll it can take and still wants this, wants me.
The first flutterings of her pussy and the cries she’s making, tell me she’s close.
I’m lost in her and the noises she makes.
Olivia kisses me again, deeper, hungrier, as though she’s discovering every part of me at once.
Our breaths mingle, uneven and desperate.
She tilts her head back, letting out a soft sound that hits me like a punch of pure desire.
Olivia is more than beautiful at this moment, she’s everything to me. But when her pussy clenches around my cock, and she yells my name, everything inside me shatters.
I pump my seed into her as she takes all of me over and over again. This is the perfect surrender of two people finally giving in to their desires.
Later, hours later, we lie tangled in my sheets, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare shoulder.
“That was—” she starts.
“Yeah.”
“I mean, really—”
“Yeah.”
She laughs, the sound soft and content. “Very articulate, Storm.”
“Give me a break. You scrambled my brain.”
“Good.” She kisses my chest. “Mine’s pretty scrambled too.”
Silence settles over us, comfortable and warm. Outside, the city lights glow through the window. Inside, it’s just us.
“Carter?” she says after a while.
“Hmm?”
“What are we doing?”
I tighten my arm around her. “What do you mean?”
“This. Us.” She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. “We’re supposed to be keeping distance. Being careful. And instead, we’re—”
“Together,” I finish. “We’re together.”
“But for how long? What happens when—”
I press a finger to her lips. “Don’t. Don’t ruin this by thinking about all the ways it could go wrong.”
“Someone has to think about it.”
“Let it be tomorrow’s problem.” I pull her back down, tucking her against me. “Right now, in this moment, you’re here. I’m here. And that’s all that matters.”
She’s quiet for a moment. “You make it sound so simple.”
“Because it is. I care about you. You care about me. Everything else is just noise.”
“That noise could cost us everything.”
“Or it could give us everything.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m willing to take that risk. Are you?”
She doesn’t answer right away. I feel her breath against my skin, steady and warm, and I wonder if I’ve pushed too hard, asked for too much.
Then she says, so quietly I almost miss it, “Yes.”
Relief floods through me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She tilts her head up, and even in the dim light, I can see the determination in her eyes. “I’m terrified. And I don’t know how we make this work. But I’m in, Carter. Completely.”
I kiss her, slow, deep, a promise and a prayer all at once. When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “Together.”
“Together,” she echoes.
And for the first time in days, I believe it might actually be possible.
I wake up to sunlight streaming through the window and Olivia sprawled across my chest, one leg tangled with mine, her hair a wild mess on the pillow.
She’s snoring. Just a little. It’s adorable.
I don’t move, don’t want to wake her. Just lie there, memorizing this moment, the weight of her against me, the sound of her breathing, the way her hand rests over my heart.
This. This is what I want. Not the touchdowns or the headlines or the fame.
Just this.
Her eyes flutter open, bleary and confused. Then she sees me and smiles, soft and unguarded.
“Morning,” she mumbles.
“Morning.” I brush her hair back from her face. “Sleep okay?”
“Mmm. Best I’ve slept in days.” She stretches, catlike, then freezes. “What time is it?”
I glance at the clock. “Seven-thirty.”
“Shit.” She sits up, taking the sheet with her. “I have a meeting at nine. I need to—”
I catch her wrist. “Stay. Just a little longer.”
“Carter—”
“Please. Five more minutes.”
She hesitates, then sighs and settles back down beside me. “Five minutes. That’s it.”
“Deal.”
But five minutes turns into ten, then twenty. We don’t talk, just lie there, wrapped up in each other, pretending the outside world doesn’t exist.
When she finally does get up, I watch her move around my room, gathering her dress, her shoes, looking for her phone.
“I look like I got hit by a truck,” she mutters, catching sight of herself in the mirror.
“You look beautiful.”
“Liar.”
“True.” I sit up. “You want breakfast? Coffee?”
“I don’t have time.” She slips her dress on, struggling with the zipper. “Can you—”
I cross to her, zipping it slowly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”
“Me too.” She turns, cupping my face. “Last night was—”
“Perfect.”
“Yeah.” A smile tugs at her lips. “It really was.”
“So, we’re doing this? For real?”
“For real.” She kisses me, quick and sweet. “But we have to be careful, Carter. No one can know yet.”
“I know.”
“I’m serious. If Mark finds out we’re still seeing each other—”
“He won’t. We’ll be smart.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I’m not giving you up. Not again.”
Her eyes soften. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go either.”
One more kiss, longer this time, deeper and then she’s gone, slipping out my front door with a final glance over her shoulder.
I stand in the empty hallway, grinning like an idiot.
We crossed the line. Gave in completely. And it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.
Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.
Starting right now.