Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Twenty Nine

When I wake up, the lower half of my body is covered with a towel, half of it is weaved between my thighs while my legs are tangled with Carter's.

  I'm facing him. My face is pressed against his chest and his strong arms are holding me in place.

  He's only in a pair of black jocks and I greedily take a minute to let my eyes rack over his muscular physique.

  He is so fucking sexy.

  I trace the V shape that dips below the waist band and it makes my mind wander to a few hours ago. There's a sudden heat between my thighs and my face flushes red.

  Fuck, will I ever get bored of fucking him?

"You right there?", Carter says playfully, snapping me out of my perverted thoughts.

  I swat his arm that is draped across me.

  "Fuck off", I laugh and roll out of his hold and off the bed, pulling the towel around me to cover my curves.

"Are you okay?", Carter asks as he props himself up onto his elbow, his voice is full of concern.

  I surprisingly feel good considering everything. My eyes burn a little from the crying but I feel rested and most of my hangover is gone.

  "Yeah I am actually", I say with a small smile as I pull my band tee back on over my head. "How are you?", I ask him.

  "I'm good", he replies, eyeing me as I move across the room to check my phone.

It's 11:30am, no wonder I'm fucking starving and having coffee withdrawals.

  There's a text message from Ben asking what the plans are for the gig tonight and there's one from Taya telling me it didn't work out with James or Josh or whatever his name was and that a friend picked her up and she's safe at his place.

'Gig kicks off at 8:30pm @ Club Ecko, meet you there?', I hit send to Ben before replying to Taya asking her if she wants to meet us out after her work dinner tonight.

  *Ding Ding*

'Sweet, See you there', Ben replies.

  I bend to pick up my discarded lacey g-string and slip it on over my hips.

  "So", I say turning to face Carter who has now moved from the bed and put his jeans on. "Did you want some food?", I ask him.

  "Sure", he replies, a smile dancing across his plump lips.

"Come on, I'll cook us some", I say.

  He moves from the opposite side of the bed and strides toward me.

  "Cooking for me again aye...? I could get used that", he flirts while scooping me into his arms and holding me close at my lower back.

  I swipe his arm, "Don't", I say back, teasing.

"I want to take you on a date", he says before lowering his head and kissing me gently on the lips.

  "Do you now?", I ask smirking up at him.

  "Yeah I do, I want to take you on a real date. The kinda date that's like... I pick you up, take you to a nice restaurant for dinner, bring you flowers, the whole..",

  "Oh fuck no! Please DO NOT give me flowers!".

  Carter's face falls to a frown.

  "And why no flowers?", he asks, deflated because of my harsh declaration.