I froze as Carter closed the distance between us again, caught in his intense gray gaze, eyes flashing in the sunlight as he looked me over.
“Don’t be,” he murmured, still looking at me like the answer to every question he’d ever had was written on my face.
I grunted as he pushed me back against the bricks, catching my head so I didn’t split it open, mouth hot and eager against mine.
Searing arousal flooded south, a low, needy moan rumbling in the back of my throat as Carter kissed me, pinning me to the wall, one hand on my shoulder and the other clenched in my hair, holding me still so he could take what he needed.
All I wanted to do was let him. Even if I hadn’t had the biggest, stupidest crush on him that’d never really gone away, he’d been so kind to me just now. Whatever he wanted, he could have it.
I half-expected him to come to his senses a moment later, but that wasn’t what happened. The kiss broke, but only for long enough for Carter to gulp down a lungful of air and then swoop right back in, softer this time, the kind of gentle, thorough kiss aimed at turning someone on.
It wasdefinitelyworking for me.
I kissed back, tentatively at first, hesitant, afraid of freaking him out and making him stop, but Carter groaned deep in his chest as I responded, pressing closer to me, swiping his tongue along the inside of my lip.
If he kept this up, I was going to come in my pants like a horny teenager, and I didn’t even mind. The hugs-and-orgasms part of my brain was lit up like a Christmas tree, doing a little happy dance in the back of my skull even as blood flowed away from my brain and into my cock.
Carter didn’t say anything, but he kissed like a kid in a candy store. Like there was no way he could ever get enough of it and it was the most exciting thing that’d ever happened to him. Happy noises vibrated in his throat as he experimented, changing angles, testing out a little more tongue, one hand sneaking into my coat to grab hold of my sweater, holding me in place.
The sound of the door swinging open again made both of us freeze.
Carter’s mom didn’t say anything at first, but the look on her face was worth a thousand words.
All the warm fuzzy happiness drained out of me at once, leaving me cold and nauseous.
Not for me. There was nothing she could say to me aboutthisthat’d make me cry again.
But Carter wasn’t used to getting busted making out with a boy by someone who didn’t approve, and I knew how much that stung the first few times.
I couldn’t imagine what it’d be like coming from my own mother.
The cold hit me all at once as Carter stepped back, his confidence evaporating.
“You,” she said, looking directly at me for once. “Are not welcome at this wedding.”
Carter’s shoulders straightened, and this time, he stepped between me and his mother.
“Then neither am I,” he said, voice quiet but firm.
Defending me.
A surge of hope and affection for him welled up in my chest, pushing out all the fear and anxiety his mom had caused.
Carter was standing up for me. To hismother. His mother who even his dad was afraid of.
“Fine by me,” Mrs. K said, her mouth set in a hard line, eyes cold. “You’ll be welcome back when you’ve come to your senses and chosen someone more appropriate to attend with.”
Without a moment’s pause, Carter turned to me and offered his hand. His fingers were trembling, but there was determination written all over his face.
“Come on,” he said, ignoring his mother the way she’d ignored me so many times. “It’s cold out. Let’s head back.”
I took his hand, squeezing shaking fingers tight, and followed him past his mother and back to the car, guilt and giddy excitement warring in my gut.
Carter pickedme.
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