CHAPTER ELEVEN
Indiana
“Brad wants to come over this afternoon,” I tell Meg over lunch. “Mr. Jenkins has paired us up to do our English assignment together. He wants to get a start on it. I’m not sure what to do.”
“Let him. Make sure you get him to climb through your bedroom window though. Give that arsehole next door a taste of his own medicine.”
“I’m not getting him to climb through my window,” I laugh. “Two wrongs don’t make a right. Plus, if I do, Brad will get the wrong idea.”
“No he won’t. Tell him your front door is broken,” she says seriously. Has she lost her mind? I can’t do that.
“You’re such a dork,” I say. “I’m not even sure I should have him over. My dad has forbidden me from seeing him, remember?”
“This is school related. He’ll be at work anyway, won’t he?” she states with a flick of her wrist. “He’ll never know.” She might be used to doing things behind her parents’ backs, but I’m not.
“He will if Carter tells him. He’s the reason I’m not allowed to see Brad in the first place.”
“It’s up to you, but I’d be all over that shit if it was me. Not only is Brad a total babe, it’s the perfect revenge for what Carter’s done.” Good point, but I’m still not sure if I’m comfortable with this. I’m not really into revenge.
“What if he tries to, you know?” I ask. I’m not comfortable about going against my dad’s wishes. I’ve never defied him in the past. Like Meg said, it is school related. Do I really have a choice? I’m certainly not going to go to his house.
“Have sex with you?” she giggles. “You can say the word you know. You’re such a prude.” My eyes scan the room to make sure nobody is listening.
“I am not,” I reply, throwing a chip at her.
“Just make it clear that you’ll be doing your assignment. Nothing else. Your father’s a cop. It’s not like he’s going to force himself on you. Unless he has a death wish.”
“I guess you’re right.” My dad would kill him if he laid a finger on me. Changing the subject, we talk about Derek, Meg’s latest lover. I’ve met him a few times. He seems nice enough. He doesn’t go to this school.
“Can I join you ladies?” Brad interrupts a few minutes later. I want to roll my eyes, but I refrain.
“Sure, handsome,” Meg purrs. She’s so forward sometimes. Of course he takes the seat right next to me. I’m really getting tired of him hanging around all the time. He’s really sweet to my face, but I don’t trust him after what Carter told me.
“Are we still on for that assignment this afternoon?” he asks.
“I guess. We only have a few days to get it done,” I reply.
“About that,” Meg chimes in. “If you’re going to do the assignment at Indi’s place, you’ll need to climb through her bedroom window. Her front door is broken.” Oh. My. God. She did not just say that to him. I kick her under the table.
“What?” he replies, looking at me confused. “Can’t I just use the back door?”
“Nope. She has a vicious dog that doesn’t like strangers. He’ll probably try and eat you,” she tells him with a serious face. I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. Lick him to death would be more like it. She is such a schemer. Sometimes I wonder how we became friends.
••••
“I can’t believe you said that to him,” I say to Meg as we make our way to our next class.
“I knew if I didn’t, you wouldn’t. Let Carter see. It’s alright for him to have girls jumping through his bedroom window. See how he likes it when you do the same.” He won’t care, but I don’t say that to her.
“Can we not go there again?” I plead. I’m still reeling over what happened. I can’t believe I let myself develop feelings for that douche.
••••
My stomach is in knots as I sit here waiting for Brad to arrive. I have Meg’s number on speed dial just in case he tries to make a move. She’s already promised to come straight over if I need her. So she should, since she’s the one that’s gotten me into this mess in the first place.
It’s just getting dark when I hear the tap on my bedroom window. I was hoping he could’ve come earlier, but he had football practice. As I make my way towards the window, I see him smiling up at me. He really is good looking, but in my eyes he has nothing on Carter.
“Hey,” I say as I slide open the glass.
“Hey, pretty girl.” I have to hold back the eye roll. He can put on the charm all he likes, but he still has no chance of getting into my pants.
He places his hands on my windowsill ready to launch himself up, but in an instant he disappears. What the hell? I hear a growl, followed by, “I don’t fucking think so.” Carter. Shit. He pulls Brad backwards, making him stumble. When I stick my head out, I see them standing face-to-face.
“What the fuck, Reynolds?” Brad snaps. “What’s your problem?”
“You are,” Carter spits. Oh shit. I’ve never seen him look so angry. His face is red and there’s a vein protruding from his neck. This isn’t going to end well. Fucking Meg and her brilliant ideas. Not.
“Carter,” I screech, my nails digging into the wooden frame.
“You stay the fuck out of this, kid. I’ll deal with you later.” He doesn’t even look my way. His eyes are firmly fixed on Brad. He looks like he’s ready to rip him apart. I bite my tongue. As much as I’d like to retaliate, common sense tells me to keep my mouth shut.
“You’ve got five seconds to turn around and go back to where you came from, or …”
“Or fucking what, Reynolds? What are you going to do?” Brad retaliates, getting up in his face. Shit. Does he have a death wish? That murderous look on Carter’s face alone would have me running for the hills.
