Chapter 11
“We’re going to Tahiti?” Karter asked as her mother showed her the plans she’d come up with so far for their vacation.
“Yes, we are. I figured that you’d like it. Getting to see Creed in swim trunks a majority of the time,” her mom responded with a smirk.
“I’ve seen him in trunks during other family vacations,” Karter reminded.
“Yes, but you weren’t dating then. This will be different. I’m sure you’ll both enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?” her dad inquired as he and Creed walked into the kitchen, where the two women were sitting at the island.
“We were talking about Tahiti,” Karter replied.
“Is that where we’re going?” Creed questioned.
“Yes,” Sora responded. “I found a nice resort on the beach, and I was able to book us rooms on the same floor.”
“Wait, rooms,” her dad started. “We always get a suite with three bedrooms.”
Karter watched as her mom cut her eyes at her dad. “Yes, well, I decided to mix it up this year.”
“I don’t see the need for that. A suite will work better,” he stated.
“No. We’re doing it this way. I believe Karter and Creed would like their privacy.”
“For what?” her dad questioned. “I don’t see why they need—”
“Stop talking,” her mother cut him off. “I’ve already booked the rooms, and I’m not changing them.”
Karter bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling, but she didn’t miss the chuckle that her boyfriend allowed to slip from his lips.
They both knew that her dad wouldn’t bring it up again.
They all knew without a doubt that her mom wore the pants.
Though she was the only person her father allowed to tell him what to do.
It was a power her mother held that she didn’t use often.
“So, when do you want to go?” Creed questioned.
“Next month. The week of the fifteenth. Does that give you enough time to get things in order with Purgatory?” her mom asked.
“That should be fine since we’re only open four days.” He turned to Karter. “I’m going to head out. I have a couple of pieces I want to work on. We’re still good for tonight?”
Karter nodded. “Yes, I’ll be ready at eight.”
Creed leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Karter would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised. Especially with both of her parents being right there. Though she knew she shouldn’t have been. Creed was nothing if not bold.
He said bye to her mother before he and her father headed out of the kitchen. Karter turned her attention back to the screen of her mother’s laptop. Prepared to finish listening to the plans she had mapped out.
Karter looked herself over in the full-length mirror.
She had opted for a pale-yellow maxi dress and a pair of matching wedged heels.
They were going to the drive-in movie that was held once a week, and tonight they were playing an old horror movie.
Karter had never heard of it, but Creed had told her it was a good one.
He’d suggested they go out to dinner first, but Karter wanted the entire drive-in effect. So, she’d asked if they could pick something up and eat it while watching the movie. To which her boyfriend agreed. Grabbing her purse, she made sure she had packed her hand sanitizer and wet wipes.
Karter turned off her bedroom light on her way out and went into her living room to wait. She was just about to sit down when there was a knock on her door. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was eight o’clock on the dot.
Opening the door, Creed stood on the other side wearing a pair of dark jeans and a gray V-neck shirt, his sleeves on full display. It wasn’t the first time she’d wondered how he could look so good in something so simple.
“You look gorgeous, baby.” Creed leaned in and kissed her.
“Thank you,” she responded. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Are you ready?”
Karter nodded, stepping out of the door, being sure to lock it behind her. Creed took her hand in his and led her to his truck. He opened the door for her, and Karter slid in. Once he was in, he pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road.
“Where are we getting food from?” she asked.
“I’ve got it covered,” he told her.
They pulled into the drive-in ten minutes later, and Creed backed his truck into a spot. He turned it off before getting out, and Karter followed suit.
“I figured it would be more comfortable watching from the back of the truck,” he informed her over the bed, as he opened the back driver’s side door.
Karter watched as he pulled pillows and a blanket from the back, along with a small cooler.
He placed them in the truck’s bed over the side before going to the latch and letting the tailgate down.
He picked her up and placed her on it. She turned, arranged the pillows, and set the blanket to the side.
It wasn’t cool out, but she knew that if the wind blew, they would need the blanket.
