Carter argued, “Your parents knew from the first moment they met they would be together forever, and they were younger than us.”
“Yeah, but they didn’t move in together until they married six months later.”
“Fine. Then let’s get married. Neither one of us cares about a wedding.”
My heart soared with joy and trepidation. “Carter...all this because you’re scared of my friendship with Grey? You have nothing to worry about.”
“You’re a fucking lie,” he suddenly snarled, and I cowered in the passenger seat. “Who was your first?”
Tears ran down my face, and I wiped them impatiently, praying he wouldn't ask me when. “How did you know?”
He replied, “Youjust told me. Figured you slept with him. He’s possessive toward you, like he knows you intimately. Instinct told me he was your first.”
His quiet response was worse than his bark.
We rode in tense silence. I had no idea what to say or do.
Carter turned off the ignition when we pulled into the parking lot in front of the gym. “I love you. Never felt like this about anyone, and I’m almost certain I won’t ever feel like this about another woman. Six weeks of being with you, of lovingyou, of waking up together. It feels like a lifetime and no time. I don’t want us to ever end. I hate that I’m so caught up...that I physically ache if I can’t see or talk to you.” Carter’s eyes sparkled in the dawn’s light. “Tell me how to get rid of this jealousy...this feeling that you were never mine, that I’m just on borrowed time until he’s ready to be what you want.”
His passion, earnestness, and love for me overwhelmed the space between us. He had to know that I couldn’t get enough of him. I ached, too, at the thought of not being with him. “How can I make you believe you’re everything I want? I’m not waiting for him. These tears are for you.” I removed my seatbelt and knelt over the console to grab his face. “I love you. I’m in love with you and only you. You’re my dream, and I never want to wake up.”
He fisted my hair before punishing me with his lips, and I couldn’t get enough of his rough kiss and touch. I pulled up my shirt and sports bra so he could suck on my nipples while I slipped my hand into his joggers to stroke him. His pleased moans spurred me on, and I shifted my body to suck on him. I pulled him deeper in my mouth and tongued his dick until he grew rigid and began panting. Soon he yelled, and his cum exploded in my mouth, and he pressed my head to him as I swallowed as much as I could.
Carter chuckled when I lifted my head and grabbed some fast-food napkins he stashed in his glove compartment. He wiped my mouth before kissing me, then wiped himself and adjusted his pants. “I’m not asking you to stop being friends with him but at least respect why I don’t like it or him. Just move in with me, okay?”
Conceding, I quirked a brow. “Marriage off the table already?”
“No. You’re just not ready.”
“And you are?”
“I am.” His gaze didn’t falter from mine, and I believed him.
When he opened the door for me and held my hand to help me step down, I entwined our fingers instead of releasing his hand. Together, we walked into the gym, and I marveled that I held the hand of my future husband.
