by Vance, Ally
“I...I’ve never driven your car before.” I hated how I sounded—like a scared little girl—but, his car was so much bigger than mine.
“Come on, Skylar. Live a little, what’s the worst that could happen?” I could name all the bad things that could happen while in a moving vehicle, but now wasn’t the best time to do that.
He stumbled toward his car parked a couple of spaces down from the restaurant, and I stared at it. My cell burned a hole in my pocket, tempted to call Carter and have him come and pick me up. But...I couldn’t. There was a reason I’d accepted this date with Guy so quickly, because I needed to get my mind off Carter, not bring him into the fold.
So...I pulled up my big-girls panties and pressed the fob to unlock Guy’s black sleek car which was twice the size of mine. It took me a couple of minutes of controlled breathing for me to start his engine and pull out onto the road. I knew I was going even slower than I did in my own car, but it was the only way we’d make it safely back to my house.
“Come on, Skylar. Faster!” Guy slapped his hand on the dash, and I jumped in my seat, causing my hands to veer the car to the left. Luckily, the road was empty because we were only two blocks away from my street.
“Don’t shout at me while I’m driving,” I tried to grit out, but it came out shaky, and his answering laugh didn’t help any.
“God, you’re such a fool.”
I pulled into my street and saw my car sitting in the driveway. Carter had borrowed it to go out in tonight, but with it sitting there and the light shining from the window to my living room, I knew he was home. And the prospect of him being so close by had a breath leaving me in a whoosh.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Guy asked, his voice deeper than usual. He was still slurring his words, but not as badly as he had been when we left the restaurant.
“I...no, what did you say?” I pulled up outside my house and turned the engine off. The inside of the car was too stuffy, so I pushed the door open and slid out, breathing in the cool night air. The world was spinning a little, and I placed my hand on the hood of the car, feeling the warmth of the engine seeping into my palm.
“Jesus fuckin' Christ,” Guy growled out, and I glanced up, seeing him now only standing a couple of feet away from me. “He was right about you.”
“What?” I blinked several times. “Who was right?”
Guy laughed, his features changing in an instant as he pulled his glasses off his face and pushed his shoulders back. Gone were the effects of the alcohol he’d drunk, and in its place a sober man I didn’t recognize.
“He said she’d ask you to take him in. He knew exactly what moves you’d all make, but now…” Guy smirked and glanced down at his watch. “It won’t be long now.”
“What…” I cleared my throat and tried to swallow past the lump building in my throat. My gut told me the truth as I started to back away and toward the house.
Guy’s gaze didn’t veer from mine as he narrowed his eyes on me. “James.” One word, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. Carter’s dad knew where he was. I didn’t hesitate this time, not now that I knew what Guy was saying. “He’ll be here shortly.”
“No.” I spun around and ran up the driveway, but something hit my back and I went flying forward. My knees were the first thing to scrape against the concrete on the driveway, and my palms connected with it to stop it hitting my face. Hands gripped my hair and yanked me back, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Stop!”
Guy growled and slapped his hand over my face as he pulled me up into a standing position but flung me right back down to the ground, only this time, my hands weren’t quick enough to stop my fall and my cheek slammed against the rough surface.
“Shut up,” Guy demanded, but I didn’t, I shouted and shouted until my voice was raw, and finally I heard the click of my front door opening.
“What the fuck?” Carter. He was here, and I needed to tell him to get away. James would be coming any moment for him, and I’d promised to make sure he was safe from him.
Guy’s foot stamped down on my back and then the toe of his shoes jabbed at my ribs, and I tried to roll away from him. A roar rang out, one so guttural I’d never forget the way it sounded and was followed with the crunch of knuckles hitting flesh.
I crawled away, just enough to not get hurt again, and stood on shaky legs. I didn’t care about the blood dripping down my face, all I cared about was getting Carter out of here and away from any danger.
“Carter.” I stumbled forward just as he raised his fist and slammed it into the side of Guy’s face again. I wasn’t sure when he’d lost consciousness, but that didn’t stop Carter from pummeling him over and over again. “Carter! Stop!”
I darted toward him and wrapped both of my hands around his biceps, trying to stop his momentum. “Let go, Sky.”
“No.” My head swung left and right, sure James would appear any moment. “We need to get out of here.”
“Not until I’ve taught this son of a bitch—”
“There’s no time, Carter. He’s coming.” I pulled in a breath and winced at the twinge in my ribs. “Your dad knows you’re here. We need to leave.”
