The tips of his fingers trail down my jaw until he takes hold of my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Ginny,” he whispers moments before pressing his mouth against mine. I try to pull away, but he only moves with me, deepening the kiss as his free hand cradles my head. “Remember how good we are together,” he mumbles against my lips.
I open to him, any attempt to fight what's happening slipping away. My hand cups his face as our tongues dance seductively, swallowing each other’s moans. But then that evil bitch of reality worms her way back into my mind and I pull away, breaking the connection, each of us left panting heavily.
“Why did you stop? Weren’t you enjoying it? Did you remember how amazing we are together?” His questions fly out, one behind the other.
“We can’t do this.” My words come out colder than I intend.
“Do what? Make out? Restart what should have never ended over the holidays? I want you, Ginny. All three of us want you. Did you know that we were planning to ask you to make us an official thing the next morning? We didn’t want it to end, Ginny. We were ready to do a long distance relationship or whatever it took to be with you.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. If I had stayed and just told my father to fuck off, then we’d be together still. They wouldn’t be fighting to be with me and maybe, just maybe, the rift between Blake and Chase would have never happened. I could’ve stopped it before it got to the point it is now. Slapped some sense into the both of them.
But it would never have worked. Because that would entail us learning more about each other and I would’ve found out where they went to school. That they played hockey. And that my father was their coach. It would've ended before it ever had a chance to begin.
“We can’t, Carter. It doesn’t matter how much I’d love for there to be an us, to see the four of us happen, my father would never allow it. He would never let me date one of his players, much less three.” I let out a heavy sigh, hating the fact that my father gets to dictate so much of my life. Fuck, I’m twenty and he still treats me like I’m a six-year-old.
“Then we hide it from him. We fix the strain between Chase and Blake and then we all repair our relationship. Keep it quiet, and then, when we are sure about us, we tell him. We tell everyone. You’re a grown woman, and if we have to prove to him how much we love you, then we will. But I can tell you one thing for sure, Ginny Lein, I’m never letting you go again. I’ve been miserable since you left, so have the other two numbnuts.”
“Carter—” He places his finger over my lips, shushing me.
“No. Tell me you’ll do it. That you’ll fight for me, for Chase, for Blake. For us.” Tears well in my eyes. He’s telling me everything I want to hear, and he’s right. I’ve been just as miserable as he says they’ve been.
My heart and mind finally agree. “Yes. Let’s do it,” I blurt out around his finger.
“Really?” he asks again and I nod.
“God, Pixie, I can’t tell you how much I’ve longed to hear those words. But right now, I need you.”
“I need you, too,” I tell him as I reach down, taking hold of the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor beside me.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure,” I tell him.
“Then let’s go to my room and rekindle the spark between us. Plus, I don’t want Chase to know about this just yet. Not until he and Blake have fixed things between them.” He stands, taking hold of my hand and leads me to his bedroom.
The room is dimly lit, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the walls. I stop at the entrance, leaning my body against the doorframe, my lips curling into a teasing smile as Carter moves across the room toward the bed, unaware that I’m not right behind him. He turns to face me, a quiet intensity in his gaze, his eyes roaming over me like a slow caress before he even lays his hands on me.
He slowly pulls his shirt over his head, before taking hold of his jeans and undoing them, gingerly sliding them down his leg, leaving his body on full display for me. His cock springs up, slapping against his muscular stomach, already hard and dripping with precum.
I move across the room toward him, cutting the distance between us as I slip my fingers beneath my leggings and begin to slowly work them down over my hips. Once I’m standing before him, I slip them the rest of the way down my legs, and gracefully pull my feet out of them, kicking the fabric to the side.
His fingers trace lightly along my arms, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I tilt my chin up, anticipation crackling between us like an unspoken promise. Carter brushes a strand of hair from my face, his knuckles grazing against my cheek, before his lips find mine—soft at first, searching, then deeper, hungrier.
I melt into him, my hands slipping around his waist, feeling the firm lines of muscle tense beneath my touch. His breath hitches, and I smile against his lips. “I want you now,” I whisper.
He grips me tightly, spinning us around before tossing us both down on the bed. He extends his hand, bracing his body from slamming down on mine, never once breaking our kiss. His lips trail from my mouth down to the curve of my neck, where he lingers, peppering soft kisses along my skin.
My hands move up his back, trailing along his spine until my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as heat pools between us, the rest of the world fading away. In that moment, nothing else matters—only the rhythm of our breaths, the pressing of our bodies against each other, and the electric thrill of what's to come.
Chapter 15
Ginny
Two days.
It’s been two days since I’ve had the most mind shattering sex I’ve had since being with the guys during Christmas. The way he swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple. How it felt as he ran it through my folds, seconds before sucking on my clit. But mostly how amazing it felt to be filled by his hard cock, each thrust inside of me pushing me closer to the brink.
It was an incredible reminder of how amazing we are together. Well, of how wonderful Carter was, still is. I have to wait to be with Blake and Chase. We’re so close to making them face the issues between them and put everything on the table. Carter told me what happened and I can see why both of them are upset. I do think that Blake has a lot of groveling ahead of him, but that Chase will ultimately forgive him.
