“Do it, Carter.”
His eyes met mine as he plunged into me. My eyes slammed shut and my head pressed back into the pillow. I inhaled sharply through my clenched teeth. My body began to relax as it adjusted to his size. My hips started moving of their own accord, knowing exactly what I needed.
Not to be outdone, Carter began moving, starting with slow, shallow strokes and slowly increasing his tempo. Lightningstreaked through my mind, whiting out anything that wasn’t him.
He leaned his body over mine to kiss me, connecting us there too. I noticed him looking at my face, making me feel seen. He was here with me, in this moment, floating in a sea of bliss.
I put my hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Your turn,” I told him.
He seemed to understand exactly what I meant because he lay on his back for me. His toned body was on full display, and his cock stood ready and waiting for me. I climbed on top of him, positioning myself over him. Once we were lined up, I lowered my hips onto him, feeling him fill me up inch by delicious inch.
The last few days had taught me I enjoyed this position more than I knew. I kept gravitating toward it, and once again, it was working for me. Planting my hands on his chest, I rode him hard.
Carter’s strong hands clamped down on my hips, pushing himself deeper inside me, building the embers into a roaring bonfire. Up and up, the heat became too much, and I burst into flames.
My whole body shook as I came. Carter covered my mouth with his hand to stifle my cries, and that just made me come harder.
As I clenched around him, he came undone too, bucking his hips up and grunting. We came together, lost in time and lost in each other.
I collapsed onto the bed beside him, panting and boneless. He got rid of the condom and came back to me, pulling me into his arms. I lay against his chest, still rising and falling quickly from the physical exertion. We had a hell of workout.
My senses slowly returned and I remembered where we were. “Oh, no,” I moaned, covering my face. “Was I too loud?”
“There’s no such thing as being too loud,” Carter said, rubbing my back with his hand. “I want to hear every little sound you make.”
“Sure, but what about everyone else in the B&B?”
He chuckled, the sound a rumble in his chest. “I can’t say for sure, but if I was a betting man, I would say the couple other guests staying here are out on the town square, getting involved in whatever is happening out there today.”
Relief filled me. “You’re probably right. They’re doing the races today.”
“What, really?” Carter tensed with interest.
“Calm down, Mr. Competitive, it’s like sack races and egg and spoon races. It’s mostly for kids.”
“Oh,” he said, relaxing again. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Yeah, it’s not as popular as the bake-off, but there are prizes for the little ones and more good food for the adults to indulge in.” I ran my fingertips over his chest, tracing random ridges of muscle and playing with his chest hair.
The sex had been amazing but this felt so much more intimate, lying next to each other, naked, no barriers between us, just holding each other and being together. No screens, no noise, no distractions. Just the two of us in our own little bubble.
“So listen,” Carter said slowly, and I got the feeling our sweet little bubble was about to burst. “Not that I’m complaining at all, but do you want to tell me what prompted this visit?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But just know that you can talk to me if you want. I won’t be able to go again for at least twenty minutes. So we have time.”
I laughed and slapped his chest. “I got upset over nothing. My brother came back from visiting my parents in Georgia.”
“I heard,” Carter said. “It must have been a hell of a vacation.”
“Oh, it wasn’t,” I said, scooting up so I could look at Carter while I talked. “My parents put him to work around their house, taking advantage of his visit for some home maintenance repair.”
“Well, that’s good, isn’t it? I know it’s not necessarily a restful vacation, but it’s nice to help out your parents, isn’t it?”
“Sure, but while they put him to work, apparently, there was a lot of complaining about me,” I said. It was the truth. Shane and I hadn’t fought about the strained relationship with my parents, though. That was a white lie to hide what we had really been arguing about.
Shane was furious when he found out who I’d been kissing in Tyler’s truck. He might have been less upset if it had actually been Tyler. Carter Allory was the bad guy to Shane, much like he had been the bad guy to me when Carter first showed up in Ferris, looking too polished for his own good.
