The Story of Us (Carnage #1)

by Lesley Jones

I was eleven years old, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt I was staring into the eyes of the boy I was going to love forever.

“No, love. I’m not a Layton. I’m Sean. Sean McCarthy. I’m Marley’s mate and Georgia’s boyfriend. So, make sure all your pervy, fifth-year mates know to stay the fuck away from her.”

“You, Gia, are a flirt. But one day… when you’re old enough, one day it will be our turn. Our time.”

“Gia… you have no idea, do you? Your dad and your brothers would kill me. They’d fucking kill me, and I respect them all too much to start something with you before you’re ready. But don’t think for a minute that I don’t want to. I know it sounds wrong, but right from that very first day when I saw your pink knickers, there’s been something, I’m not sure what, but since the first day I laid eyes on you, there’s been something.”

“Can I kiss ya? Please?”

My first kiss. Our first kiss.

and I loved watching Sean up on the stage, especially when his eyes would lock with mine and everyone else would just melt away. Me and him. Georgia and Sean. That’s all there is. That’s all that matters..

“I’ll love you forever, G. Wherever I am in the world. Whatever I’m doing, it’ll always be you. I’m yours for as long as you want me. For as long as I’m good for you, I’m all yours.”

everything.

“I love you, Sean. No matter what, I love you. I don’t care about anything or anyone else, you will always be enough. Always.”

“Love you, G. Always baby, always.”

“Darlin’, do me a favour here. All you ladies in the crowd tonight have gotta appreciate the fact that I’m a one-woman type of bloke and I love my girl. I’ve loved my girl since the very first day I set eyes on her, and back then, she was just a girl. But I’ve had the pleasure these past few years of watching her grow into an absolutely beautiful young woman, and as much as I love touring and playing in front of you lot every night, I’m counting down the days till I’m back in England and in her arms.”

“This song people… This song is for all of you that are missing the ones you love. For all of you that, for whatever reason, can’t be with that one person you love most in the world. This song is for my girl. This song is for Gia. I love you, baby.”

“Georgia Rae Layton, I’ve loved you since the very first day I set eyes on you and your pink polka dot knickers. You are my world. I know we’re young, but I love you, Gia. I want to make beautiful babies with you. I know people are going to be against this, but they don’t know what we know, and they don’t feel what we feel. I want to grow old with you, G, and I want to marry you. Please, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Such an angry little Kitten with such sad eyes. Who hurt you, Georgia? Who took the light out of those pretty blue eyes, hmm?”

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could have come on the spot just from his kiss alone. I bit down gently on his bottom lip, and he moaned into my mouth. The sound almost made my legs give way. His big hands ran down either side of my body, and his thumbs brushed over my boobs when he dragged them down from my armpits to my waist. He splayed them over my hips and then over my arse cheeks as he pulled me against him and ground himself against me.

“Fuckin’ hell, Kitten, you’re wearing stockings?” I smiled, mostly to myself. What was it with men and stockings? “I sure am, Tiger. What of it?” He bent his knees, so we were eye to eye. Even in my heels, he was a good few inches taller than me. “Show me.” “What?” “Pull your skirt up and show me your stockings.”

“Because I like you, Kitten. I like you a lot, and I want to get to know you. The real you, not the spitting, clawing alley cat you seem to want people to think you are. The first thing I want to know is what made you like this? Who did this to you? What did they do… hmm?” He raised his eyebrows at me like he was actually waiting for an answer.

“Don’t go! Don’t run away, Georgia. Stay and talk to me.”

“I’m going to kiss you, Georgia. I’m going to kiss you and then we’re going to leave because if we don’t leave the minute I stop kissing you, I’m going to drag you to your bedroom and fuck you senseless for the rest of the weekend.”

“I really like you, Georgia, but I need to know what I’m up against. I want to know who I’m up against.” He was quiet for a few seconds. “I’m not some kind of a cunt. If it’s a bloke and he’s still about or if you’re still involved, I’ll walk away and leave you to it. I want you, George, fuck, do I want you, but I want you to come to me willingly, and I want you to come to me single. I don’t share.”

“No!” I almost shouted. That was not what he was, and I didn’t want him to think that. “No, Cam. That’s the problem. I like you, you’re the first.” Shit, I thought I might actually cry. For the first time in four years, I thought I might actually cry. I swallowed it down. “You’re the first since him that’s made me feel anything. The others were nothing, and I felt nothing. But you, you’re different, and I’m struggling, I’ve never let anyone one in. I’ve not allowed myself to feel. I haven’t even cried… since him, not once.”

“What the fuck did he do to you, Kitten? What did he do? I want you to know then I want to make it better.”