Creed joined her, opening the cooler. Karter looked on as he pulled out a fruit bowl, two containers with utensils, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. They had about seven minutes until the movie started.
Taking the lid off the container, he handed it to her; the delicious smell of the shrimp pasta met her senses. She couldn’t help but smile. It was one of her favorite dishes. They ate in silence while other vehicles filed in until the movie started.
Ravage sat leaning against the back windshield of his truck while Karter sat between his legs.
They were halfway through the movie. About twenty minutes into it, Karter had moved from where she had been sitting to between his legs.
Now and then, she would bring her hand up to cover her eyes or turn to hide her face.
Ravage had to keep himself from chuckling each time.
It wasn’t a particularly scary movie, and even if it were she usually enjoyed those.
However, it was filled with a lot of gore.
He wrapped his arms around her while she readjusted the blanket. The wind had picked up a few moments ago, and Karter had spread it across them.
Ravage honestly wasn’t actually interested in the movie.
He’d seen it too many times as it was. However, his girlfriend had wanted to come to the drive-in, and the movies they were showing for several weeks after this one were full of bad plots and clichés.
He knew of a better way to kill the rest of the movie time instead of watching it.
Bringing up one of his hands, he squeezed her breast lightly. Karter gasped, and her hand moved to grab his wrist.
“Creed. What are you—”
“I’ve seen this movie a dozen times. Let’s do something more interesting,” he suggested, pinching her nipple softly.
“Like...like what?”
“I thought this was pretty obvious. I want to see if you can be quiet enough so the cars beside us don’t hear you.”
With that said, he pulled her dress until it was bunched at her waist. He slipped his hand between her legs and ran his middle finger up and down her panty-covered slit. Leaning in at the same time to nip at her neck.
“Creed,” she moaned softly. “What if someone looks over here?”
“Mm...then they should have been minding their own business, but we’re mostly covered so they won’t see much.”
Slipping his hand into her panties and between her lower lips, he found she was already getting wet for him from the little stimulation that he’d given her.
Ravage pinched her clit before moving his middle finger lower, sliding it into her at the same time he tweaked her nipple.
Karter moaned, her hips moving to meet his finger.
She was tight around him, and he’d only slipped a finger inside her.
If she was this tight around a finger, he knew she was going to suffocate his dick.
Curling his finger, he brushed that special bundle of nerves as he moved it in and out of her. She moved with him, and from the way she was pulsing around his finger, gripping his wrist, he knew it wouldn’t be long before her orgasm overtook her, and he’d just started touching her.
That told Ravage one of two things. It had been a while since she’d been pleasured and came.
Or that whoever she’d been with last had not done his job.
Ravage chose to believe that it was the former of the two options.
Either way, neither of those was something she would have to worry about with him.
There would never be a time when he left her unsatisfied.
He was a firm believer in making sure his partner got off as many times as possible before he ever did.
He also had no intention of making her go more than a few days once he started dicking her down.
Though if he had his way, he would be doing so daily.
“Creed, please,” she pleaded softly.
“Please, what?”
“I’m about to cum.”
Ravage nipped at her neck again, speeding up his ministrations. “Then cum for me,” he commanded.
It was as if his words opened the floodgate, because a second later she was releasing on his finger.
“Ravage!” she moaned.
He couldn’t help but smirk to himself. She rarely called him that. Only when she was mad at him, or overwhelmed by something he’d said or done, it seemed giving her orgasms had that same effect, and he was one hundred percent alright with it. He liked the way it sounded tumbling from her lips.
Slowly removing his finger from her, he brought it up to lick it clean. She tasted as sweet as he knew she would.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the woman who was in the car next to them staring intently. No doubt she’d just been witness to what had gone on. He wasn’t worried about it. He knew she hadn’t actually seen what he was doing, but more than likely had made it out from Karter’s reactions.
Ravage raised an eyebrow at her before winking, and she turned to face forward quickly. He had to keep himself from chuckling. He didn’t need Karter to know that they’d had an audience. No, he wanted her to bask in the afterglow because it was only a sample of what was going to come her way.