Twenty-One
Carter
W e showered. I washed her body, every fucking inch of that goodness.
“You’re just trying to feel me up, aren’t you?” she teased as I ran my hands over her tits.
I smirked. “You can see straight through me.”
She was so beautiful under the water, batting her eyes at me. She had a way of looking so fucking innocent, but I knew better—we both did.
“Always,” she replied.
It took everything in me not to drop to my knees and bury my face against her stomach. To hold her to me—to tell her how much I missed this. But I didn’t want to freak her the fuck out. I’d already done that enough times already.
I stepped out and left her alone, but I felt her eyes on me as I strode out of the tiny bathroom. If it were up to me, I’d have whisked her away into a high end resort. I’d have bathed her under a fucking waterfall—she deserved better than this.
I collapsed onto the single bed, shaking my head for a moment at how puny the fucking thing was. It barely accommodated us. Sex had been a tight fit, and I wished she hadn’t beaten around the bush and given us a room with a decent sized bed.
But I knew Leah.
She would have got the room under the false assumption that two beds meant we wouldn’t run the risk of fucking. Her pathetic attempt was adorable, and I wanted to squeeze her to me and kiss that cute little mouth.
Needless to say, I was on a high.
Fuck, I felt so alive.
I felt myself humming a tune I didn’t even know.
A tune I was making up on the spot, and the words—they were in front of me, floating in the air around me. I just needed to grab them, put them together, string a bunch of lines and hum them until I felt ready to make a song.
I got up and threw my jeans on. Unable to find my shirt, I walked out of the motel room shirtless and barefoot. It was too dark out, and no one was milling around. I kept my gaze planted to the ground anyway and approached the vending machines outside.
I bought a couple bottles of water and a crapload of snacks. When I got back to the room, I threw them on the bed and turned something on the television. White noise.
I felt restless, like all I wanted to do was go back in there and kiss the fuck out of her. I didn’t like being away, not for one second. What if she was under that water regretting what we’d just done?
That possibility made me uneasy.
I had to win her over, make her remember what she felt for me. There was no way those feelings were gone. Not after what we’d just done.
“I can’t fuck this up,” I whispered to myself. “I gotta fix this…”
She came out minutes later, flushed from the water, in nothing but a towel, smiling at me with this timid look on her face. I patted the bed and she climbed in next to me.
“I see we got dinner,” she said, motioning to the bags of chips.
“Memory lane, baby,” I reminded her. “We had shit back then, remember?”
“True.” She grabbed a bag of potato chips and opened them.
“I got you all the flavours.”
She hid her smile. “So romantic.”
I lightly tickled her, and she wormed away, laughing breathlessly.
We watched some television for a while in comfortable silence. She found her place against my side, resting her head on my chest as she watched and ate. With ease I’d never felt before, I combed through her hair, studying the soft golden strands in between my fingers.
This felt good.
Why had I ever taken it for granted before?
What the fuck was wrong me growing up to think that she’d ever hurt me?
I was such a miserable little dick. This was perfection. There wasn’t some needy girl I had to please. There wasn’t an uncomfortable silence I had to break. I wasn’t the rockstar that a woman was using to advance her own image.
It was just Leah and me.
“You gonna fulfil that fantasy of mine later?” I muttered out with a lazy grin.
“You talking about that trucker hat shit?” she asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Yeah, that.”
“Maybe.”
I didn’t press her.
We watched for a little while. My hand roamed the side of her body, teasing along her towel line. Her skin was so smooth. Nothing like I remembered. The brain seriously dulls this shit down, probably to make the separation less painful.
“You can’t stop, can you?” she muttered, lightly.
“Touching you, you mean?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
She bit her lip, those cheeks turning pink again.
“I imagined you every time I was with someone, or no one,” I found myself saying when the silence got too thick. “I needed that connection, and I never felt it with anyone else, not unless I pretended they were you. They were horrible replacements.”
“Well, if it makes you feel good, you were right about before,” she replied. “Nobody took care of me the way you do. Sexually, anyway.”
I frowned. “Sexually, but not emotionally . I can do that now, Leah.”
She didn’t respond to that.
Instead, she pulled away from me and leaned over to grab the hat off the nightstand. I watched as she put it on and turned to me, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, looking like a fucking dream. Without another word, she went up on her knees and unfolded the towel.
I knew what she was doing. Distracting me to keep from talking about anything serious. I wanted to press it. Believe me, pressing it was at the tip of my fucking tongue, but—
Jesus, she was a damn expert at distractions.
My cock was hardening without pause.
A thrill ran through me at the thought of her touching me looking the way she did. Fuck, I wanted inside her.
Completely naked, she straddled my hips, giving me a perfect view of her tits. My hands shot out to them, taking them in each palm.
Oh, fuck, how many times had I wished for this?
“Is this fulfilling your fantasy?” she asked quietly, lust forming in those beautiful brown eyes.
“Once you slip my cock inside you, yeah,” I gritted out.
She pulled out a condom from my wallet before she unbuttoned my jeans. I helped slide them off me. I gripped her tanned little hips, and she teased the tip of my cock against her wet pussy before she slid the condom on. I breathed hard, knowing I would die a happy man after this kind of mind-blowing visual.
“You alright down there?” she cheekily asked me.
I smirked up at her. “If you don’t fuck me right this second, I might self-implode.”
She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes; her cheeks were flushed, she had that glassy look about her, and I knew she needed this as badly as I did. She slowly came down over me. My fingers dug into her skin as she rode me, that damn fucking hat on her doing wicked things to me. I’d come right then and there if I didn’t have any willpower.
She took her time, grinding her tight little body against mine as she closed her eyes and rode out her pleasure.
“That’s it,” I growled out.
She leaned down and kissed me. My arm wrapped around her back tightly. I pounded into her, expelling every urge I had inside me, fucking her like a ragdoll, knowing how badly she wanted to be used.
“Does that feel good?” I panted, wanting to hear her.
“Yes, Carter,” she moaned.
I fucked her hard, bucking my hips, gritting my teeth as I held back my release. She gasped, crying out my name against my mouth. I slowed down, grabbing at her ass with my other hand.
“Grind me, Angel. Rub your pussy against me.”
She buried her face between my neck and shoulder, grinding into me, stimulating her clit as she went. Her breaths came out short and fast, and I pounded into her again before she came, her muscles tightening around my cock as I went.
I paused for a moment, letting her orgasm wash through her.
I needed this to last.
When it died down, I pushed her up so that she was riding me again and took in that gorgeous satiated look on her face.
Fucking hell, I could get used to this.
I pinched her nipple as I started thrusting again, and my eyes roamed her tits and hips, taking every inch of her in before I looked back at her face.
Those damn doe-eyes were my undoing.
She stared at me—into me. I felt her wash over me. My fucking heart spasmed at the look of her, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I loved this girl. Fuck, I loved her—
I came hard.
“Fuck, fuck, Leah.”
She collapsed over me. Chest against chest, I could feel our heartbeats racing. Racing, just like I was racing for time. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her softly.
Be with me. I wanted to say.
Just be with me.
She fell asleep on me like that, and I never got the chance to say the words out loud.