Page 57 of Released from the Sin Bin

My thighs clench together as a rush of butterflies shoots straight down to my core. His husky voice grazed a sensitive part of my skin that hasn’t been touched in a very long time. I can’t remember the last time Vic nuzzled into me. Toward the end, it was always a quick fuck just to get off.

“Need anything else?” Carter stands, looking around the room.

“I’ve been thinking.” I haven’t, but the thought just came to me and I’m going with it. “We don’t have feelings for each other. I mean, you’re my friend, but I don’t find you attractive or have a crush on you or anything.”

It’s not completely a lie. Anyone with eyes can see how attractive Carter is.

Those deep dark eyes over his sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw under that short scruff he’s growing in. He rakes his hand through the short strands of his dark brown hair at the tip of his head, and his tattooed bicep bulges against the sleeve of his shirt.

“Where are you going with this?” He asks and places his hands on his tapered waist.

“Well, I…” If I don’t just say it, I’ll never get it out. “Have sex with me.”

“What?” He coughs out a laugh.

“You want to take some aggression out, right?”

It’s the perfect option. He can get his tension out and I can have sex with someone other than Vic. Win-win.

“Wills…” He shakes his head. “You're drunk.”

“I’m not that bad.” It’s not like I’m puking. I’m still coherent. “I don’t want Vic to be the one and only anymore.”

It hits me like a freight train. I’m over him.

I am so over Vic and this, having sex with another guy, this would be the nail on the coffin. It’s the shootout goal to end the game. I need this.

Carter leans over me, his dark eyes with the soft red tint stare me down.

“That is a bad idea. Goodnight, Willa.” He leans in to kiss my cheek, but I turn my face and clutch his shirt to pull him in.

Locking our lips together and sucking his tongue out of his mouth. His hand falls to my thigh, brushing his palm over it to reach around and lift me up. Moving me further into the bed while crawling over me.

“This is a really bad idea,” he groans and backs away.

“Do it. Fuck me, Carter.” I order him, but there’s still a hesitation. “Please. I need this.”

He shakes his head while biting his lip.

“If it’s not you, it’ll be some random guy that I’ll regret.”

He backs away. I’m losing him.

“Chris Hines gave me his number the other day.”

“What?” He freezes in place, hovering over me.

“Hines. We have a class together and he was flirting, or at least I think he was, but I know he sleeps around a lot.” I have no intention of calling or texting Chris Hines. I know his reputation, and Luca has told me stories.

But something I said hit a nerve.

“I guess he’ll be my next option.”

“Fuck that.” Carter whips his shirt over his head, revealing the hard muscles scattered with random tattoos over his pecs and a couple on his sides. “You’re not having sex with Chris Hines.”

“Ok,” I nod before Carter kisses me.

“Delete his fucking number from your phone.” He growls and kisses me again. Smacking our lips together as I keep agreeing with my head bobbing up and down.

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