Page 129 of Released from the Sin Bin

I laugh and wrap myself around him, holding onto his neck and lifting my hips up to rub against his growing shaft.

“Make love to me again,” I beg. “I want it nice and slow.”

We’ve done several positions, but that one was my favorite.

“As you wish.” He pulls the blanket over us and lavishes me with his fingers and mouth. Touching and rubbing all my sensitive parts.

There’s no need for anymore foreplay. This entire day has been one long foreplay, and I’m already soaked through for him.

“Last one.” He holds up the condom, placing it on my lip to clamp down on the edge as he rips it open. “Let’s make it last.”

“Oh god,” I moan loudly as he enters my very sensitive, swollen hole.

“I love you,” he whispers against my skin, taking me by surprise.

I suck in my breath, ready to say it back when my door slams open with a crack.

“I knew it,” Jocelyn shouts.

“Shit.” I push Carter off and scramble up, covering myself with my sheet.

“Fuck,” Carter groans, holding himself as he hunches over.

“Jocelyn, wait.” I throw on my shirt and underwear to chase her down the stairs. “I’m sorry. I—”

“I can’t believe you lied to me.” She turns around with her hands thrown up. “Was it just to laugh in my face?”

“What?” I screech. “No, I would never do that.”

“I asked you several times if there was something going on!”

“It just happened.”

“Right,” she scoffs. “You’re not friends with him. No one is friends with Carter.”

“I was and still am.” I step closer, trying to calm her down. “We’re friends.”

“When did it start?” She stops me with her hand raised. “When did you first sleep with him? Was it before our date?”

“Well, it… yeah. There was a time before that.” I close my eyes on my confession, too afraid to see how much I hurt my best friend. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“After all I did for you. I stood up for you for years, and you went behind my back.” She picks up her coat and bag from the couch.

“Jocelyn, I didn’t—” she slams the front door in my face.

I’m a horrible friend. I should’ve talked to her sooner. I should’ve confessed everything right from the beginning.

My head hangs low as I make my way back up the stairs to my room. She’ll never forgive me.

I open the door to Carter getting his clothes on.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize and sit on the edge of my bed.

“For what?” He yanks down the hem of his shirt. “For breaking my fucking dick off?”

“Oh, shit.” I stand to check on him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Or for not telling your friend about us?” He pulls his arm away from me.

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