When I wake up I feel refreshed and better than I have in a long while.
Stretching my arms over my head, I yawn, rolling my wrists and neck, loosening my joints before feeling for my glasses on my side table. Curling my fingers around the thick black plastic of the arm, I slide them on, and yawn again.
“Chance? Baby, are you okay?” Carter’s worried voice fills my senses.
Sitting up, I find him in my plush reading chair by my window. “What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice gravelly from sleep. I glance at the clock on my side table, “It’s not even five a.m., Carter.”
He holds a finger up, “Give me a sec,” he says, then rushes out of my room.
I blink after him, that was strange. Before I can think on it too much, he returns, with my mother hot on his heels. I frown, “What’s going on?”
Carter stops just inside the doorway as my mum rushes toward me. She throws herself at me as soon as she’s close enough, wrapping her arms tightly around me. I return her embrace, “What’s wrong?” I ask, almost afraid of her answer.
Holding my shoulders, she moves back to look me in the face, “You’ve been asleep for two days, Chance.”
What? My eyes shoot to Carter and he’s watching me closely. “What do you mean?” I ask, returning my gaze to my mum.
Her eyes brim with unshed tears as she caresses my cheek lovingly, “You scared me, sweetie. Don’t ever do that again!” she sniffles.
I swallow, my throat dry, “What are you talking about?”
Carter approaches us, resting his hand on my mum’s shoulder, “You should go get some sleep, Vivian. I think she’s okay now.”
Mum nods at him, kisses my cheek, then leaves my room, pausing at the door. “You’ve got yourself a remarkable young man, sweetheart. Hold on to him,” she says softly, then continues on her way.
Carter sits beside me and pulls me into his side, “You scared the shit out of me, My Girl,” he murmurs into my hair.
I relax into him, but I still don’t know what they’re talking about. I sigh as I snuggle further into his warm body. “It was just a migraine, nothing to worry about,” I mumble. “I don’t know why you two are being so dramatic.”
Carter tenses, then tilts my chin to him, “It’s Sunday morning, baby.”
My brows jump, “What?”
He nods, “I came around after training on Thursday night. You didn’t sound good on the phone and I couldn’t go home without checking on you. When I got here, you were out cold. I tucked you in and you didn’t even stir,” he tells me.
I frown, and Carter smooths out the lines in my forehead with the pad of his thumb. “I tried calling you the next morning to organise what time I should pick you up for the graduation ceremony, but you didn’t answer. I called three times, then I started to worry, so I came around to check on you. You hadn’t moved an inch. You were in the exact same position I’d left you in the night before.
“I tried waking you, but you didn’t respond, like, at all. I started freaking out, checked your pulse, and it was steady but you just,” he shakes his head, “I called your mum in, and we called a doctor. One came to the house about an hour later and asked a heap of questions, including if you’d experienced any trauma recently.
“When Vivian told him everything, he said your body needed to regenerate. That you would wake up when you were ready,” Carter pauses, licking his lips, “The doctor said it’s not uncommon in situations like the one you’ve been through for this to happen when the body just can’t take any more.”
I listen intently as Carter tells me how he’d stayed with me since Friday morning, watching over me and my mum. He’d even called Hux and El to let them know what was going on and had been keeping them updated.
All I can do is blink at him, as I try to wrap my head around what he’s just told me.
I’ve been asleep since Thursday night?
Glancing around my room, I notice a blanket draped over the back of my reading chair where Carter had set up camp, and a half full glass of water on my side table where his phone is charging. The room’s aglow from the soft light of my lamp, and I don’t know how I missed that when I woke up. I just assumed it was the morning light, but my curtains are closed.
Then something dawns on me, “You missed Graduation?”
Carter rolls his eyes, “That’s all you have to say?”
I shrug, “Not much I can say about everything else.”
“Yeah, I skipped it. It wasn’t important to me, you are. How are you feeling now?” he asks, taking my hand in his, twining our fingers together.