“No.” Carter backed away a step, leaving Guy lying on the ground. “I’m not leaving.”
“Please,” I begged him, doing my best to portray in my eyes what I felt in my heart. I couldn’t watch him get hurt. I couldn’t allow James to get his hands on him. “For me, Carter. Please.”
He stared at me for several seconds, his hands slowly uncurling from the tight fists he’d had at his sides, and then his shoulders slumped. “I don’t back down from fights,” he told me, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. “But I’m doing this because you’ve asked me to.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. “It doesn’t mean it’s over, Sky. It’ll never be over with him, not until he’s six feet under.”
I heard what he was saying loud and clear, but that was something I couldn’t worry about right now. All that mattered was getting away from here and somewhere safe.
Carter placed his arm around my waist and ushered me into the house. “Grab what you need and leave the rest. Only the essentials.”
I nodded and darted to my bedroom to grab my suitcase. I flung anything in there that I would need, and grabbed my passport. It was the quickest I’d ever packed, and within five minutes, our stuff was in the trunk of my car and we were on the highway. I wasn’t sure how long Carter had driven for, but I must have drifted off, because his hand stroking my face woke me up.
“We can stay here tonight,” he told me, and I turned my head to see the sign for a motel.
“Where are we?”
“Across the state line,” he said, pushing out of the car. “I'm gonna grab us a room. Stay here.” I nodded and stared at him as he walked into the office and came out a couple of minutes later. He headed right for the trunk and pulled both our bags out then opened up my door for me. “Come on.”
Gingerly with my hand on my ribs, I got out of the car and followed him up the stairs to the motel rooms on the second level. I wondered if he’d requested one higher up so we could see the entire lot, or whether it was a coincidence.
He pushed the key inside the room marked 608, and entered with me following him. I took one last look down at the darkened lot, spotting no one hanging around, and then walked past him.
“We need to clean you up,” Carter said, opening up his bag and producing the first aid kit I kept in my bathroom at home.
“I’m fine,” I told him, wincing as I bent down to open up my suitcase.
His chuckle rang out, and for the first time in hours, I felt at ease. “No, you’re not, come on.” He grabbed my hand and my stomach dropped at the contact. After everything that had happened tonight, the way he made me feel felt so tiny in comparison. His dad was tracking him down, not only that, but he’d put Guy in place at my school months before all this had happened, which meant—
“He�
��s been watching you,” I blurted out and sat on the top of the toilet lid when Carter pushed down on my shoulders. He crouched down in front of me and opened up the first aid kit. “Did you hear what I said, Carter?”
He ignored me and found some alcohol wipes and tore open one of the packets. “I know.” He pressed the wipe to my face and cleaned off the dried blood. “I’ve known for months. It was why I boosted his car.”
“But…” I sucked in a breath as Carter pressed against my ribs over my dress. I was still in the dark-red material that clung to my curves. “I don’t understand.”
“You need to take this off.” Carter’s gaze met mine, his eyes swirling. “So I can check your ribs.”
I rolled my eyes, and even though I wanted to tell him I was fine, I had no idea if I was or not. I’d never been assaulted, and the last thing I needed was for one of my ribs to be broken and penetrating one of my organs. Okay, so I was overthinking everything and being a tad dramatic, but that was what happened when you’d had all of this flung at you.
Carter gripped the zipper just underneath my arm and pulled down on it. The silence stretched between us as the skin on my side was revealed, and then he pulled my straps down and exposed my chest. His large hand covered the bruising forming over my ribs, and he murmured, “They’re just bruised.”
“Okay,” I whispered, scared to even breathe in case I got too close. I’d been this near to him several times, only this time was different. It was the dead of the night and we were in a motel, hiding away from everyone else.
His hand drifted up my side and over my black lacy bra, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. “I’ve wanted to touch you so bad since I saw you in the airport.”
I stared into his eyes, and for the first time, I saw the raw need shining in them. It was wrong to feel what he was, but I couldn’t deny I was feeling the same. I wanted him with every fiber of my being, and for once in my life, I was going to take exactly what I wanted.
“Kiss me,” I demanded, moving my face closer to his.
“You better be sure this time, Sky,” he warned, his nostrils flaring. “Because I had a small taste last time, but this time…” He trailed off and pressed his other hand to my chest. “This time I won’t fuckin’ stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” I told him, pressing closer to him. “I want this. I want you. I...no.” I shook my head. “I need you, Carter. I need you more than anything I’ve ever needed in my entire life.”
