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XXI. Shouldn't Have Pulled Out

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XXI. Shouldn't Have Pulled Out

HEATHER

I giggle once more as Carter runs his stubbly jaw against my inner thigh, tickling me.

"Carter! Stop! That really tickles," I run my fingers through his hair and pull. I hear a low chuckle as he does it once more before playfully nibbling at the skin.

We just got done having mind blowing sex for the third time tonight and I don't even know what time it is nor do I really care. I just know I want to be wrapped up in his arms all night long. I abruptly sit up and shove him back onto the bed. His green eyes go wide as I climb on top of him and straddle his waist. Slowly, I run my fingertips down between his pecs and follow the curves of his abs. He flinches and attempts to hide a laugh as my touch tickles him. Biting my lip, I let out a satisfied moan and lean down to kiss his neck. I slide the tip of my tongue up it until I reach his ear. He lets out a small groan and moves his hands to my hips, gently squeezing the skin as I move my lips to his, softly kissing him.

Our kiss deepens and his hands move greedily around my body as he gets turned on just like me. When he suddenly rolls us over so he's on top, I let out another giggle and he smiles down at me before pressing his lips to mine. He moves his mouth and hands along my body with care and compassion. I wonder if this is how it feels to be made loved to? Every time we get intimate with each other, the bond between us grows. I'm starting to find myself wanting to be with him constantly and not just in a sexual way either. Even just walking with him and talking about anything. I feel like I can tell him anything and everything.

What did Bex say it's like? Baring your souls to one another. Yeah, it's just like that with Carter. But doesn't that mean our relationship would be considered more than just friends? No, not necessarily. Bex and my brother were like that when they were younger, but look at where they are now. I've never seen two people more spiritually connected with one another.

Is that happening with Carter and me? Are we falling in love with one another? Is that even okay as just friends? Just friends. Who the fuck am I kidding? No one, not even myself at this point. My subconscious keeps reminding me that just friends don't kiss each other every moment they can. Friends don't sleep with one another multiple times in one night, stay over afterwards, then end up spilling their heart and soul to each other, catching feelings for one another in the process. We aren't just friends anymore. No, we are far beyond that. I just wish I could admit it not only to everyone else, but myself. Would being in a relationship with Carter be that bad? Is it even worth the risk?

I know we'll have hard times and we'll argue, that's normal in any relationship but would our connection be strong enough to make it through it? Hell, with the way I'm thinking right now you'd think I was in love. Shit, am I falling in love with Carter? I thought I was desperately in love with Bryan but the last week of spending most of it with Carter, I'm beginning to realize that what Bryan and I had wasn't real. Not real like say Bex and my brothers relationship.

I didn't think of Bryan constantly to where every little thing I did, I'd miss him and wonder what he'd think about it. I didn't get butterflies in my stomach every time I saw him after being apart even for only an hour. I never even got the urge to touch him and kiss him constantly, like I wasn't whole if we weren't touching one another, even if it was just holding hands. It's like there's this invisible string that keeps us gravitating towards one another.

All of this goes through my mind as he smothers me with kisses around my neck and shoulders. I gingerly run my hands up his back, feeling the muscles contract beneath my fingertips. When he presses his lips to mine and kisses me with passion, I feel myself melt in his arms. Feeling the sensation and warmth below, I flex my hips up towards him, wrapping my legs around him sensually. A groan escapes him as he runs his hand down my narrow waist and onto my hip. His hand reaches around the back of my thigh and pulls it up higher on his waist, allowing me to feel the tip of his hardened shaft against my opening, making me gasp in the process.