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Carter's hips start working in tandem with mine, and he angles himself forward. The slight change of position sends a shockwave down my spine and I jolt slightly. Carter flexes his fingers into my neck, and without me even needing to say a word it's like he knows I'm going to come. He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and that’s all I need to reach the brink.
I start to roll my hips more as my head falls backwards and I whimper, trying to catch my breath. Releasing his grip on my neck, Carter digs his fingers, once again, into my hips. With frantic movements he starts to thrust harder and harder, untilI hear "Oh, fuck, princess," and he starts to come with me. He wraps his arms around my back and he lets go, coming inside of me. I feel him everywhere, and he moans so loud into the room that it echoes around the walls. Unfortunately for me, this is the time I choose to think about safe sex, and the fact that Carter just came inside of me.Well, that is a problem for tomorrow.
"Thank you, Carter. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being here." I nestle my head into the space between his shoulder and his neck, and we breathe heavily together for a few minutes. Once my breathing settle into a more normal rhythm, I lift my head up to look at him.
"I should go." A look of guilt washes over his face momentarily as he looks at me.
"You should stay," I reply. Standing from his lap, I bend down to pick up the blanket from the floor and wrap it around my shoulders to cover myself, leaving Carter to be the one naked and exposed this time. "Coffee?" I ask.
"Coffee," he answers, and it feels like we've had this conversation before.
Carter's body is drenched in the evening light that shines through the window, highlighting his dark hair, every one of his abs, and every vein in his arms. I have never appreciated how unbelievably gorgeous my friend is. But he's never been draped naked over my couch either.
I didn't plan for the night to go like this, but sometimes the unplanned nights are the ones that your soul needs the most. Finally talking about my traumatic relationship was the first step I needed to heal the broken parts of me. Would I have told Carter had I not been having a panic attack in the middle of the street? Probably not, but my god, I'm glad it was him. He didn't judge me, try to fix it, or try to provide me with a solution. He just listened. He gave me the strength to tell my story, even at the parts where it was hard for him to hear.
Then, when I needed someone the most, when I needed to feel anything apart from the sadness, he showed up for me again. He took charge of my body and my soul, and, for the first time in a really long time, I let myself let go. I have never felt safer than I did with Carter this evening. Truly submitting your body to another human even for one night is so empowering, especially when it is someone that only has your best interests at heart.
"Carter," I muse at him over the sound of the coffee pot gurgling in the background. "Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"I can stay, Alice. Of course I can stay. I do have a small request, though."
"Sure, what's up?" I ask in return.
"I need to shower." He gestures up and down his body with his hand. "It's getting kinda sticky over here."
"Oh shit, yeah, of course." I giggle. "It's the first door on the right down the hall. I have an en suite in my bedroom. The shower is great in there."
"Thanks," he replies. Standing from the couch Carter walks down the hall, and I can't help but stare at my friend's naked body as he disappears out of the room.
My tall, sexy, dark-haired, body of a god, hands of an angel friend.
Chapter 14
Carter
I'm a strong fucking man.
Physically fit, mentally resilient, and capable of withstanding more than most. But I couldn't withstand Alice. It seems as if I didn't even try, butmy goddid I try.
Should I have had sex with her? Absolutely not, but it felt right. It felt right for us both. Making her feel good came so fucking naturally to me.
As terrible of a turn as this night took with her confessions, there was nothing terrible about what we did.
Fucking your friend comes with complications, especially when it’s made you question whether you have feelings for them, or whether you're just being led by your cock. I wanted to kiss, taste, and touch her the moment I saw her. Mainly because if I drew my fucking type, she would be it. Leggy, curves for days, wide hips, cleavage you want to get lost in, a killer ass, and long hair. I like to tell myself I think about her in the way you'dthink about anyone else you'd imagined having sex with. No feelings, just initial attraction, but I was just trying to deceive myself.
To be blunt, I absolutely thought she wanted to fuck me too, mainly because of the hockey player thing, but I very quickly found out that she couldn't give any less of a shit about that.
Well, that showed you, didn't it, you cocky prick?
This can't happen again. She's a mess. She said that herself—and mess is something I don't need. The lines just became blurred enough.
But, if she asks again, would I say no?
Like fuck would I.
Like I said, I'm a strong man, but I'd have to be superhuman to say no to Alice, and even then I think I'd struggle.
She is a force of nature. Or to be more accurate, a tornado. She just ripped apart everything I thought I knew, and I was powerless to stop it.