“There’s only him. It will always be him. There’s no room for anyone else. Wherever we go with this, you need to understand that my heart is sealed and there’s only him that’s locked inside.”

“But you don’t know me, Georgia. You haven’t had a chance to get to know me. If you let me, I’ll blow your mind, baby.”

“G, please, baby. Just talk to me. I miss you so much, so fuckin’ much.”

“Kitten, I’ve had a hard-on for you, since the first time I laid eyes on you.

“Kitten?” “Tiger?” “Where are we going with this?” he spoke into that spot right below my ear, and my body reacted in an instant. I was covered in goose bumps, my nipples had hardened to the point where they were painful, I shuddered. And that ache between my legs intensified just a little bit more.

“Where would you like to go with this, Cam?” “Where I would like to go is right over this desk and then where I would like to go is upstairs to my bed, but we’ll get there, eventually.” “You’re very sure of yourself, Mr King.”

“That’s because I generally get what I want, Ms Layton, and I hav...

“Sooo authoritative,” I said to him, rubbing his chest as if I were impressed with the power he exuded, which was actually turning me on no end. He pulled me to him and ground the erection he still had going on into me. It pressed the seam of my jeans right into my clit, and I fought to control my bottom jaw as it dropped open. I clamped it shut and swallowed hard. “Oh, Kitten, you have no idea.”

“Don’t tease me, Kitten. Coz I will take you, right here, right now, right over this desk if it’s what you want, but you’re pushing me to a point where I won’t ask again. I’ll just take what I want.”

“What I fancy is you. Naked on my bed with your legs wide open so I can see how wet you are. I want your hands tied to my bedhead. I want you so turned on that when I stand at the end of the bed to look at you, I’ll be able to smell you. I’ll be able to smell how turned on you are, and I’ll be able to smell how much you want me to lick, suck, and fuck every square inch of you.” He took another sip of his wine while I struggled to not jump up and straddle him. “But what I will have is the steak, rare, with a fully loaded jacket potato. What do you fancy, Kitten?”

“Give me something? Give me something for fuck’s sake, Kitten? You totally baffle me. We were having a lovely night, one of the best nights in a woman’s company I’ve had in years and then, and then you just flip. Who did it? Who broke you? I have to know who broke you before I can start putting you back together again. So, who? Who was it?”

“Sean!” I screamed back at him. “Sean,” I sobbed as I dropped down to my knees. “It’s Sean, it’s all, Sean.” I sobbed harder. Big, heaving out of control sobs. He was on the floor with me and pulled me into his lap. “Thank fuck,” he said into my hair. He kissed me, my head, my hair, my cheeks, and my tears. “Let it out, Kitten, let it all out. It’s not good to keep it all in like that, believe me, I know. Just let it out.”

“I love him, Cam. I love him so much, and it hurts so bad. I just don’t know if I can live the rest of my life like this.” He kissed my hair some more. “I know, I know, but we’ll make it better. I promise we’ll make it better.”

“I want to be more than nice to you, Kitten, but we’ll get there.”

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Kitten. You have the most beautiful skin. I want to lick every part of your body.” “Do it then.” I ground into him as I spoke. “Lick me, Cam. Lick me, suck me, and then fuck me. I want you.”

“I can smell you, Kitten. I can smell how much you want me. I’m going to taste you now.”

“Touch yourself. Rub right on the spot that turns you on the most.”

“I want you to come in my mouth, Kitten. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers, and I want to feel your clit throb while you come all over my face.”

“Are you ready for this, Kitten? Coz, I’m about to spin your world off its axis.”

“My second favourite taste in the whole wide world.” He twirled his tongue inside my mouth. “Your cunt juices in your mouth put there by my mouth.”

“I don’t think that’s going to fit.” “We’ll make it fit, believe me. Slowly, Kitten. I’ll slide inside you nice and slow. You’re so wet, it won’t be a problem.”

“You’re beautiful, Georgia. We are going to fit perfectly together.”

I clung to him and sobbed. I couldn’t help it. It might have been the four years of frustration, hurt, and self-doubt mixed with every other emotion I’d kept locked down for so long, or it could’ve been the fact that I was feeling, really feeling for the first time in so very long. I just didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop the tears.

All the while, Cam was perfect, just perfect. He held me, kissed, and stroked me, telling me how good I felt in his arms, how he loved being inside me and just to cry and let it out, until eventually, I fell asleep in his arms.

rang the doorbell and stood with my forehead pressed against the door. I was so busy going over tonight’s conversation with Cam and his shitty attitude towards me that I didn’t notice the door being opened. I fell forward and face-planted right into someone’s chest. I knew. In an instant. In a millisecond. I knew exactly whose chest it was.