Chapter 28

CARRIE

Blake feels so good inside me. Like really good. I lay on my back with my legs wrapped around his waist. I relish the way he punishes me. He thrusts up and down, deeper and faster with every move. He bites my neck, he pulls at my hair and he digs his fingers into my exposed ass.

I’m fully clothed, except that my skirt is pulled up around my waist. And so is Blake, save for the fact that his pants are down around his ankles. We weren’t meant to have sex today, at least, not right now. I was on my way to the front door, my bags all packed, when he grabbed me and dragged me back to his bedroom.

I wrap my hands around his ass and guide him. He moves faster and faster. There is no foreplay or anything like that. We don’t need it. I am so wet and so aroused whenever I am around him that I am always ready to go. He is too, and the way he has me now is proof of that.

Back and forth, he pushes himself, his hips dancing. My legs stick up in the air now, and my ass is raised. He goes deeper and deeper. His hand moves down and rubs my clit. It sends a spark through my body. I bite his ear, and his nails press into the skin on my ass.

He continues to thrust inside of me, and his movements become harder and faster. His head is buried into my shoulder, and I can feel his whole body shuddering.

“I’m close,” he growls.

“I know, babe,” I reply.

His movements are the giveaway. And although I haven’t had time to reach that point, I really don’t mind. I just want him to come inside me.

And then, before I know it, he comes. Hard and fast. As he does, his body tightens up, and his lower half spasms. He pushes himself further into me, pausing as the base of his cock rams into my pussy.

I wrap my legs around him more tightly, holding him in place. I want to make sure that I don’t waste a single drop.

I never usually like quickies. They are usually aimed more at my partner’s pleasure than my own. But with Blake, I really don’t mind, and this one in particular was more than a little fun. And in his defense, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Today is my last day at Blake’s. In fact, this is my last moment at Blake’s. Before we started this quickie, I was all ready to leave, and he was all ready to take me home. But as I was on my way to the door, he stated that he just had to have me one more time. And so I let him.

“I can’t believe you’re going,” he says as he pulls himself away from me. “What a week.”

“I know, right?” I agree as I pull my skirt back down and begin to fix my messed-up hair. “It’s weird, but it feels like I’ve been here for ages. At the same time, it feels like it’s been no time at all. Does that make any sense?”

“I know what you mean,” he says. “It will feel weird coming home and you not being here. But when I think about it, it feels like you only arrived yesterday.”

With his pants pulled up, he adjusts his belt and flattens his hair. “Shall we?” He asks, holding his hand out.

“We shall.”

I take his hand and allow him to help me to my feet. He leads me through the house and out the front door, keeping a firm grip on my hand the whole way. It’s odd, but I don’t want him to let go. In fact, I don’t even really want to leave. I’ve grown to like it here. And not just because of the house, either, but because of Blake.

I stand at the front door as Blake gets his car. I look over the garden and wonder when I will be coming back. A part of me does not want to go. He pulls up the car, and I climb in the front seat. Once I am in the car and I strap myself in, he takes off, hitting the main road and steering the car back to my apartment. Back to my old life.

“Promise that you will call me the moment you get the results,” he says, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“You know I will,” I say, smiling. “But don’t get too excited. This stuff doesn’t happen overnight.”

“How long do you think? I mean, I know you’re not an expert or anything, but you probably know more than me.”

“At least two weeks, I think. I’ll check before then, obviously, but I won’t be holding my breath.”

He groans. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

I reach out and take his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Well, you have no choice. Until then, all you can do is hope you’re as fertile as you claim to be.”

He chuckles at this and lifts my hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “I am going to miss seeing you every day. Just so you know.”

“Yeah, me too. Seeing you every day, I mean. I know why we started doing this, but I haven’t regretted it. Not for a second.”

And that’s the truth. As he continues to navigate the car to my apartment, I can feel my stomach dropping. I don’t want the week to end. I don’t want to go home. I am sure that if Blake asked me to stay longer, I would say yes instantly.

But then I remind myself that I can’t do that. I’m battling with myself constantly on two fronts. The first is the fact that I’m really starting to like Blake. When it is all said and done, I thank my lucky stars every day that he chose me for this. The more I get to know him and the closer we get, the more I can feel myself falling for him.

But that only conflicts with my other problem, and that is my revenge. I love my sister, and I owe her everything. I vowed to her and to myself to take the baby and leave Blake in the cold when the time comes. I can’t break that promise, despite how much I want to.

Because I do want to. At least, I think I do. It’s all so confusing. I look at Blake’s face as he steers the car, and I smile. I can’t help myself. He makes me so happy, and I hate what I am going to do to him.

“Here we are,” he says.

I look out the window, and indeed, the car is parked out in front of my apartment.

“Home sweet home,” I say, sighing.

I try not to sound too depressed. I don’t want Blake knowing how upset I am. I may want to stay at his place, but that doesn’t mean he wants me staying there. Odds are that he’s glad I’m leaving.

“I’ll call you soon, okay?” He says. He picks up my hand and gives it another kiss.

“Okay, I’d like that,” I respond, offering him a weak smile. I reach out and open the car door, readying myself to get out.

“Hey,” he says.

I turn back to see what he wants. He reaches forward and runs his fingers through my hair. Pulling me forward, he kisses me goodbye on the lips. I return the kiss with full force.

There is no sexual passion in the kiss. No longing or desire. It’s a kiss shared between two lovers who are aware of what they are losing.

It’s sweet and tender, and it might be the best kiss that we have ever had. But, as soon as it begins, it is over. I hold my head there for a moment, relishing the taste of his lips on mine. I then realize what I am doing, smile awkwardly at him and climb from the car.

The car pulls away, and I make my way to my apartment. As I do, I again think about what I plan on doing to him. And worse than that, I can’t decide whether or not I will be able to. If someone asks me right now and right here, I would say that I can’t hurt him like that.

I realize that I love Blake too much.