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“Oh, Carter, yes, yes” I cry out as he touches me, bringing me to my climax.
“Addy, baby,” he whispers and nudges my cheek with his nose before pressing his lips to my neck as his hard length presses into me.
“Carter,” I whisper, my breath catching in my throat as he pulls his fingers from inside me. I mourn the loss of them, wanting nothing but more of him touching me.
“What do you want?” Carter asks, running his lips along the skin of my neck and shoulder. He moves his hips against mine in an extremely amazing and distracting manner.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper. In one quick move, Carter pulls me up off of the bed and into his strong arms. His eyes blaze brightly and his skin is warm against mine, but he’s still wearing too many clothes.
Without another thought, I pop the button of his trousers, wrapping a hand around his cock and squeezing it gently. He sucks in a breath, running his hand through my dark hair and kissing me deeply before shoving his tongue in my mouth. Then Carter gently shoves me back onto the bed and pushes my little skirt up to my belly. The cool air from the room brushes against my warmth.
He buries his face between my thighs as if he belongs there. Licking and sucking on my sweet spot. I gasp when he lifts away, pushing his pants down his thighs before pushing his length inside of me. It throbs against my walls and I moan at the feeling.
“Addy,” he says sharply, his face changing as he buries himself deep inside of me.
I arch my body into his, my hips meeting his. Carter thrusts rhythmically, peppering my shoulder with kisses. I push my hips up to his with every thrust, matching his movements perfectly.
“I want you to come while I’m inside you,” he whispers in my ear. I let out a soft moan. “I want to feel it, baby.”
His words stir up the fire inside of me, the heat of my pleasure dripping from me. I can feel the heavy want building in my body until it explodes. The hot burn of pleasure overwhelms me enough to make sparks fly behind my eyes. It’s almost too much for me to take and I feel myself crying out. I’m too full of him and too happy to speak too much.
“Carter,” I can feel myself whimpering his name, clutching at his hip with my hand to keep him inside of me as the ache of wanting keeps pressing its way through me. He pushes into me and moans as I feel his own desire pour into me.
I never want this moment between us to end. I want to stay like this forever, skin-to-skin, as close as I can be to him. This wasn’t just sex to me, not just a release of sexual tension or a way to thank him for looking after me.
This was special. Even though I can’t articulate exactly why I’ve fallen so hard for Carter so fast, it would be silly to ignore that I have.
The high from my orgasm slowly begins to subside. Carter tucks me into his arms and I wonder which sensation I actually like more. Is it Carter behind me, warm at my back and loving, or him hovering over me like the most beautiful vision of something I never even imagined that I could have in this life? I turn around to face him and run my fingers over the tan, freckled planes of his wide, strong shoulders. In his arms is the only place I want to be, the place I feel safest.
When I look into his eyes, I see a home and a life that I can count on. I see a place for my sister and me to finally feel safe.
Izzy. I turn over and grab my phone from the bedside. There’s a text from Jorge, confirming that Izzy is okay. She might be annoyed that I’m having him check up on her. I know she’s going to say that she’s not a baby and can take care of herself. And it’s not that I think she can’t. Truthfully, it’s more for my own peace of mind.
When we lived with my mom, things were so stressful. Everything Mom worried about became my worry. I never got a break from seeing all of the bad in the world. But she did try her best.
Mom wanted to be sure we could overcome everything that life handed us, so she was hard on us. I had to do everything myself, and while I’m grateful to have that resilience, sometimes I wish she would have just been a regular mom. Someone who loved and cared for us unconditionally. It was hard cutting her out of my life, but my life has been nothing but better for it. I’m finally breathing fresh air.
“I hope you don’t think I’m taking you home,” Carter says, kissing the back of my neck. “You’re staying right here tonight.”
“I wasn’t even dreaming of going home. I want nothing more than to stay here.”
We turn over to cuddle together in the bed, sleepy and sated.
Chapter Five
Carter
Addy’slittlesisterisstaring at me like she wants to run me over.
I can see her through the window of the low-level apartment. I pull up in front of the brick building, my heart slow and steady in my chest. I had my driver take Addy home an hour or so ago, just so that her little sister wouldn’t be too surprised if she was dropped off by me. As I step out of my shiny red car, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I walk up to the door of the apartment and ring the doorbell, my palms sweaty with anticipation.
The door swings open. The teenager standing in front of me looks similar to Addy, except she’s a blonde instead of a brunette and her nose is slightly more upturned. And she’s scowling.
She looks at me with a skeptical expression, her arms crossed over her chest in her school pullover, jeans, and scuffed up riding boots. Why she doesn’t like me, I’m unsure, although I can guess that it comes from a place of protectiveness for Addy. But I'm determined to win her over. She’s important to Addy, which means that she is important to me.
I smile casually, the one that even grandmothers love.
"Hey, there. My name is Carter. What’s yours?”