CARTER
Rory and I run in silence for the next ten minutes and it starts to become very obvious that she's tired. Her breaths are coming in short pants and her pace has slowed.I don't slow down to keep pace with her. If anything, I go faster so that she'll have to struggle to keep up with me. The stink eye she gives me when she manages to reach me tells me that she knows what I'm doing. Ask me if I care.She deserves to pay for the little stunt she pulled.The annoying thing is that even though she's not actively trying to make me suffer right now, her ass and tits are still bouncing with her movements and my raging hard-on has managed to cool down to a semi, thanks to thoughts of me taking trips to my dentist.I sight a man walking his dog on the same path as us and I move out of the way quickly because his dog is ahead of him and I don't want to bump into it. Expecting Rory to do the same, I keep on running but then stop when I reaRORY“What are you doing?” Carter asks, a note of surprise evident in his voice. I don’t have to turn around to know he’s staring at me with that look again—the one that suggests I’ve got more than a few loose screws in my head that I need to get checked. “Arming us with supplies, obviously.” He even had to ask? Anyone with a working pair of eyes would take one look at the packed island and know. I strategically place the only one tub of ice cream closest to my stool before I take a few steps back with my hands braced on my hip, admiring my work. It’s not until Carter responds, being his usual pessimistic self that I turn around to glare at him. He’s staring at the island top rather dubiously, eyes moving over the drinks, different brands of chocolate, before resting on the giant tub of ice cream. The one meant for me and me alone. “These are supplies.” “Yes,” I chirp. It isn’t a question but I answer anyway. “I don’t know about you but my body consumes a lot of sugar when I work
RORYThe heat of Carter’s eyes are like a brand on my skin from where he stares at me, on the other side of the kitchen island. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the blowjob and while there’s definitely the unmistakable look of awe on his face, there’s also something else. He almost looks unhappy, probably because when we got out of the shower, he’d been so hell-bent on eating me out, to which I’d refused, taken a proper shower and ordered us takeout instead. He looks at me like I’ve taken his favorite thing away. It’s so unexpected, it brings a small smile to my face. His scowl deepens and that does nothing but make my smile widen. Sometimes, I think about the Carter of before and struggle to match him with the man sitting in front of me now. We’ve come a really long way, from not being able to pull a word out of him to him giving them to me freely. From him avoiding me like I was the plague itself to him now being in a foul mood because I refused to partake in an activity that
CARTER“Rory…” Her name is a hoarse sound on my lips, my vision so clouded with lust and hazy around the edges that I can barely make out anything save for her face.“Yeah?”She seems just as distracted as I am. I don’t even think it’s possible she heard what I said with the way her eyes stay glued to my lips. Her lashes are wet and spiky, a droplet of water running down the side of her face and stopping at her upper lip. All I can think about is closing the distance between our faces and licking it off. Her skin has never looked better than it does at the moment. “What are you doing?” Actually, the question I should be asking is ‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ because how on earth do I have a naked Rory pressed up to me and the only thing I can think to do is ask her what she is doing. Maybe the blood loss had affected my brain after all, because I sure as hell am not thinking right. “I-I…” Rory blinks as she struggles to find her words, her hands dropping to rest on my uninjur
CARTERShe looks around, seemingly at a loss. “Um…”“Need me to refresh your memory?” I’m having way too much fun with this than I should. “If I remember correctly, your words were ‘I want to assist you in taking a shower’. Or are you retracting them?”“Of course not,” Rory huffs, rolling her eyes as she seems to get her bearing back. “Why would I? I said I’ll help you take a shower and I will.”One of my brow quirks up as I appraise her. “Okay, so why am I standing in here and you’re all the way over there?”My mood has significantly improved compared to when I slid out of bed this morning with my arm radiating so much pain, I’d wanted nothing more than to cut the limb off and be done with it. After staggering to the bedside table, pain ringing a fucking anthem in my head, I’d found my prescription, popped two pills in my mouth and washed it down with water before stumbling into the bathroom to take a piss. The fact that I’d woken up to find Rory sleeping next to me yet hadn’t ling
RORY I’m jolted awake by the sound of something crashing to the ground. Frowning, I sit up on the bed, glancing around warily as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. This room looks familiar but it’s not mine. I frown, glancing down at the sheets pooled on my laps. Where the hell am I? That’s when I remember. The lights going off as the room plunged into darkness. Several gunshots ringing out in rapid successions. My head slamming against the ground. Carter getting hit by a bullet. A familiar masculine voice muttering a string of profanities has me hurrying out of the bed and running to the en suite bathroom. In my panic, I don’t remember to knock. I simply twist the door-knob and freeze when I see Carter standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink with his one good hand. His head lifts at the sound of the door creaking open and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. He looks like he’
RORYThe doctor clears Carter to leave. He says there are no signs of complications, no excessive bleeding, no signs of an infection or nerve damage and that his vitals are perfectly normal. The amount of relief I feel when he gives us the news is astronomical, like lead weights have been lifted off my shoulder. I’m waiting in the car my dad has called for us while him and Carter talk. It’s the same car from earlier with the same driver who may or may not have heard—or seen—Carter and I having sex. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I think of it. I couldn’t look at him just now when he’d opened the door for me, for fear that I’d take one look at him and see the confirmation that he had seen us all over his face. A text message pops into my phone and I glance down at it as the screen lights up, staring at Avery’s name. She’d called less than a second after I told her we were at the hospital and she’d lost her shit when I told her I got shot at again and that Carter had shoved me