Page 29 of Until the End (The Lost Letters #3)

Ginny

I move through another round of sun salutations as the video on my phone guides me through the class. My thoughts have been all over the place since I flew out here yesterday. Yoga has been the only thing to keep me somewhat sane.

Leaving Sonoma was much harder than I expected it to be.

It wasn’t just saying goodbye to Carson.

It was not knowing when I would be back that killed me.

I hated leaving my friends, and being separated from Carson will be one of the hardest things I’ve done in a long time.

It just cements in my mind that I want Sonoma to be my home base instead of LA.

I loved living here. There are many things I’ll miss about the city, but being home these past several weeks has reminded me where my heart lies.

In the meantime, I can’t say I hate the hotel suite Chelsea picked out.

It’s more like a tiny apartment than a hotel room.

The bedroom is separate from the living space, and there’s a kitchenette by the door.

Since I can’t cook to save my life, it’s perfect.

I have a microwave, fridge, and sink, and the bathroom has a deep tub that’s perfect for soaking in.

Chelsea deserves free coffee for life for finding this place.

I’m supposed to meet with Mariana this afternoon to sign paperwork. We’re going to go over my contracts with Muse, as well as other opportunities she wants me to explore. I’m not sure I’m ready to take on anything else at the moment, but she wants me to know my options.

A call comes through, interrupting my yoga video. I sit on my mat, my legs crossed underneath me. “Hey, Daren.”

“Hey, Miss Ginny. I’ve got a surprise for you. Mind if I come up?”

“Of course not. What kind of surprise?”

Humor laces his voice. “You’ll see.”

With those cryptic words, he ends the call. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on my door. A quick peek through the peephole shows Daren’s large frame filling the entire doorway.

I open the door and gasp when Daren steps to the side. “Carson.”

“Hey, Goose.” Before he can finish his greeting, I’m in his arms.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” I murmur into his neck.

“I’ve missed you, too.” He carries me across the threshold, my arms still tight around his neck while his are around my waist. “Thanks, Daren!” Carson calls over his shoulder as the door shuts on Daren’s laughter.

Carson sets me down but keeps his arms around my waist. I cup his cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re here. How long can you stay?”

“I’m here as long as you are.”

“What?”

Carson grins down at me. “I told Uncle Levi I wanted to come out here, and he practically shoved me out the door and said, ‘Don’t come back without our girl.’ ”

I drop my head back with an elated laugh. “I can’t believe you flew all the way here. This is amazing.”

“I couldn’t do it, Goose. I couldn’t stay home, knowing you were by yourself. It took Noah metaphorically smacking me over the head, but I realized I needed to be by your side more than I needed anything else.”

“But you hate the city. You’re going to be miserable.”

“Nah. As long as you’re by my side, I can deal with anything. I’ll find something to keep me occupied while you do your thing, and at the end of the day, you’ll come home to me. That’s all I need.”

I kiss him again, bubbling with more joy than I know what to do with. I can’t believe he’s here. That he put his life on hold just to be with me. It makes me want to do anything and everything to show him how grateful I am to have his support.

With that in mind, I yank my sports bra off as quickly as possible.

“Fuck,” Carson groans. “It’s only been a couple of days and I’m dying for a taste of you.”

“And here I was, thinking I wanted a taste of you ,” I tease.

An idea lights up Carson’s eyes. “Come with me.” He grabs my hand and leads me into the bedroom. He does that sexy one-handed T-shirt removal thing, and then his hands are on me. We work quickly to pull our clothes off until we’re both bared to each other.

I feel like I should be embarrassed to stand in front of this man completely naked, but Carson has never once made me feel anything other than beautiful. The way his eyes take me in is almost reverent. He looks at me as if I’m the most precious thing in his life. It’s a heady feeling.

Carson lies on the bed, beckoning me to follow him. I crawl across the mattress, sliding my body against his. Once our faces are aligned, I kiss the crap out of him. I love these moments of tenderness right before he does wicked things to me.

He pulls away, a smirk quirking his lips. “Turn around.”

I tilt my head. “What?”

“You said you wanted a taste of me, and I’ve been dying to eat your pussy until you come on my face, soooo…turn around.”

A shiver moves through me at his dirty words. I’ve never attempted something like this. “What if I suffocate you?”

“You won’t, but I can’t say I’d hate dying that way.”

I roll my eyes but do what he’s demanded. His erection is stretched up toward his navel, a drop of precum beaded at the tip. I can’t help but lick that small drop.

Carson grunts, and a flush of pride moves through me. The power I wield over this man is intoxicating.

Then he’s gripping my hips and situating me on top of him. I get no warning, just a teasing slide of his tongue through my slit.

The moan that comes out of me is indecent. “Oh, my.”

Carson chuckles. “That’s it, Goose. Be a good girl and suck my dick until I make you come so hard you can’t think straight.”

“Jesus, Carson.” His dirty words are too much. They’re taking over my brain, and I already can’t put two thoughts together.

Needing some control back, I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and lick him from root to tip.

His hips stutter at my teasing touches around his head.

Then, it’s all I can do to focus on my task.

Carson’s tongue is magic against my clit.

He knows exactly what I like but doesn’t let me climb too high before backing off.

Over and over again, he takes me to the edge of my orgasm before slowing down until I’m mad with need.

This is the sloppiest blow job ever because I’m barely thinking at all. Carson doesn’t seem to mind, given that his hips keep rolling, pushing him into the back of my throat.

I’ve never done anything like this, but with Carson, there’s not a single thing holding me back. I want to please him and be pleased by him. So far, I think we’re accomplishing both of those goals.

I start to jack him at his base, needing him to be as mindless with pleasure as I am. Because I upped the ante, Carson does, too. Two fingers push inside me, smooth as silk, given how wet I am. He pumps into me, his tongue continuing to do phenomenal things to my clit.

I’m not prepared for the orgasm. It hits me out of nowhere, and I gasp, causing Carson to go deep into my throat and yanking his orgasm out of him without warning.

It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Once we’re both coming down from the high, I flop over onto my back. My head is at Carson’s feet, our panting the only sound in the room.

“Holy fucking shit.”

I laugh. “Ditto.”

Carson grips my shin, connecting us in a way I didn’t know I needed. He’s always doing stuff like that. How he knows when I need these touches, I’ll never understand, but I love it.

“Let’s go shower. I think I can finally feel my legs.”

Giggling at my silly man, I sit up on the bed. He scoops me up before I can even think about standing and carries me into the bathroom.

The water begins to steam up the space, but we just stand there, holding each other. “I’m so glad you’re here, Duck.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”