Not Meant for Love

chapter 5- round 2

***Hi guys! Mature content warning***

Abuse and sex in this chapter.

It is a week and a half after we ran into Carter and Lucas at the store. Carter has been over at our apartment or Livvy and I have been at his, pretty much every day. Unfortunately, every time we've been to his, Lucas wasn't there. I finally gathered enough courage to ask Carter a few questions about him but I haven't gathered much information besides the fact that he isn't originally from here, they've been friends since they were 9, they're both 21 now, his last name is Carson, and he is a very busy guy. He clarified and explained how he's busy during the day but always returns home to sleep in his bed. Won't sleep anywhere else. He didn't say why though.

I don't know how he could be such a dick head but be so busy. Who is he hanging out with? I wonder if he's nice to them. Does he have a girlfriend? Why have I not thought about that before? I have so many more questions I want to know about him, but Carter won't give them up.

I talked to Hudson a few days ago. We had both calmed down and talked normally. He's coming over tonight to see me.

Livvyy's going out of town to visit an old friend a couple hours away and Carter's doing something with his family, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to see him while they're busy. They don't know exactly what happened the other night, but they know we haven't been speaking. Carter decided he doesn't like him and Livvy just thinks it was another off again cycle.

I'm laying on the couch when he knocks on the door, so I scream, it's unlocked, and he comes in. He looks good dressed in black sweats and a white shirt, but all I can think about when I look at him is how Lucas looks in his all black clothes.

He lays down on the couch with me and gives me a small kiss. "Hey Addy. You look hot."

I mumble a quick thanks and turn back to the TV, so I can get Lucas out of my head. How am I going to fuck Hudson when I can't stop thinking about another boy. I've only seen the man three times in my life for probably 10 minutes combined and I feel more for him than I ever have for Hudson.

He pulls me out of my thoughts when his hand slips into my pants. He pulls my thong to the side and shoves a finger inside. Getting right to it, I see. I flip over him, so I'm on top riding his finger. I pull his shirt off and find his sweet spot on his neck. He moans as I continue to suck on it and adds another finger inside me. I rub my clit with my fingers and run my other hand down his chest.

He flips me back over, so I'm on the bottom and pulls a condom out of his pocket. He uses his teeth to rip the top open which is supposed to be sexy, but he blows the top part right on my face. He thinks it's funny and brushes it off, but he's about to shove his dick in me and I'm barely wet.

He wraps it up and gently pushes it in. I lay there letting him find his pace for a few seconds before I decide that isn't going to work for me considering I'm still as dry as a desert. I pull his head down to mine and kiss him. I buck my hips to meet his and increase his pace, but he's still going too slow. He's really trying to pull some shit and like make love right now.

"Harder Hudson. Fuck me like you mean it"

He doesn't like this and lets out a huff of annoyance but does what I say. I'm meeting his strokes and finally start feeling a little more into it. I grab one of his hands and run it down from my chest to my clit and then back up to my neck.

"Oh fuck yeah Addy. You're so hot. Fuck baby. I love that pussy. Oh, good girl. Fuck yeah baby just like that"

With each sentence his breathing gets heavier and his thrusting gets faster. The last sentence brings his release and it's over as quick as it started.

He pulls out, pulls the condom off, and gives me a quick kiss.

Our sex is so vanilla. Quick, easy, plain, simple, and done.

"My room?" I ask. Maybe round two will be better and satisfy me more. He agrees and makes his way to my room. I turn off the TV and all the lights in the house. When I get to my room, Hudson is asleep on the bed. Fuckin awesome. I crawl onto my side of the bed and watch TikTok until I finally fall asleep.

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When I wake up I sense something is wrong. It's not morning, I can see it's still dark outside through the window, but Hudson isn't laying next to me. I get up and throw on one of the t-shirts on the floor to walk in the living room. I pass my clock on the way and it reads 1:27. I can hear Hudson grumbling in the kitchen, so I follow him in there.

I don't even have to see it because I can smell it on him. The amount of alcohol he had to of consumed while I was asleep is ridiculous. There's an empty vodka bottle sitting next to him on the kitchen counter. One that I know was full this morning.

"Why are you drunk right now?" This makes him notice I walked into the room. His nostrils flare as he jumps off the counter and stumbles his way to me.

Here we fucking go again.

"Whose shit is this?" He asks picking up a pair of sweats and hoodie.

"It's Carter's. He spilled a beer on himself a couple days ago and changed clothes. He must have forgotten them"

"So you are sleeping with him, then huh?" He throws the clothes at me.

"What? How did you get I'm sleeping with him from an outfit with beer stains?"

"You're fucking him. I can see it in your face."

"I've never slept with him. You need to calm down."

His nostrils flare even wider. That comment obviously didn't please him. He storms over to me and grabs my wrists.

"Don't fucking stand here and lie to me. I know damn well you have. No dude just hangs around like that unless they're getting pussy. You think you can sleep with both of us and it not be a problem? You've got another thing coming."

His grip is getting tighter and tighter on my wrists. I know it's going to bruise. This is the second time things have ever escalated this far. The first was a couple years ago when I told him that we were going to be done for good and that I was going to get a real boyfriend. He had grabbed my upper arm and pulled me into an empty classroom to talk, more like scream at me until he stormed off. It left a bruise on my arm for a couple days, but I covered it up by wearing hoodies for a couple days. I never told anyone about it, not even Lainey. I felt scared, I guess. Hudson had always been a part of my life and his temper just got a little out of control sometimes.

"Let go of my arm. You're hurting me. I have never slept with Carter. He is a friend. You met him. You liked him. Why would I introduce you to someone I was sleeping with behind your back? That doesn't make sense. Come on, let go."

I try to pull my arm away from him, but his grip is too strong. My hands are starting to throb from the loss of blood flow. It's making me panic a little bit.

"You ungrateful whore. I wasted seven years of my life trying to fix you and you're fucking problems. You're worthless. You're going to end up alone. Nobody wants a fucked up cheating bitch."

He's so drunk. I don't know what to do. My hands are purple. I need to get him off me, so I do the only thing I can think of, I knee him in the balls.

This gets him off of me long enough to get out of his grip and into the living room. Unfortunately I must have not done it hard enough because he's in the room in seconds. I don't recognize the man in front of me. The Hudson I know is nowhere to be found. This shell of a man looks like he could kill me right here right now.

I try to get to my room, but he catches me on the way and shoves me into the wall. I hit it so hard my whole head is pounding. I'm hoping it didn't leave a hole because that would be awful to explain to the landlord.

"I'm going to give you one more chance to admit what you did" he growls into my ear.

"I never slept with him."

"Wrong answer whore"

The last thing I remember is seeing his fist fly towards my face.