“Fuck.” He stood up so fast it made my head spin, but it was only seconds until he picked me up and carried me into the motel room. The large bed sat in the middle of the room, and he placed me down gently on the edge.
Carter kneeled down in front of me, his hands grasping my ankles and pulling the heels off my feet. He slowly made his way up my legs, parting them as he went, and exposing my matching panties. My dress was bunched up around my waist, and all I wanted to do was take it off.
“Take it off,” I told him, voicing my thoughts. I never did that, but tonight, I was crossing a line, so I could be anything I wanted to be, and it included telling Carter exactly what I wanted: him.
He pulled the dress up over my chest, and I groaned from the pain in my ribs, but he didn’t let that stop him. He flung the dress somewhere behind him and stared down at me. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot.”
I could feel the blush on my cheeks burning, but I didn’t think about it as I pushed my finger in a loop on his jeans and yanked him closer. His erection lined behind the denim, and I dragged my finger over it.
“I want to see you,” I murmured, staring up at him. “All of you.”
His chest heaved with several breaths, and then he yanked his T-shirt over his head and leaned down to cover my body with his. His hands tore at the fabric of my lace panties and I groaned at the sound of the rip.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned out, his finger sliding through my folds and finding my clit. He flicked it several times, and my toes curled from the sensation. My heart thumped in my chest, the danger and wrongness flashing in my brain, but I pushed it all aside. Even if it was only for this one night. One illicit night with my nephew.
Carter dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth over the lace of my bra and then scraped his teeth over it. He was a combination of gentle and harsh, and I craved both with an intensity I’d never felt before.
“God, Carter, that feels so good.” His hand worked faster on my clit and then he slid two fingers inside me, stretching me to the hilt and bringing them back out onto my clit again.
He lifted his head and slammed his lips down onto mine, and it was exactly what I needed in that moment. I needed his closeness and the caress of his tongue on mine. I needed his body covering me. I just...I just needed him.
Burning started low in my stomach and I bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to speed up. Within seconds, fireworks exploded, and my back bowed off the bed. The thumping of the pain in my ribs added to the sensations and then he pinched my clit, making me orgasm harder than I ever had before.
I scraped my hands down his back and groaned, “Yes, Carter. Fuck, yes.”
“Goddamn.” He lifted his head and reached down between us with his other hand. I heard his zipper as he pulled it down, and all it took was a couple of moves to have his cock at my entrance. “You sound so goddamn hot when you curse.”
I smiled up at him and placed my hand on the side of his face. “I told you I cursed when it called for it. And that…” I paused and bit down on my bottom lip. “That called for it.”
“Hell yeah, it did.” He pressed his lips to mine, a soft, gentle kiss, and then asked, “You ready?” I wasn’t sure what he was asking, but I nodded anyway. His hooded eyes glazed over, and then he thrust his hips, filling me up. He stretched me, his cock wider than any I’d had before. “Jesus.” The veins in his neck could be seen as he tensed. “Feels so much fuckin' better than I ever could have imagined.”
I trailed my hand down his back and to his ass and squeezed as I said, “Fuck me, Carter, fuck me like I’m the last thing you’ll ever fuck.”
His lips quirked as he stared down at me and promised, “I don’t need to imagine that, because now that my cock has been inside you, ain’t no way I’m letting you go.” He pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside me, so hard I moved up the bed. “You think because society says this is wrong that it’s gonna stop me?” My breaths became pants I couldn’t control. His words were speaking to a part of me I’d tried to push aside, but I couldn’t now. I’d opened up the door a little, just enough for Carter to fling it open, and now there was no way to close it. “You’re mine now, Sky. All. Fuckin’. Mine.”
“Yours,” I promised. Because that was what it was. A promise. A promise that was wrong. A promise neither of us should have made. A promise I’d never go back on, not while I was breathing the air on this earth.
About A. A. Davies
A. A. Davies is the darker half of Abigail’s brain. Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, storytelling, maths, and anything pink. Dreaming up characters—quite literally—and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for her. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads and interprets a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has found the passion that she always knew was there. When she’s not writing: she’s a mother to two daughters who she encourages to use their imagination as she believes that it’s a magical thing, or getting lost in a good book. If she’s doing neither of those things, you can be sure she’s surfing the web buying new makeup, clothes, or binge watching another show as she becomes one with her sofa.
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