“After I kick your arse, I’ll drag you down to the police station. That’s what.”
“That’s real smart, dumb-arse. You’ll assault me and then take me to the cops. It’ll only result in you getting charged, so go right ahead,” Brad retorts with a chuckle. God he can be so cocky sometimes.
“I don’t think so. When I tell her father I caught you trying to sneak in through her bedroom window he’ll thank me for what I did.” Carter’s right, he will. Then my dad will rip him apart.
Brad doesn’t move. He stands strong. Then he goes and does something incredibly stupid. Instead of taking Carter’s advice like he should, the imbecile pushes him. Dumb move, dipshit. Carter stumbles back slightly and then smirks. Actually smirks at him. Like he’s saying, ‘is that the best you got?’. Shit, he’s crazy.
Stepping back into his face, Carter says in a calm, yet intimidating voice, “One.” What is it with Carter and his damn counting? My eyes move to Brad. He’s no longer looking so sure of himself. I don’t blame him. This is like watching a train wreck. As much as you’d like to look away, you can’t. “Two.” I want to call out, run Brad, because that’s exactly what I’d be doing. The idiot just stands there.
On the count of three, Brad raises his hand to throw a punch. Carter’s quick and catches it mid-air. “Four, five,” he says quickly before launching at him. He tackles Brad to the ground with a thud. Raising his fist, he brings it down, connecting it with Brad’s face. Fucking hell.
Climbing out the window, I run towards them. Probably not a wise thing to do. “Carter,” I scream as I grab hold of his shirt. “Carter.” With my other hand I reach for his arm and try to pull him off. He doesn’t budge.
“Get off me,” Brad whines. I’m relieved when Carter finally listens. He’s breathing heavy as he stands. Brad snakes his way backwards on his elbows, never once taking his eyes of Carter. He eventually manages to stand, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’ll pay for this, Reynolds,” he spits before turning and walking away.
“I look forward to it, Cartwright,” Carter says to his retreating back. Idiots, the pair of them. I turn in a huff and make my way back towards my window. I’m so mad right now.
Climbing back through, I reach for the glass to close it. “I’m not finished with you,” Carter says as he pushes the window back open and hauls his arse into my room in one bound. Fuck. I take a step back. When I get a glimpse of the look on his face, I take another step. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he growls.
I continue walking backwards as he stalks towards me. Eventually my back comes into contact with the wall. Shit. Closing the distance between us, he places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. Leaning forward he pushes his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. I’m trapped.
“Get out of my room,” I sneer as I try to push him off me. As mad as he is with me right now, I’m surprised I’m not scared of him.
“I don’t think so,” he says, roughly grabbing hold of my face and tilting it up so my eyes meet his. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Well you thought wrong,” I retort narrowing my eyes at him. Who in the hell does he think he is?
“After everything I told you about him, you still invited him over?”
“Yep,” I say smugly, because it’s none of his business why Brad was here. He growls angrily in my face. Fuck him. He can think what he likes. You didn’t see me ripping that pink-haired bimbo out of his window the other night, even though the thought did cross my mind at the time.
“You wanna act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one,” he says, roughly bringing his lips down to mine. I’m shocked. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. I wasn’t expecting him to insinuate I was acting like a slut either. How dare he? What a hypocrite. He’s the whore, not me.
I try to push him away for all of a second. His kiss is hard, bruising almost. Nothing like the sweet kiss we shared last time. But it’s hot. Smoking hot. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about having his lips on me again. I hate him and lust over him all in the same breath.
Fisting his shirt in my hands, I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He groans into my mouth. “You want this don’t you?” he breathes, thrusting his erection into my stomach.
“No,” I lie, but the answer is yes. I want him so bad. I want him to do all the things that he has done to those other girls, to me. How pathetic is that?
His fingers glide down the sides of my body until he’s cupping my arse in his hands. He easily lifts me off the ground and my legs wrap around his waist. His hardness is pressing right against my centre giving me the friction I crave. Leaning my head back against the wall, I moan. The feeling is exquisite. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I dig the heels of my feet into his back, bringing him even closer as I grind myself against him.
His mouth moves across my jaw and down my neck. “Your body is telling me you want me. Stop denying it,” he says into the crook of my neck.
“You’re full of yourself. I don’t,” I pant. Another lie. He chuckles against my skin. Lifting his head, he looks me in the eye.
“If I was to touch you now, I know you’d be wet.” I know I would be too, but I’m not going to admit it.
“Well you’d be wrong.” He cocks one of his eyebrows. I know it’s a challenge.
“We’ll just see about that,” he says with a cocky smile as his hand slips into the waistband of my yoga pants. Oh God. He’s going to know I’m lying, but surprisingly I don’t care. I want him to touch me there. No, I need him to. “Your panties are soaked,” he groans pulling back to look at me. “Now tell me you still don’t want me.” The anger I saw in his eyes when he pinned me against the wall has vanished. It’s now replaced with red hot desire. The way he’s looking at me right now has my heart beating out of my chest. “So you don’t want me to do this then?” he asks, pressing his fingers in a circular motion against my clit.
