Page 71 of Debts and Desires
“Oh, good. Just making sure I still get dessert.” I said, going back to putting the food in containers.
I didn’t get far before I was grabbed from behind, bent over the table, and my pants were ripped down. One rough hand slid up my inner thigh. A finger rubbed against my clit, teasing me. His other hand reached up to squeeze my neck gently, with just enough pressure that I knew he could choke me if he wanted to. Then one of his fingers dipped down.
“Always so wet for me, baby.” He growled. Two fingers slid into my pussy, working me slowly. “So fuckin’ wet for me.” He cooed as Imoaned, trying to take more of him. “Yes, that’s right. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” As much as I loved his fingers, I needed more.
As if hearing my thoughts, he asked, “You want more?” I nodded eagerly, spreading my legs wider.
“Please.” I begged, desperate for more. He chuckled, his fingers withdrawing. I heard his pants drop and then he was sliding into me from behind, making me gasp at the feeling. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to him before picking up the pace.
The kitchen table shook under our movements. My hands grasped at the edge of the table, trying to hold on to something until we both finally came. Carter bit down on my shoulder as he filled me, making me moan out my own pleasure.
“Go get cleaned up. I’ll get the rest of this,” he said. I nodded, then headed upstairs for a quick shower.
Later,I found him sitting on the back porch with a half empty beer in his hand. As quietly as I could, I opened and closed the door, slipping outside to join him. He was staring out into the woods, lost in thought. It hurt seeing him like that and I wanted to do everything I could to distract him. Most of the time, sex was the answer that worked with Carter. But for whatever reason, I knew it wouldn’t be this time around.
His eyes met mine as I walked over. I gave him the new beer bottle I’d brought out before sitting down.
“Thanks, Em,” he said, setting it on the small table beside him.
“You’re welcome… Is it okay if I work on some songs?”
“Of course it is.”
For a little while, I strummed, wrote down some things, pieced together another bridge. But eventually, I sat my guitar down and watched as Mac pranced around the backyard.
“You know,” I said. “When I feel bad, singing makes me feelbetter.” I gave a side glance as Carter took another sip. “Maybe… Maybe it would help you?”
“You just want me to play you a song,” he countered. I smiled and nodded.
“I do. But I wasn’t saying it because of that. You just look… like you could use some notes to lift your spirits.”
“That’s why I have you.” My cheeks heated. I left it at that. I really wasn’t trying to get him to do it because I wanted it. Yes, I wanted to hear him, but I also knew that singing, playing music, was a release in its own way.
Movement from the corner of my eye had me turning in time to see Carter carefully pick up my guitar by the neck.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
“I owe you a song.”
“You don’t have to, Carter.”
“I wanna. You were right. Singin’ does help sometimes.” The corners of my lips upturned some as he situated the instrument on him and plucked the strings a little, getting a feel for it.
“What song are you going to sing me?” I asked. He seemed to think.
“‘Sun to Me’ by Zach Bryan,” he answered.
“That’s a good one.”
Then he strummed and I sat back to listen. I don’t exactly know what I was expecting, but it had my mouth popping open.
Low and raspy. Deep and soothing. He played and sang flawlessly.
The sweet emotion that poured from him as he sang made my heart happy. It was as if he’d picked the song on purpose. I wanted to ask, but didn’t. I didn’t think I could talk then, completely in awe of the raw and openness that was Carter.
When he finished, neither one of us moved. He stared at the floor and I stared at him. It took me a moment, but I finally spoke.
“Carter, that was…” He looked at me, his face flushed. “Your voice is…” I raised my brows, not able to form any sentence. “Singmore? Please?” He swallowed, but nodded, playing another song for me. I stared in awe the whole time.
