Page 67 of Debts and Desires
“What? Am I not doin’ it right?” he chuckled, throwing my own words back at him.
“You asshole,” I hissed. He grinned and leaned forward, his lips brushing mine.
“Only returnin’ the favor, baby.” He kissed me again, biting my bottom lip. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and husky. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
My heart pounded in my ears, and my breath came out in ragged gasps.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered. “I need your cock filling me up.” He groaned.
Carter positioned himself at my entrance, then slammed into me. I screamed in ecstasy. He fucked me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips painfully. I could feel the car rocking beneath us, and I knew someone would see us if they walked by. That thought sent adrenaline through my veins, spurring me on to want more.
“Harder,” I moaned. He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. He gave me what I wanted, pounding into me until I thought I would pass out. The friction between my legs and Carter’s cock was too much for me, and I shattered around him, screaming his name. He grunted and followed soon after, collapsing onto me as he found his own release.
After we’d caught our breath, Carter pulled out of me. Before he moved too far, he kissed me again and said, “For bein’ a brat, you get to walk around with your panties full of my cum.” With a wink, he backed away. He grabbed his shirt, putting it on, then pulled up his pants, fixing his jumpsuit, too. Then he picked me up, setting me on my feet and helped fix my clothes.
“You good?” he asked. I nodded. “Any more doubt on whether or not I like you, Emogen?” I shook my head, unable to speak still. “Good, ‘cause I need to get this finished.” He kissed my cheek and moved back to the car, opening the hood back up to work. I bit my lip, smiling as I took my seat back on the tires.
I did my best to focus on writing the song, but I couldn’t. My mind was swimming with everything I had admitted to him, everything that had just happened.
I wanted to stay. I didn’t care about hours or if he finished mycar or anything else. I just wanted to be with Carter. I wanted more. It was scary, but I decided to go for it.
I looked up from my notebook and glanced at Carter. He was still focused on the car, but the few times he turned my way, I could see a hint of a smile still on his lips. An idea popped into my head as I started for the door to the reception area.
“I’m clocking in for a minute,” I called over my shoulder before heading out and heading to the office. I headed right for the desk, grabbing Carter’s shop book. I looked up at the cat on the poster and smiled.
Once I was done, I headed back out, the scheduling book in hand.
“I had to change some things,” I started, lifting the book so he could see. “I think Miss Carla should get her car done before me, since she has all those kids. And Miss Lettie’s car is due for inspection. She should go before me, too. Don’t want to have to worry about her safety, you know?” Carter looked at me curiously for a moment.
“What’s this about, Emogen?” he asked. I let out a long sigh.
“I want to go to the fair,” I mumbled. A faint grin ghosted his lips as he reached for the book. I relinquished it. Carter opened it and looked everything over.
“If I put everyone in the book before you, your car won’t be done for a while.”
“I know.”
“I see you marked yourself comin’ in more, too.”
“Yup. Since I moved things around, I figured I’d at least help. I don’t know anything about cars, but I can offer an extra set of hands while you teach me.” I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, even though my heart was pounding with anticipation. Carter’s mouth curled into a smirk.
“That’s a lot of hours, Em. You have yourself booked up until…” he looked up.
“A long time from now,” I finished. “I… wanted to stay for a little.”
“You’re gonna miss that audition of yours,” he said. I shrugged.
“Hudsonville’s kinda grown on me.”
“Just Hudsonville?”
“And Mac.” I paused. He raised his brows, as if prompting me to continue. “And… Tyler.”
“No one else?” I shook my head. “You sure? Should I help you remember who was just eatin’ your pussy ‘til you screamed his name?” Carter’s smirk widened.
“Oh!” I pretended as if I’d remembered. “Some guy whose name starts with ‘L’.”
“C’mere!” Carter rushed me, pulling me into him as he tickled me relentlessly.
