“What about you guys?” Carly asks, her eyes coming to me. “How was the boat?”
I nod my head once as I respond.
“Good.”
“It was better than good!” Mary cuts in. “Nico rented an entire yacht. Can you believe it? We had wait staff coming out of our ears with delicious food and drinks! And your father caught so many fish!”
“It was a great day,” Henry agrees as he carefully takes the job of scooping the hot food out of the slow cooker and into a serving dish.
“Well, had I known it was a yacht I probably would have come,” Carly says, though her words lack the usual bratty undertone. Instead, she’s smiling to me like it’s an inside joke of sorts. Like I would find her comment amusing. I don’t know what the hell is going on with her but it’s putting me on edge. Did the spa do body transplants or something? Because I suddenly am very unfamiliar with my girlfriend of three years.
I grab the pan of fresh rolls out of the oven before Mary can attempt to before I gesture towards the table.
“Sit, I’ve got it.”
She smiles at me gratefully and moves to take her seat, Henry sitting beside her next. Carly takes a seat as well as I set the rolls onto a serving plate and bring it over. There are two open chairs atthe table, one across from Carly and one beside her. Though instinctually, I want to go for the further one, I decide to sit beside her. The simple gesture isn’t lost on her, either. She practically beams up at me, pressing another kiss to my cheek before her hand rests on my thigh.
Guilt and confliction war inside me. It feels wrong to have her lips on my skin when mere hours ago I almost snapped and crushed my own to her sister. It feels wrong to sit beside her willingly because I know that if Cassi was here, I’d have taken every opportunity to sit beside her. She’s not here, though. She’s out. WithAlec. And I’m here, with Carly. As we both should be.
Dinner goes by actually quite lovely. Henry and Mary tells us some stories about when they were young and living in this house and Henry tried his hand at some do it yourself handy work around the house. Suffice it to say, they ended up calling a service each time. Carly also surprisingly stayed quiet for most of the dinner. She didn’t feel the need to fill the space with empty jabbering, she didn’t need the spotlight on her. She was…nice. It felt good. Like I hadn’t wasted the last three years of my life with an ungrateful brat.
After, she helped clear the table and Henry and I tackled the dishes before the girls went to the back deck and chatted. Once we were finished, we joined them and I’m proud to announce I only found my eyes watching the door, waiting for Cassi to be back from herdatethree times. Which, if you think about it, isn’t that much.
Eventually, Mary and Henry head to bed for the night and say goodnight to us before leaving Carly and I alone, bathed in moonlight and porchlight. Her hand comes to my thigh as she rests it gently and smiles.
“That was really nice of you to take my family out today. You didn’t have to.”
I shrug.
“It was nothing. I enjoy them…your dad especially,” I tack on.
Carly grins, a smile that reminds me of a thousand memories as she nods.
“He’s the best, and he adores you too. So does my mom, she might even be more in love with you than I am,” she laughs.
She sobers for a moment before shrugging one shoulder.
“My sister, she’s a hard one. She’s hard to get along with honestly. I wouldn’t break my back trying to please that one if I were you.”
I don’t respond because this suddenly feels like dangerous territory and with us having a nice night, so far, I don’t want to ruin it.
“I want you to know, Nicholas, how much I appreciate you. I’ve never taken our relationship for granted but I also don’t think I’ve been as communicative for my appreciation of you as I could have been. I’m sorry.”
Skepticism has officially entered the conversation. This has to be an act of sorts. She’s laying it on too thick. Too sincere for Carly. What kind of spa was that again? Did she spend time in the exorcism room?
“I know, you might not be able to ignore all of this shit I’ve pulled over the last few years but I want to start over, if that’s okay,” she continues, her eyes practically glittering with emotion as she looks at me.
Before I can respond, she’s slowly standing, slipping into my lap before winding her arms around my neck. I don’t wrap my arms around her to hold her closer, then again I don’t push her away either. Instead, I stay neutral allowing her to control this moment as my rattled inner thoughts scramble to decide what to make of all of this.
Carly smiles at me once before leaning in, her pillowy soft lips brushing against mine. I’m unreceptive for one kiss, two, and when her lips pull against my own for a third time, I decide what the hell. Wrapping one arm around her back while using my other hand to cup the back of her head to me, I crush myself against her.
She moans into my mouth as my tongue comes to twirl around her tongue, her pussy grinding against my hardening cock. I haven’t kissed her in what feels like so long, I’d almost forgot what she tastes like. Biting her lower lip, I push us to stand as Carly wraps her legs around me and I carry us through the back door, across the house and up the stairs.
I open her bedroom door easily in between kisses, kicking it shut behind me before dropping her onto the bed. She falls with a plop and I take advantage of her disorientation, pushing up her mini skirt to her hips, leaving her only exposed with her white lace thong. Grabbing her legs, I push them back so I can see her spread open for me and my cock throbs as I do. Fuck. She may be an entitled bitch but she has a beautiful pussy not as beautiful as her sister’s, but that’s the fucked up thoughts I won’t be allowing tonight.
Tonight is all about me and Carly. My girlfriend. No one else will enter the conversation or my head. Tonight, I’m putting everything into this, to us, and I’m finally going to shove that stupid fucking One Night Stand out of my head.
Grabbing the string of her thong, I pull it to the side before leaning forward, licking my way through her before my tongue pauses on her clit. She lets out a low moan before quickly covering her face with a pillow as I revel in the taste of her. I proceed to eat her fucking soul out of her cunt before she begins wiggling and squirming against me. I feel the moment she has her first orgasm of the night. Her legs tremble, her moans turn to a whimper before her pussy throbs. I lick every drop of her release up before moving to stand.
