Chapter 30
Willa
Carter pulls me up and wraps me in his arms.
His chest heaves under me, and our damp skin clings together.
“So,” my finger plays with the single hair next to his puckered nipple, missed from the latest waxing he got, “how was it?”
“Good.” He kisses my temple and then lifts my chin to gain access to my lips. “Fucking amazing.”
“You’re getting better,” Vic would say after I would finish, then he’d hand me a cup and bottle of water to rinse my mouth out before he would kiss me.
I shake the nasty thought out of my head. I want to wipe every memory of him out, but my therapist said it may take some time. We talked about the incident when I broke my ankle, and then she dove in, asking questions about my ex. I didn’t want to talk about him, but it’s been helping. So has Carter.
Carter isn’t like Vic. At one time, he compared himself to Vic, but they are complete opposites.
“Give me a minute, and then I’m going to ravish you.” He kisses me again, holding me close to his chest.
“We have all day, right?” I kiss his pecs and make myself comfortable. “But I will get hungry, so you can’t forget to feed your hostage.”
“That’s what the tacos are for.” His voice comes out in a deep grovel as his hand smoothes down over my butt.
“And thirsty.” I pick my head up to tap his full bottom lip.
“Damn, I knew I forgot something.” He smirks. “But you just drank a shit ton of my cum. That should last you a little while.” His eyebrows tick up. “And then we’ll have to do it again.”
I laugh and slap his chest before sucking in a bite of his flesh. He moans and squeezes my butt cheek.
“What are your tattoos for?” I trace the one of the bird with my finger.
“Huh?” Carter shifts under me as his arm tenses.
“Do they have any kind of special meaning?” I don’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but I want to know everything about him.
“Some have meaning.” He clears his throat. “Others I got when I was bored.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
“This is obviously for the fire department.” I point to the one on the inside of his bicep with the department’s logo over flames. “And this one,” I turn to point to the paramedic logo with a snake wrapped around a pole in the center on the inside of his other bicep, “is obvious too.”
“Yup.” His hand smooths over my hip as his body relaxes.
“What’s this?” I point to the one on the side of his torso, scripted words that are hard to make out from this angle.
“Be strong. Be tough. Never give in,” he reads off the words for me.
So far, none of them are insignificant. Each one makes up this tough, caring man.
“And this one?” I slide my hand over the bird and mountains drawn on his chest and give it a soft kiss. This one feels special. It’s more detailed and bigger than the others. It must’ve taken the longest to sit through.
“It’s a bird.” He clears his throat, and I regret asking when I hear the sadness in his voice. “It’s for Janisa.”
“Oh.”
“She was my sister.”
I knew that, but I nod and try to look surprised. “You had a sister?”
“You knew that, didn’t you?” He calls me out on my lie.
“Creed may have mentioned her,” I tell him the truth. “What happened to her?”
“She took some pills. A lot of pills.” He looks away, but holds me closer to his side. “It was happening right in front of us, but we did nothing about it.”
“You were so young.” From what I remember, Creed said it happened ten years ago. That’s too young for a boy to worry about things like that.
“There were signs. Bruises, and she told me once, or she tried to, years before.” He takes a deep breath. “I never told anyone. I could’ve stopped him.”
“Hey,” I turn his face toward me, “you were too young to do anything. It’s not your fault.”
“Someone should’ve stopped him, but now there’s no proof.” Carter holds me close and runs his hands over my back and sides.
“I’m sorry for bringing it up, but it was not your fault. None of it is.” I place my hand over his chest where I’ve seen a few bruises over the months. There aren’t any now, but those marks left their impression and don’t ever really go away.
He closes his eyes and kisses me before lying back down, holding me with both arms wrapped tightly over my shoulders.
We lie there, nibbling each other with sweet kisses. Holding each other, taking away all our pains.
I wake up in Carter’s arms with the sun shining on us.
Our day of no barriers, uninterrupted sex turned into a long nap for both of us.
“Your snoring is so loud.” Carter grins down at me.
“I do not,” I gasp and try to lift away from him, but he holds on tight. Keeping me from getting up by rolling on top of me and pressing his lips against mine.
“Is it really that bad?” I ask, completely mortified, and will never fall asleep on him ever again.
“I love it.” His teeth run over his bottom lip as he juts his hard length between my legs.
He reaches down under the blankets and helps me shimmy out of my underwear. Reaching over the side of my bed, he pulls a condom out from his jean pocket and slips it on between us.
“I love everything about you.” His hand stays between us as he massages my clit. Peppering kisses over my neck and down my chest as his fingers rub and flick.
My back arches, giving him access to unclasp my bra. He cups one and covers the other breast with his mouth as I throw my bra across the room.
I moan as he sucks and pulls my nipple between his teeth.
“Carter.” I grip the sheet and snake my hand through his hair, tugging at the longer strands on the top.
He pops my breast out of his mouth and sits up. Draping my legs over his thighs to line himself to my entrance.
With one hard thrust, he fills me up.
I sit up on my hands with a gasp at his thick cock stretching me out. Carter holds me up in his arms, stilling inside me for my walls to form around him.
His hand cups my cheek, lovingly caressing my jaw. Those deep, russet eyes pierce into me as I clutch onto his hard biceps.
