Page 67 of Yours and Mine (Friends with Benefits)

“You okay there, Betty Crocker?”

His hands were on my hips, holding onto the wet fabric. I in turn held onto his arms because I didn’t want to go back down into that bucket, and the way my legs were shaking underneath me, there was a good possibility of that happening.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m all wet now.”

Carter held me so close, that the moisture from my jeans transferred to his. “Come on, I have a pair of old sweat pants you should fit into.”

“Thanks. I got you all wet as well.” Especially the front of his garage jeans, which now appeared more fitted than before. I followed him inside. The place was looking much better each time I came here. New drapes hung in the windows, and Carter had bought a throw for the scruffy couch. The bright light coming from the back patio door made the home appear larger than it was. I followed him to his bedroom, and then waited at the threshold as he fumbled through the clothes in his chest of drawers.

“This is the smallest pair I have.” He handed me the sweats and a t-shirt as well.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll go to the bathroom. You can change here.”

“Okay.”

As soon as he left, I pulled down my pants and panties, and then removed my shirt and quickly jumped into his clothes, which were quite loose. I rolled up the bottoms of the sweat pants as well as the band around my waist, folding it outward. When I was done, I went back out to the hallway. The bathroom door was open, and in the reflection I saw Carter in his boxer briefs. He flexed his arms in the mirror, then stood sideways and examined his toned abs, like most guys probably did every morning. Yup, they were definitely tight. But so were his ass, his legs, and the rest of him. There was not even an ounce of fat on this guy, despite all the muffins and cupcakes I fed him each day.

“Don’t worry, Carter. You look good.”

He turned toward me, showing off his physique, flexing like a professional body builder.

“You think?”

My gaze inadvertently traveled lower to his crotch. Yeah, he definitely looked good.

“Trust me, when you’re ready, the girls will be clawing at one another just to get close to you.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Would you want me?”

Well, that was a loaded question. Carter had a knack for surprising me with questions I didn’t know how to answer. I had a boyfriend. But if I said no, I’d offend him.

“Ahm, yeah. I would.”

His mouth curved in satisfaction.

“Nick will hardly recognize you,” I said.

“I don’t think I’ll recognize him either. I bet he’s all buffed up for you. How long do you have left now?”

“Two more weeks. I think he’s busy with his final tests.”

“Probably. Hey, we should throw him a welcome back party. Isn’t Molly coming home from school as well?”

“I think so. Doesn’t it feel like we’re the only two left from our class in town?”

“I think we are. Okay, so I’ll get the word out for a little gathering. Will you do the same? My house?”

“I’ll bring cupcakes.” I perked up.

“You better.”

His brows wiggled again. Whenever he did that, I wondered whether he was truly thinking about my cupcakes… or my boobs.

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