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Chapter 21

Carter

T he knock on the door sends a rush of anticipation through me.

I stand, moving quickly across the room. Another knock and I take a deep breath, calming myself. I don’t have to look through the peephole to know who it is.

It could be anyone, but I’m expecting her and my gut says it’s my pixie.

But when I pull the door open, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Ginny standing there, a teasing smile playing on her lips, her eyes glinting with something intoxicating.

I lean against the doorframe, unable to hide my grin. "I don't know what changed your mind, but I'm not about to question it."

Before she can respond, I take hold of her hand, tugging her inside with just enough force to make her stumble into me. I shut the door behind us with a quiet thud, sealing us in, confining her safely with me. Then, without hesitation, I cup the back of her neck and crush my lips to hers.

The kiss is desperate, deep, and hungry. She fists the front of my shirt, pulling me closer, pressing our bodies together. The air between us crackles with tension, with need. By the time we finally pull apart, we’re both a panting mess. We stand there for a minute, foreheads touching, breathing each other in like we can’t get enough.

"It took one dinner with my dad and Antony to know this is where I wanted to be," she murmurs, her voice breathless but firm.

It was a fucking turn on.

I smirk, brushing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. "Smart choice."

Taking hold of her hand, I lead her further into the living room, and we sink onto the couch, the cushions molding to our bodies. Ginny drops her bag to the floor beside her, then shrugs off her jacket, tossing it onto the chair.

Ginny being here in mine and Chase’s home feels right. Like something that should’ve happened a long time ago. But even now, something is missing. Blake and Chase need to work out their shit so they can be here with us. Just like we were in the Poconos. Only then will the world be right.

"How did it go today?" she asks, pulling her legs up and angling her body toward me, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my forearm. "Did everything go off as planned? Are Blake and Chase on the road to repairing their relationship?"

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "It went well. They were pissed, but I can handle that. I checked in on the nanny cam earlier and saw Blake pacing. Chase was out of the camera view, so who knows what the hell he was doing. But honestly, I can’t thank Henley enough for not angling it toward the air mattress. I have zero interest in seeing those two making out."

Ginny lets out a laugh that’s so light and addictive, the sound alone has me craving her. "Speak for yourself. I wouldn’t mind seeing that."

I groan, shaking my head as she giggles, her fingers still caressing my skin. The warmth of her touch seeps into me, unraveling something deep inside. I lean in again, brushing my lips against hers, teasing, tasting. She sighs, tilting her head and parting her lips to give me more access.

Our kiss starts softly, but quickly heats up. While one of my hands roams her body, the other cups her face, moving upward as my fingers thread through her hair, our bodies pressing closer until there’s no space left between us.

"Are you hungry?" I whisper against her lips before trailing kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat.

Ginny shivers under my touch. "Not for food," she moans.

A growl rumbles deep in my chest, my hands gripping her hips, steadying her as she climbs onto my lap. "There’s one thing I want to eat,” I say, my voice thick with promise.

Her breath hitches, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Then what are you waiting for?"

I don’t need to be told twice. I lower my hands, cupping one of her ass cheeks in each and stand, lifting her effortlessly. She locks her legs around my waist, her arms wrapping around my neck. Carefully moving around her bag, I make my way up the stairs, taking each one as if they’re committed to memory, my lips never straying far from hers.

When I reach the top, I make my way down the hallway until I get to my bedroom. I fumble with the door handle as I keep her wrapped in my arms. She laughs softly against my neck as I finally manage to push it open, kicking it shut behind us.

My bed is only a few feet away, and I don’t waste any time moving across the room to it. I lower her onto the bed, following her down, our lips meeting again in a slow, lingering kiss. My fingers instantly work to undo the buttons on her shirt, slipping it off of her shoulders. I trail kisses along the newly exposed skin, savoring the taste of her. She arches into me, her breath hitching as I devour her.

“There are still too many clothes between us,” she says breathlessly.

“You’re right.” We break apart, each of us hastily working to rid our body of every piece of clothing.

