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“One day, some girl is gonna walk into your life and flip your whole world upside down and you’re not gonna know what the fuck to do with yourself except drop to your knees and beg her to never leave.”
“Captain of the Vancouver Vipers. And you can take that ‘sweetheart’ and stuff it up your ass.”
“Has anyone ever been able to tell you no?” she asks on a whisper. My chest puffs with pride. “Never.” A wide grin blooms on her face. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.” My forehead crumples as I blink down at her, her hand slipping from mine as she steps out of reach. “What?” “Enjoy the rest of your night,” she calls over her shoulder before she squeezes through the crowd, disappearing. Well, fuck me sideways. I don’t like this.
Carter Beckett is the definition of sexy. He’s arrogance dressed in expensive clothing, smooth, corded muscles, and a charming smile, and quite possibly the face of chlamydia;
“Cara said you needed a foot rub. So I’m giving you a foot rub.” Should my response be No thank you? Probably. But here’s the thing: he’s got big hands, broad fingertips, a powerful touch, and I drank too much last night, which means I subsequently danced too much. And he feels so damn good. “Jesus Christ,” I accidentally whimper, folding toward him. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it. If you’re a fan of rubs, we can go back to my pl—” “And you ruined it.” I rip my feet from his magical hands and curl them under my butt. “Why’d you have to ruin something so good?”
“Yeah…” I skim the tip of my finger over the neck of his T-shirt. My palm curves over the nape of his neck as I guide his face down to mine. His hands land on my hips, gripping me tightly as my lips graze his ear, and I hate how good he smells. There’s an irrational part of me that wants to lick him like a freaking ice cream cone. “It’s gonna be a no from me.” I watch that smug smile melt right off his handsome face before it disappears behind the door I slam. Damn, that felt good.
His grin is explosive, handsome, sexy, infuriating. Leaning over the boards, he stares down the length of his stick at me, the tip resting on top of the glass. “Hi.”
“C’mon, pip-squeak. Let’s go get our faces painted.” “I’m twenty-five. I’m not getting my face painted.” * * * I got my face painted. Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it.
She’s a drug, and I’m addicted off my very first hit.
The short and truthful answer to her worry is both. I genuinely care about her and want to spend time with her, but I would also throw myself at her feet if it meant she’d let me destroy her body, because I want to absolutely wreck her. I mean that in the most respectful way possible, of course.
I crawl backward when his knees hit the mattress and he starts slinking toward me, that thing dangling between his legs, dragging across the bedding. Aside from the wild beat of my heart, the only other thing I can hear is the slowness with which it slithers across the bed, alerting me to my impending doom.
even though Carter’s packing a goddamn missile that’s going to blow my vagina to smithereens.
“And by the way, it’s hot as balls in theater four. You should maybe think about turning the heat down.” The kid behind the counter blinks slowly. “We keep all our theaters set at sixty-five degrees.” My brows rise as I give him a pointed look. “Yeah. Fucking scorching.”
“Um, I’m gonna go grab a tea at the coffee shop down the road.” “Oh. What a coincidence. I was also about to go there and get a tea. Guess we can walk together. Maybe grab a seat at the same table.” “You drink tea?” “Never.”
“You’re absolutely fucking stunning, Miss Parker.”
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to cash in on your dance,” I say as he hauls me against his chest, one hand on my back, the other holding mine. “I wanted to be your last.”
“We’re going skating? Here?” “You got it, princess. You said you grew up doing this back home, so I figured this might be a nice way to bring a bit of home to you.”
“Carter?” she calls suddenly, the words thick with sleep. Her eyes are still closed, and I think she might be dreaming. “Yeah, princess?” “What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.”
World’s Sexiest Man: do u prefer princess or ollie when i scream your name into the crowd?
“I can see why having someone as handsome as me show up unexpectedly at your door in the middle of the night would make you think that, but no, you’re not dreaming.” Carter’s grip tightens as he hauls me into him, looming. “And you just tried to slam the door on me when I’ve been missing you for three days, so I’m gonna need you to open up that pretty mouth of yours and lemme taste you, gorgeous girl.”
“Every inch of you. It’s all my favorite. You’re my favorite. My princess.”
Her words tumble tenderly off her tongue, and I empty everything I have into this woman my heart beats for.
“Never thought I’d see the day where Carter Beckett fought over a girl.” “First time for everything.” I hiss at the sting of the antiseptic. “Was it worth it?” “She’ll always be worth it.” “Whatever it takes to keep your girl safe?” “Whatever it takes.” A promise I intend to keep.
But mostly, I hate these tears. I don’t want to be the dark cloud that hangs over her. I want to be the light that glows in the dark and eases all her fears.
“Hey.” Hooking a finger under her chin, I force her gaze to mine. “Your tears are not a weakness, so stop trying to hide them. Don’t be sorry for showing me how you feel. Being vulnerable with each other is how we learn to be the best versions of ourselves as partners. When you show me the type of love you need, I learn how to give it to you.”
“I know I flip your world upside down. You fucking demolish mine. Please, let me in. Let me see you. Let me have you. All of you.”
“If you want obsession, fierce appreciation, wild, unrestrained passion…If you want fucking magic, Ollie, then it’s me. Let it be me.”
Fucking shit, I’m dead. Gone, deceased, six feet under. What the fucking fuck? Is this the result of her reading smutty books? Because o-fucking-kay, I’ll buy her the whole damn romance section and turn a room into a library for her.
“I need you to know that I’d never hurt you. Hurting you would break my heart, and you own that thing. You’re my Ollie girl.”
“Then I’m gonna fuck you like I own you. Tell me you’re mine, Olivia.”
“You’re gonna look me in the eyes while I own you.”
“I’m gonna score a goal for you!” she shrieks. “I can’t wait for you to see!” “What about me?” Jeremy asks. “You gonna score one for your old man?” Alannah scoffs. “Get lost, Dad. There’s a new man in town.”
“You were amazing with her. And don’t worry about the slumber party. I’ll get you out of that.” “What? Fuck no! Oreo-themed slumber party? That’s like my dream come true, right after you.”
“I’m gonna love you the way you deserve to be loved every single day for the rest of your life and my life. I promise.”
Ollie Girl, I’ve made a lot of mistakes, lived my life a little too carelessly, in ways that people didn’t approve of. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Because I was waiting for you. Waiting for a love that would walk into my life and blow my whole world up. I want to celebrate every Valentine’s Day & birthday with you. Love, Carter
“They say there comes a time in everybody’s life when you meet your soul mate, the person who will love and cherish you for the rest of your life, hold you close and never let you go.” The women in the crowd all aww and Emmett grins at Cara. “For Cara, that day happened at seventeen when she met me.”
