“Can you show me what to do? Show me what you like? I want to please you like you please me.” Leaning forward he brushes his lips against mine.

“Nobody has ever said that to me before,” he whispers as his eyes lock with mine.

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling my face turn even redder. Now I feel like a complete idiot.

“Don’t be. Nobody has ever asked me what I like. What I want. They’ve only cared about what I could give them.”

“Well I care,” I say, reaching up and running my hand gently down the side of his face. And I do care. More than I’d like to admit.

His lips meet mine again as he rolls over onto his back, taking me with him. He lifts his hips slightly off the bed and pulls his pyjama bottoms down around his thighs. Grabbing hold of my hand, he wraps it around his shaft. My small hand barely reaches around his impressive girth. Placing his fingers on top of mine, he slowly moves my hand up and down his length.

“Yes, that’s it,” he moans pulling my lips towards his. “Just like that, beautiful.” I love that he keeps calling me that. I wonder if he says that to all the girls. I try not to let my mind go there. I want to believe that what we have is unique.

Eventually he lets go and I’m doing it on my own. He’s groaning as his hips buck against my hand. I pause the kiss to look down. I want to watch. I love that little old, inexperienced me is making him feel like this, that I’m capable of giving him pleasure.

His penis is the first I’ve ever seen in real life. Meg always says how ugly they are. She obviously hasn’t seen Carter’s, because his is beautiful. I continue stroking it as I sit up. I can see the pre-cum beading at the tip. I want to taste it. Leaning forward I run my tongue around the head.

“Fuck,” he hisses through a clenched jaw. I open my mouth and slide the tip inside. He starts to gently pump into my mouth as his hand threads through my hair, holding my head still. “I’m gonna blow,” he says suddenly trying to pull my head back. I don’t move. I want to keep going. I open my mouth wider and take him in deeper. Closing my lips around his shaft, I continue to work him with my hand. He pumps into my mouth a few more times. “Indi,” he cries out as his body shudders beneath me. “Sweet Jesus … Indiiii.”

This is the first time he’s ever called me by my real name.

••••

“Indi. Wake up,” I hear someone say. Opening my eyes, I’m surprised to see Carter’s handsome face smiling down at me. “We must’ve fallen asleep,” he says in a sleepy voice as he rubs his eyes. What? I’m still half asleep and dazed. Then I remember where I am and what we did. I bolt upright.

“Crap.”

“It’s okay. It’s still the middle of the night. I just thought you might want to get home before your dad finds you missing,” he says sweetly. Looking over towards his bedroom window, I see that it’s pitch black outside. In his room, however, it’s not. His bedside lamp is on. Shit. I’m still naked. My hands fly up to cover my breasts as my eyes frantically search the bed for my pyjamas. I can’t see them anywhere. I feel my face turn red. “Are you okay?” he asks, propping himself up on one elbow.

I can’t bring myself to make eye contact with him. “Do you know where my clothes are?”

“Hey,” he says, placing his hand under my chin to raise my face to meet his. “Are you okay? Are you having regrets?” he asks when our eyes meet. I’m not. How could I? What we shared tonight was amazing. I just feel a little uncomfortable now. It’s one thing to be naked in front of him in the throes of passion, but now not so much. It’s the first time I’ve ever let somebody see me like this.

“No, I’m not,” I reply honestly. “I just want to put my clothes back on.” He reaches out and removes my hands that are covering my breasts.

“Please don’t hide yourself from me,” he pleads. He almost sounds like he’s hurt by my actions. “Your body is beautiful. Don’t ever be ashamed or embarrassed by it. Especially with me.” He says it with so much sincerity I can’t help but smile. Who knew he was capable of saying something so sweet?

“Thank you.” What else can I say? He reaches down and retrieves my clothes off the floor.

“I mean it,” is all he says as he passes me my pyjamas. My smile widens.

Once I’m dressed I rise from the bed. I’m still shocked by what’s happened tonight. I’m not sure where this is going to take us, if anywhere, but I’ll never regret what we did. Never.

Standing, Carter follows me towards the window. I’m not sure if I should kiss him goodbye, so I don’t. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say as I swing my legs over the windowsill.

“Hey.” He reaches out and gently grabs hold of my arm. “I know we were just mucking around here tonight, but don’t let it make things weird between us, okay?”

“Okay.” I turn my head and give him one last smile. “Goodnight,” I say as I jump off the window ledge.

“Night, kid.” Looking over my shoulder I narrow my eyes at him, making him chuckle. He stands there and watches until I’m safely back in my room. I lift my hand to wave before closing the window, and he flips me off. He’s smiling when he does it though. I guess that’s his way of keeping things normal between us.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Carter

As soon as she leaves, I lay in bed with a huge shit-arse grin on my face. Christ. My mind is spinning. Did that really just happen? I’ve never not gone all the way with a chick before, but fuck me, if what we just did didn’t satisfy me more than any of the others have in the past. I’d give anything to be able to fuck her. Anything. But, I can’t do that to her. She deserves so much better than a one-night stand. That’s all I can offer. I don’t do commitments. Ever.

I’m not sure what time it is when I eventually fall back to sleep, but I do know I dreamt of her when I did. I even woke up with a smile on my face. Shit. That’s not like me. I hope today things aren’t weird between us. I want things to stay just the way they are.

I don’t even notice that I’m whistling when I walk into the kitchen for breakfast, until my mum mentions it. “Someone got out the right side of bed this morning,” she chirps. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you looking so happy. It’s so good to see, sweetheart.”

“Morning, Mum,” I say kissing her cheek and ignoring her observation. My mood actually surprises me as well.

“With everything that went on yesterday, this is the last thing I expected to see this morning. I know how much you love that car.”

Fuck. My car. For a minute I thought she was talking about me and Indi. My head is so clouded with her that this shit with the car completely slipped my mind. The smile instantly drops from my face and that sick feeling I had all yesterday afternoon returns. I’d like to get my hands on whoever is responsible.

“I hope they find out who did this,” she says placing my breakfast in front of me. Suddenly I no longer have an appetite. I don’t know how I’m going to find the money for the repairs. My insurance only covers the other party if I have an accident. That’s all I could afford. “I won’t be needing my car today, sweetie. You can use it to get to school if you like.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Eat something,” she encourages, gently rubbing my back from behind me. “I’m sure Ross will get to the bottom of it.”

I fucking hope so.

••••

Making my way towards the car I’m not sure if Indi is going to turn up, but I’m hoping she will. I’m surprised my stomach is churning about seeing her. I have no regrets about last night. How could I? I just want things to be normal between us again. I need to pull my shit together and play it cool. Last night was a one-time thing. As much as I’d like a repeat, for both our sakes, it can’t happen again.