I settle between her legs once we are naked, kissing my way up her body, slow and unhurried, loving every reaction she gives me. Her fingers tighten in my hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as I kiss the inside of her thigh. Her body trembles beneath me, every breath ragged, every sound she makes fueling the fire between us.

I slip an arm under her thigh while sliding my finger up her seam until I reach her clit. She gasps and my cock twitches. She’s already so wet and fuck me, I love it. I lower my mouth to her clit, swirling my tongue around it as I slip one, then two fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out at first, curling the tips as I exit, rubbing against her g-spot.

My tongue and fingers move in perfect rhythm as she writhes beneath me. She shifts her body, pressing her pussy into my face.

I take my time, greedily drawing out every gasp, every shudder, until she’s gripping the sheets, her back arching, my name falling from her lips in a breathless plea.

She moans, her hands slipping through my hair, gripping the strands tightly. “I'm so close. I want your cock inside of me. I want to come while you fuck me.”

When I finally pull myself back, she's flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded and her nipples pebbled, aching to be sucked.

“You’re gorgeous.” My voice is husky, desire coursing through me. I lower my head, then flick my tongue across her hard peak. She arches her back into me, moaning in pleasure.

“I need you, Carter, inside of me. I want to come so bad,” she whimpers.

Sitting up, I reach over to my dresser, pull open the drawer and take out a foil packet. I know she’s on the pill, but I don’t want to risk anything.

“No,” she reaches up, taking it from hand, tossing it onto the floor. “I told you last time, no condoms. I’m clean, you’re clean, and I’m on birth control.”

“You sure?”

She grins at me, biting on her lower lip as she nods.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper. It’s as if someone—God, the Fates, the Tooth Fairy, fuck I don’t know—knew the four of us should be together and spun a wicked weave to get us back to here, where we could reconnect.

“I am.” She reaches up, brushing a piece of hair from my face.

I groan, burying my nose in the crook of her neck. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She smiles, her fingers threading through my hair, tilting my face up to meet hers. "Then show me."

I press my lips to hers, kissing her as I take hold of my cock, running it through her wet folds before lining it up with her entrance.

Slipping my hand between our bodies, I place my thumb directly on her clit, pressing firmly as I move it in a circular motion, then thrust inside of her. She’s so tight. Her walls clamp down on my shaft like a vise.

Our bodies move together in perfect sync, a silent conversation spoken through every touch, every breath, every shared glance. The world around us fades into nothing—no past, no future, just the intoxicating present.

In and out I thrust, her fingers running along my spine as she trembles beneath me. There’s something deeper between us, something more than just passion—it’s trust, connection, the unspoken promise that neither of us is truly alone.

Ginny's hands clutch at me, grounding us both in the moment. Every sigh, every whispered name, sends a rush of warmth through me, filling the empty spaces I didn’t even realize existed.

I lower my head into the crook of her neck, kissing along it, feeling her pulse beneath my lips, strong and steady, and know without a doubt that this— here with me —is where she wants to be.

In this moment, nothing else matters—just the heat between us, the rhythmic sound of our breathing, and the wild beat of our hearts. It’s intense, consuming, yet somehow grounding all at once.

When our lovemaking reaches its peak, and we’re both close to our release, I hold her tighter, anchoring myself to her, afraid to let go.

“Oh God,” she cries out as she falls over the edge. I can feel her walls pulsating, gripping my cock, milking me until my own release takes over and I unload ropes of hot cum deep inside of her.

I kiss her softly. “I love you, Ginny.” I’ve never meant three words more in my life—without a doubt it’s truly how I feel. She doesn’t answer. I’m not sure if she feels the same, or if she’s just not ready to say it. But I don’t need to hear them because I’m confident she feels the same.

I pull out of her slowly, making my way to the bathroom, cleaning myself before heading back with a warm rag, wiping my cum off her.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, the quiet hum of contentment settling between us. I brush a strand of hair from Ginny’s face, watching as a lazy smile curls her lips. I press a lingering kiss to her forehead, knowing deep in my soul that no matter what chaos waits outside this room, right here, in this moment, everything is exactly as it should be.

Then I hear it. Soft, warm and meaningful.

“I love you too, Carter.”