Bastard(101)

My morning wood is straining against my jeans. Having her wrapped around me isn’t helping matters. Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to be able to flip her over and have my way with her.

Lifting my head off the pillow slightly, I place a soft kiss on her forehead. A smile graces her face as she lets out a sexy little sigh and snuggles in closer. The leg that’s draped over me rises slightly. It’s now inches away from my cock, making it grow even harder. Shit. I need to adjust that fucker because it’s become painful, but I don’t want to wake her.

I’ve never spent the night with someone like this before. If I could stay here like this, wrapped up in her forever, I would. I lay here watching her until she finally stirs. “Morning, beautiful,” I say when I see her eyes open. She lifts her head off my chest as her eyes dart around the room before landing on mine.

“Carter.” The shock on her face makes me smile for some reason. “What time is it?” I turn my head to look at her bedside clock.

“8:00am.”

“Shit. Did you stay here all night?”

“It appears so. We must’ve fallen asleep.” She tries to sit up, but I tighten my grip. I’m not ready to let her go yet.

“Let me up,” she pleads.

“Nope. I’m not done holding you.” She sighs as her eyes meet mine again.

“That’s nice, but I’ve gotta pee.”

“Oh.” I chuckle as I let her go. “How are you feeling today?” I ask as she climbs over the top of me.

“Fine,” she says smiling. It doesn’t reach her eyes, so I know she’s lying.

Whilst she’s in the bathroom I adjust my cock, but don’t move from her bed. I’m gonna need to keep her busy today. I don’t want her moping around worrying about the MRI on Monday.

When she re-enters the room, I sit up. “I better get going before your dad finds me in your room. He does own a shotgun.” She giggles at my comment.

“He likes you, Carter. I think you’re safe. Besides, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Finally, you admit it,” I say as I reach down and grab my shoes off the floor.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Sliding my feet into my shoes, I stand. I take the few steps that separate us, snaking my arms around her waist. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to mind.

“Get ready. I’ll be back to get you in about an hour.”

“Where are we going?” she asks, the corners of her lips turning up.

“Out for the day. Do you mind if we take our parents with us? I think it will do them both good to get out of the house.”

“Of course not,” she answers, her smile widening.

“Wear something comfortable and warm.” She’s gonna need it where we’re going.

“Okay,” she says. Inching my face forward, I place my lips gently on hers. It’s just a simple peck, but I feel compelled to kiss her. I’m a patient man. I’m willing to wait as long as it takes. In the meantime though, I’m going to sneak in whatever I can. Anything that could possibly hurry her along.

I need her. Her diagnosis yesterday only intensifies my desire to have her, sooner rather than later. Situations like this make you realise life is short. You need to live everyday like it’s your last.

“Your dad had a lot to drink yesterday,” I tell her. “I had to put him to bed. He’s probably going to be feeling pretty shitty today, but try and talk him into coming with us. I don’t like the idea of him being alone.”

“You’re very sweet, Carter Reynolds,” she says reaching up and running her hand down the side of my face. “Who knew?” She’s smiling when she says the last bit, so I don’t take offence.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me. You always have.” This time she cups my face in her hands and pulls my head down towards hers. When her mouth covers mine, I pull her body closer, groaning. Hot damn. Now this is the kind of kiss I’ve been pining for.

Fuck I’ve missed her lips. Missed these crazy-arse feelings she makes me feel. It’s electric. Her touches and kisses make me feel electrified. That’s the best way to describe it. It’s like a current that shoots through every inch of me. Sweet Jesus.

She makes me feel alive.





CHAPTER TWELVE

Indiana


My lips are still tingling even after Carter leaves. I’m grateful for everything he’s done for both me and my dad. He’s been so supportive. I’m not sure how I would’ve got through yesterday without him. As pissed as I was that he forced me to go to the doctor in the first place, I’m thankful for it now. It was the push I needed. He only had my best interests at heart. I can’t be mad at him for that.