Page 15 of Debts and Desires
August 27
Day Zero
Seven Days to Go
Carter’s movements became faster, more sporadic.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his dick jerking inside me as he came. I was so close to following him over that edge, just a few more pumps from his end and?—
He pulled out, something landing in the trash can to my left. Then he fixed himself and pulled my dress down before heading for the door.
“Let’s go.”
“G-go?” I asked, standing, if that’s what you want to call it. It was more like a slump, like I just discovered I could walk for the first time. My clit was pulsing so much that I was sure if the right gust of wind came along, I’d come on the spot. My cheeks felt hot, and I was unable to look at anything but his boots.
“Yeah. I wanna get goin’. That okay with you?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Good. And so you’re aware, your seven days start tomorrow.”
“What?” My eyes snapped to his.
“Think of that,” he nodded to the desk, “as just shakin’ on it. Sealin’ the deal” He nodded toward the desk.
“You said?—”
“I said seven days, but I didn’t give no start time. It’s fuckin’ late, and I have to come back to work soon, so that ain’t too fair to me, is it?”
Asshole.
I wanted to scream at him, but didn’t. Surprisingly, I didn’t say anything. Hewasright, I supposed. After quickly putting my underwear and jacket back on, I followed him out.
“Grab whatcha need outta your car and put it in my Blazer over there,” he nodded toward the blue and white truck-like vehicle parked near the entrance. “I’ll close up real quick and we’ll be on our way.”
“Okay.” I started to move, but stopped. “Wait, where are we going?”
“My house.” My eyes widened. His house? I guess it made sense, but a small voice in the back of my head was screaming for me to run after years of being told to never let someone take you to a second location. “I can set you up at the bed-and-breakfast tomorrow if you’d prefer?” I thought about it for a moment and rememberedwhyI was in this situation. I’d never be able to pay him back at this point, even if I sucked everything out of him.
“And have my bill go up more? No, thank you,” I huffed. He let out a laugh.
“I’m still addin’ a rent fee, so you ain’t savin’ much.”
“Of course you are,” I grumbled. He didn’t say anything else and walked out into the garage bay. I followed, my body still screaming for an orgasm.
Carter helped carry my suitcases while I carried my guitar and notebook. After putting them in the back, he closed everything up for the night. Then we drove off, but not before stopping at a gas station first, where Carter bought me a bottle of water after filling his vehicle up.
“Free of charge,” he offered, handing me the plastic bottle.
“Thought you said you weren’t the chivalrous type,” I scoffed.
“Once we get home, I won’t be.”
8. CASTLE, CAGE, CARTER
August 27
Day Zero
