“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.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Carter

When I headed over to her place earlier, I was fuming. Ready to tear that fucker a new arsehole. Now I’m leaving with a huge motherfucking smile on my face. Well, I might be smiling, but my cock isn’t. Crazy. Everything about her makes me fucking crazy. Christ it was hard to walk away from her just now. It took every ounce of strength I had.

I never intended for that to happen. It was the last thing I expected. When I had her pinned up against the wall, my hand roughly holding her face, her cheeks slightly squashed making her sexy-as-hell lips pucker, I had to kiss her.

Those delicious lips of hers will be the death of me. And now I have the memory of her pussy to contend with. The way she moved when my fingers were deep inside her. Those little fucking noises she made when I brought her undone. No woman has ever had me as turned on as much as she just did. What I wanted to do was sink my cock into that heavenly pussy of hers. She would’ve let me, too. I know it.

When she admitted nobody had touch her that way, it not only made me happy, but it also confirmed that I couldn’t screw her. As much as I would like to be her first, it should be with someone special. Someone that’s going to treasure her like she deserves. That’s not me. I’m only out for a good time. Nothing more.

After I jump through my bedroom window, I head straight to the shower. I’m gonna have to do something I haven’t done since I was fifteen. Flog my log. If I don’t get rid of this boner I’ll never get to sleep tonight.

••••

Going by the shoe she threw at the back of my head last night, I kind of figured she wouldn’t be waiting for a lift this morning. I knock on her front door just in case. When she doesn’t answer, I jump in the car and head towards the bus stop. She will be riding to school with me this morning, whether she likes it or not.

“Get in the car,” I demand when I pull up beside her.

“I don’t think so,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes. Christ, I love her attitude, but this free bus stop entertainment for all the onlookers has got to stop.

“Are you going to make me count again?” I sigh in frustration. This shit is getting old. She’s not alone at the bus stop this morning, but if she thinks it’s going to stop me from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her arse in the car again, she’s mistaken.

A smile tugs at my lips as I watch her look around at the other commuters. All eyes are trained on her. I know I’ve won as soon as her shoulders slump and she lets out a deflated breath.

“Fine, arsehole,” she says sharply as she storms around the front of the car, making her way to the passenger side. It only makes my smile grow with satisfaction. Having the upper hand when it comes to her is the best feeling ever.

“Sleep well last night, Princess?” I ask once she’s settled in beside me. She ignores me. After the orgasm I gave her, I bet she slept like a baby. “I did,” I add. “I fell asleep with your delicious scent all around me.” I move my fingers up towards my nose when she looks in my direction.

“Ewww,” she says pulling my hand down. “You’re a pig.” I throw my head back and laugh. Why do I get so much pleasure out of riling her?

“You weren’t calling me a pig last night when my fingers were buried deep inside that heavenly pussy of yours,” I whisper as I lean towards her. I hear her breath hitch and I know she’s affected by my words. “If I remember correctly, it was ‘Ohhh, Carter’.” I’m not sure if bringing up last night is torturing her more, or me.

“Shut up,” she shouts crossing her legs. Her pretty face is flushed. My words are definitely turning her on. Knowing this is making my cock grow even harder. I want to keep going, but decide not to. I don’t want to push her too far. I’m just having a little fun.

For the rest of the drive, she keeps her head turned away from me looking out the window, refusing to speak a word. I notice her squirm in her seat a few times and I know she’s thinking about last night. “You okay over there, Princess?” I can’t help but note her breasts rising high as her breath hitches again. It makes me happy to know I affect her. I bet if I was to reach down between her legs I’d find her wet and ready for me. I clench the steering wheel tight, because now that’s exactly what I want to do. Touch her.

When we pull up outside the school, she’s out of the car in a flash. “Make sure you’re here this afternoon,” I demand, leaning over in my seat looking up at her standing next to her open door. Ignoring me, she slams it in my face before turning and walking away in a huff. I have a feeling she’ll show up. She knows what will happen if she doesn’t.

She manages to avoid me most of the day. That is, until lunch. I purposely make sure I sit at her table. At least that fucker Brad has got the message and stays away. I’ve copped a few death looks from him today. He’s real fucking tough when he has his mates around him.

“Can I join you ladies?” I ask when I approach them. Indi and Megan both say, “No,” in unison. I ignore them and take a seat anyway. They don’t say a word to me the whole time, but I’m not fussed. When the bell sounds, I rise. “It was a pleasure dining with you both,” I chuckle. I hear Indi growl as I walk away. It only serves to make my smile grow.

As I leave the lunchroom, Brad shoulder-barges me as he walks past. “Watch out fucker,” I say as he walks off. He laughs as he hurries away. Gutless prick. He’ll keep.