Carter pointed at the front door. “You sure? You loved him at one point. My ex told me she was selling the house we lived in because she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed we shared. You’ve been here three years in the house he bought, and you seem really comfortable. Don’t you want to know why he ghosted you at the altar? You might as well go and see if you can catch up with him. He came back after all this time. Maybe he has a good reason.” He revved the engine. “I know how this ends. There’s no reason for me to go inside.”
His words triggered why he was so upset, and I became contrite. “I’m not your ex.”
“Which one?” Carter scoffed. “Right now, you all seem the same.”
The engine still ran quietly as he opened the door and walked around to my side, and desperation hit me. I jumped out of the car and threw my arms around him. “Baby, please listen. Please.”
“Move, Brooklyn. This man walked into your house on Christmas and showed up at your job like it was his right. What am I missing?”
“Nothing. I swear. Check my phone or do whatever you need to do to believe me.” I frantically kissed his lips and his neck. He moved his head with irritation, though I heard the hitch in his breath. A chip melted.
I reached down to cup him, and his dick responded to my hand. “I can’t stand the thought of never feeling this again and being with you. Please stay. I love you. Only you.” Uncaring that we were outside in view of my neighbors, I lifted his sweater andlicked his nipples and his chest, begging him with every touch of my mouth on his beautiful body.
And his urgency to leave became the need to fuck.
Kicking the car door closed, he lifted me, stormed through my house, and tossed me on the bed. Carter pushed down his pants, and his dick sprang out. Hard, long, and thick. Ready to fuck. “Turn over.”
“No.” I slid out of my bottoms and panties and opened my legs, wanting him to see me and not just fuck me because his dick was hard.
Carter’s chest heaved up and down as he stroked his dick, watching me.
I reached down between my legs and spread my slick inner lips for his viewing pleasure. “I’m so fucking wet for you. I want to feel you, skin to skin.”
He gripped my thighs and spread them wider as he thrust deep inside of me. The force and the feel of him stretching me, skin against mine, started my spiral into orgasmic release. He jerked the back of my hair and growled, “You better not come yet.”
I bit his shoulder to tame the need to scream at the intense pressure of his steady, hard strokes. Carter was rough and wild, needing to punish me the only way he could, without physically hitting me. He fucked me and fucked me. The minute I came, he would coax my body back into readiness with his tongue or his fingers. His dick remained erect, determined to take my all before he released.
My body was sore from the sex after the third time, and I pleaded, “Baby, I need to rest.”
He nodded, though he remained hard and rolled over.
I closed my eyes, though I couldn’t sleep, knowing he was unsatisfied and that he was still hurt. I tugged on his shoulder and pressed him flat on his back. Carter’s palm curved to myface, and I kissed the inside of his hand before lowering my head to kiss his lips. We kissed slowly, and our tongues entwined and danced. I grew wet and ready for him again, and I eased his dick inside of me. I grimaced at the soreness while anticipating his strokes to replace the pain with pleasure. He felt so damn good as he allowed me to move up and down at my pace until his body needed more.
I didn’t resist when he flipped me over and entered me from the back, moving faster and harder. His hands on my hips, banging me against him over and over until Carter released deep inside of me as my body reached its pinnacle for the fourth time. He collapsed beside me on his stomach, and I curved myself to him.
“Brooklyn, you need to wake up, or you’re going to be late.” His voice sounded far away. Usually, a kiss or a caress of my breast awakened me. He had become my alarm clock in our brief time of togetherness.
The familiar ache of not enough sleep kept my eyelids closed. “One more minute.”
“It’s already after eight.”
Groaning, I pushed up to rest against my headboard. “Yeah, I’m not doing another year. I’m exhausted.”
“Another year?”
I slowly opened my eyes, and Carter rested on my loveseat in the corner of the room. “Did you sleep over there?”
He shrugged. “Never went to sleep. What do you mean, I’m not doing another year?”
“My residency.”
“Don’t change anything on my account.”
“I know that Carter.” I retorted. “Definitely learned my lesson about changing plans for a man.”
“Listen, I need to go to the house. My mother is there waiting for me. She has errands to run.” He stood up. “Think you can drive yourself to work?”
“Been doing it for years,” I flipped my legs over the bed. “Can we take a beat and talk?”