“Good,” I say, “Really good, actually.”
He smiles down at me, “I’m glad, baby, but don’t ever do that to me again, okay?”
I smile back, nuzzling into his neck, “Okay,” I agree, content to be in his arms, snuggling further into his big warm body.
Adjusting to my new routine is easier than I expected. I’ve been meeting Hux at his gallery each morning at eight and we go over shoot concepts and schedule current projects before the gallery opens at ten, when I begin working the floor.
I’m happy with the arrangement, Hux wants to ease me into all aspects of the industry. Working the gallery floor is part of that. But each Friday he takes me out and lets me loose with my cameras. Fridays are definitely my favourite.
This afternoon I’m finally meeting Bella. I wanted to meet her weeks ago, but Carter has started training full time for a fight that Trick organised a few months ago. And seeing as Trick is still pissed with him for cutting back on his training when I needed him, he’s got Carter training six days a week.
By the time Sunday rolls around, Carter is exhausted and I just want to spend time with him, seeing as it’s the only day we get together. We usually end up staying in bed half the day. Carter is insatiable, and uses Sunday mornings to make up for our lack of alone time during the week.
Today just happens to be Sunday, and for a change, I’m awake before Carter.
Moving slowly so he doesn’t wake before I want him to, I shimmy under the covers and slide down beside his body until I’m face to face with his morning wood. Carter really does have a beautiful penis. It’s perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body, big and thick like he is.
Curling my fingers around the base, I lower my head to his tip. Flattening my tongue, I take him all the way down my throat in one long, smooth movement. I gag a little when he’s all the way in, and feel his thighs tense in response.
His fingers knot in my hair seconds later, as I begin my slow torture, up and down, long slow strokes of my tongue, sucking his knob gently, as my tongue flicks the sensitive underside.
“Fuck, baby,” Carter growls as he wakes.
I dig my nails into his thigh with my free hand, as I increase my pace and suction, bobbing up and down the way he likes.
His fingers tighten in my hair, “Harder, suck it harder,” he urges.
My cheeks hollow as I do as he says, sucking him as hard as I can. Blowing him turns me on as much as it does him. Just knowing I’m giving him something he likes so much, and feeling his cock grow in my mouth, makes me so wet I can feel dampness between my thighs.
“Come ‘ere,” he grunts, as he pulls me up his body by my hair, kissing me hard when I reach his lips. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmurs into my mouth.
I’m so worked up I can’t wait for him to be inside me, “Carter,” I moan and sling my leg over his body. Positioning myself above his rigid cock, I lower onto his tip, hissing as he spreads me with his impressive girth. Warmth fills my core as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“Condom,” Carter mumbles.
But I’m too far gone, I can’t stop now, he feels too good. My head drops to Carter’s shoulder as I push myself fully onto him, his entire length buried deep inside of me feels incredible. Slowly, I begin to rock my hips back and forth, grinding down harder. Taking what I need. Friction.
“Baby, we need a condom,” Carter tries again, but his voice holds no conviction so I continue to rock. His big hands wrap around my hips and squeeze until I flick my eyes to his, “I’ll pull out,” he says and I grin, unable to speak.
That’s when he takes over, pushing me to the side, then flipping me onto my belly. I scramble to my knees, knowing what’s coming, then drop to my elbows shaking my butt at him. “Good girl,” Carter growls and slams back inside of me.
I push back into his hips with each of his thrusts, our bodies slapping together in time. Sweat gathers on my nape and Carter leans over me, cupping my throat in with one hand as he licks the sweat from the back of my neck. I shudder when he bites down on my shoulder and slams inside of me over and over.
“Yes, more,” I groan into the mattress. I’m so close, so close, my body begins to quiver but Carter pulls out and flips me again, “Wha?” I cry but he cuts me off with his mouth.
I moan into the kiss that starts out savage, but slows and becomes something else entirely.