He gives a short thrust, sliding against my swollen clit with barely any pressure.
“I’m falling for you, Willa,” he confesses with a kiss on my eager lips and another pulse inside me. “Every bit of you.”
I devour him. Grabbing his hair and jaw and pressing his mouth to mine as my tongue slides in to drink up every bit of him.
It’s never been like this. I’ve been falling for him. Every moment I tried to deny it, but I can’t anymore. I’m so in love with him.
He lays me back down and slowly makes love to me. Sliding in and out in a slow melodic rhythm with our mouths and hands never leaving each other’s skin.
I’m in a state of complete bliss. Happier than happy. Nothing matters outside these four walls.
Carter promised to keep me in my room all day, with multiple orgasms, and he delivered.
“Mmm.” I bite into the hard shell of beefy goodness as Carter feeds a taco to me. I’m spent.
My legs and arms are numb. I’m propped up with pillows and Carter heated our tacos up and came back with several bottles of water.
How long does he plan to keep me here?
I don’t care one bit. I’m officially his willing hostage.
“Someone needs to work on their stamina.” He laughs and nudges my motionless body.
I moan with my eyes still closed.
“If only you put this much effort into hockey.” I squeal when he pinches my side, and my eyes shoot open. “I’m up.”
We’ve been at it for hours. I don’t know how he’s still able to stand.
“One more bite.” He holds the taco up to my mouth. “This is the last one.”
I bite down on the crunchy taco, and juice from the meat drips out onto my bare chest. Carter takes my hand from reaching for a napkin and uses his tongue to lap the mess up.
“Mmm, yummy.” He groans and tosses the rest of the taco back in the bag, coming back to lick up my chest to my neck. “Ready for round… fuck, I lost count.”
I laugh and wrap myself around him, holding onto his neck and lifting my hips up to rub against his growing shaft.
“Make love to me again,” I beg. “I want it nice and slow.”
We’ve done several positions, but that one was my favorite.
“As you wish.” He pulls the blanket over us and lavishes me with his fingers and mouth. Touching and rubbing all my sensitive parts.
There’s no need for anymore foreplay. This entire day has been one long foreplay, and I’m already soaked through for him.
“Last one.” He holds up the condom, placing it on my lip to clamp down on the edge as he rips it open. “Let’s make it last.”
“Oh god,” I moan loudly as he enters my very sensitive, swollen hole.
“I love you,” he whispers against my skin, taking me by surprise.
I suck in my breath, ready to say it back when my door slams open with a crack.
“I knew it,” Jocelyn shouts.
“Shit.” I push Carter off and scramble up, covering myself with my sheet.
“Fuck,” Carter groans, holding himself as he hunches over.
“Jocelyn, wait.” I throw on my shirt and underwear to chase her down the stairs. “I’m sorry. I—”
“I can’t believe you lied to me.” She turns around with her hands thrown up. “Was it just to laugh in my face?”
“What?” I screech. “No, I would never do that.”
“I asked you several times if there was something going on!”
“It just happened.”
“Right,” she scoffs. “You’re not friends with him. No one is friends with Carter.”
“I was and still am.” I step closer, trying to calm her down. “We’re friends.”
“When did it start?” She stops me with her hand raised. “When did you first sleep with him? Was it before our date?”
“Well, it… yeah. There was a time before that.” I close my eyes on my confession, too afraid to see how much I hurt my best friend. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“After all I did for you. I stood up for you for years, and you went behind my back.” She picks up her coat and bag from the couch.
“Jocelyn, I didn’t—” she slams the front door in my face.
I’m a horrible friend. I should’ve talked to her sooner. I should’ve confessed everything right from the beginning.
My head hangs low as I make my way back up the stairs to my room. She’ll never forgive me.
I open the door to Carter getting his clothes on.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize and sit on the edge of my bed.
“For what?” He yanks down the hem of his shirt. “For breaking my fucking dick off?”
“Oh, shit.” I stand to check on him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Or for not telling your friend about us?” He pulls his arm away from me.
“What are you—?”
“When were you going to tell anyone? Was I always going to be your dirty secret?” He searches around for his socks and shoes.
“No. You’re not.” Why didn’t I tell anyone? “There just wasn’t any time.”
He laughs maniacally.
“You were never going to tell them.” He slams his foot down as he gets his shoe on, making me jump back. “All your friends fucking hate me.”
“I don’t care about that.” I try to stop him from getting his jacket on. “Carter, please stop.” I can’t lose him too.
“It’s fine. It didn’t mean anything, right?” He throws back my words to Jocelyn. “We’re still just friends, right?”
“No. I didn’t mean it like that.”
He pulls his arm from my grasp.
“I’d do anything for you. Everything.” He shakes his head and walks out the door.
“Carter, wait.” I chase after him. “Please, stay and talk to me.”
He’s right. He’s done so much for me, and I couldn’t even tell my friends that we’re together. I was too scared about what they’d say or how they’d act. I couldn’t stand up for us.
He stops half way out the door. HIs chin moves over his shoulder, but he doesn’t look at me. “I can’t.”
I destroyed us, and this perfect day he planned.
Crumbling to the floor, I let Carter go.
There’s nothing I can do now to make this right, and I know that look. He needs to cool off before he can talk to me.