“No,” I lie as my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone before, but I want this. I want him. Badly.
“You’re so wet,” he breathes as his fingers move inside the silk fabric of my underwear and slide through my wetness. “What about this, then?” he asks as his fingers continue their assault on my clit. I feel my face flush. I hate that he knows how wet I am for him.
“No,” I whimper. God. It feels amazing. Nobody but me has ever touched down there. I love how his fingers are making me feel. Unexpectedly, I don’t feel as nervous as I thought I would being in a situation like this. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because it happened so fast, and I had no time to overthink things, or if it’s because it’s with Carter. Either way, I’m tempted to scream out, Don’t you dare fucking stop.
“So you definitely wouldn’t want me to do this then?” he breathes, slipping a finger inside me. “Christ. So wet. So tight,” he growls out as his eyes shut.
“No. Definitely not that,” I moan pushing my pelvis further into his hand.
“I’ll stop then,” he says, stilling his fingers. My eyes shoot open to find him smiling at me. Bastard. He slowly slides his fingers out, so I reach down between us and grab a hold of his wrist. Shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to get me to admit that I want him. Never.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe and his smile widens. My head is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t believe a simple touch is capable of igniting such pleasure. The rougher he is, the more intense the feelings become. Why don’t I feel like this when I touch myself? Damn him and his magical fingers. He’s playing me like a skilled musician would play their instrument.
“Why don’t you want me to stop?” he asks smugly. I narrow my eyes at him.
“Because …”
“Because why?”
“Just because it feels good, doesn’t mean I want you,” I say, and his smile widens, revealing his perfect, white teeth. The way he looks when he smiles like that is a sight I can tell you. It takes my damn breath away.
“Oh you fucking want me,” he says all cocky. “You don’t have to admit it, kid. Your dripping pussy tells me everything I need to know.” He smirks before sliding his fingers back into my panties and through my wetness. His eyes close again. “Everything I need to know,” he breathes.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“No. I think it’s you that’s full of me,” he says pushing two fingers inside me.
“Oh God,” I moan. My hands move up to his shoulders for leverage. Digging my nails into his flesh through his shirt, I push my hips towards his hand.
“My name’s Carter, not God.” He’s such a smartarse. Ignoring him, I continue to ride his delicious hand. It feels wonderful. Amazing. I’m so close.
“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he commands. “I want you to see who is making you feel like this … Who’s giving you pleasure.” He called me beautiful.
Doing as he asks, my eyelids open as I gaze into his hauntingly stunning brown eyes. He’s smiling at me again. “Deny it all you want. We both know the truth. If I was to slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours, you’d be begging me for more.” Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before. His filthy mouth only turns me on more. Picking up the pace, I continue moving my hips against his hand. “Yes. Fuck my fingers,” he growls.
My fingernails dig further into his shoulders. “I’m … I’m …” I’m trying to say I’m coming but the words are lost as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my body. “Ohhh, Carter,” I moan as I throw my head back.
“Yes. Yes, that’s it. Come for me, beautiful. I love hearing you say my name like that,” he breathes as his fingers continue their assault. I love hearing him call me beautiful. “Fuck that was hot,” he says as his lips trail a path across my jaw until they find mine. “I almost blew in my pants just watching you come undone.”
His fingers are still inside me. I slide my hands up his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss. If he can make me feel like this with only his hand, I can’t wait to see how it feels when we go all the way.
Suddenly, he pulls out of the kiss. He removes his fingers and steps back. My legs slide down his until my feet hit the ground. I watch as his hand moves up towards his mouth. He pops his fingers inside and licks off my juices. “Mmm. You taste as sweet as I thought you would,” he groans, closing his eyes like he’s savouring the taste. I find this incredibly hot. “Is this what you brought Brad over for?” he asks when he opens his eyes again.
“What? No. We had an English assignment to do together,” I confess. He smiles. I guess he likes my answer.
“Have you ever let anyone touch you the way I just did?” he asks.
“No,” I admit honestly. I’ve touched myself on occasions, but I’m not telling him that. All these questions are killing the mood. I wish he’d just shut up and take me the way I want him to.
“Good. Make sure it stays that way,” he commands as he takes another step away from me. He abruptly turns and walks towards the window. What? That’s it? This is as far as it’s going to go? Why am I suddenly overcome with disappointment? “If I find a guy at your window again, I’m going to tell your father.” What the hell?
I’m instantly consumed with rage. How dare he come over here, scare off Brad, give me the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had, and then walk away as if nothing happened?
“Fuck you, Carter Reynolds,” I spit. I reach down and pick up one of my shoes off the floor, throwing it at him. It hits him square in the back of the head. Bullseye. Take that you bastard.
He laughs as he reaches up and rubs his head before jumping down off the windowsill and disappearing into the darkness. The fact that he finds this humorous only makes me angrier. Arsehole.