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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I know this year will be the best one yet, because I met you. Carter
That means admitting how deep I’ve already fallen, how I acted out of fear, and that I’m not sure I can make it right because I’m not sure I’m brave enough to try this.
I don’t want to be fractured; I want to be whole.
Her wide eyes lock on mine, cheeks blazing, hand hanging there in midair, holding on to a … A goddamn Oreo. Woman’s my fucking soul mate.
One night. One damn night with this girl and I’m fucking wrecked.
I’m so tired of having my picture splashed everywhere, my private life on dispay. I don’t want to be this person anymore, so careless.
Yes, I want to choose Olivia, over and over again.
i think i miss her, care. this sucks.
“I’m proud of you. Going after what you want sounds easy, but sometimes it’s just fucking scary. I think leaving when you did gave you the chance to step back and gain some clarity on the intensity of your feelings and what you wanted.”
My mouth quirks, and I give Carter a tiny wave. “Bye,” I whisper. His entire face shatters with a cheek-splitting grin.
This man is a live wire and my entire body sizzles when he’s around.
“What scares you the most?” “That I’m going to fall in love with him.”
Time either races or drags; there’s no in between.
When things aren’t going your way, time stands still.
And then she fucking smiled at me,
My own snow angel.
“Carter—” I level her with a look, and it must be charming as hell, because she sighs, tucks her wallet away, and tells me she wants a London Fog Tea Latte. “Good girl.” I press my lips to her blushing cheek. “Go sit down. I’ll bring the drinks over.”
“I really like you, too, Carter. Thank you for being patient with me and giving me some time.”
The truth is, I think I’d give her anything she ever needed, all she’d have to do is ask.
She’s stunning, but she always has been. She could be wearing my hockey bag zipped up to her neck with armhole cutouts and she’d still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
Because here’s the thing about me: I’m persistent. Fierce. Voracious and so boldly confident. When I set my sights on something I want, I don’t rest until I’ve got it. Olivia Parker is no different.
Fuck. I’m not in control. I’m not in control at fucking all.
And he walks forward. Not walk. He prowls. He prowls forward, and I slink backward until I’ve slinked all I can slink.
Fuck control and fuck slow. I just want him to fuck me.
Oh look. The feminism has left my body.
“You’re fucking stunning, Miss Parker.”
“I’m really happy you two are giving this a go. He’s been hung up on you since day one, singing nonstop. He’s so damn excited to spend time with you tomorrow. The rest of us are excited for him to stop whining.”
“I wanted to be your last.”
“Only me. Do you want to be on your knees when you get punished, or over my lap?”
“Fuck slow,” he growls. “I can’t do slow. Not with you.”
God, I don’t want slow. I want to crack this whole thing wide open, the chemistry, the passion, the fire. I want to give him all of me and take all of him.
He places a lingering kiss on my lips. “Sleep tight, Ollie girl.”
I got you the most bacon-y one.
xo Carter
“I’ve never felt so fucking powerless. That’s why I’m gonna kiss you now instead of waiting until the end of our date like I promised myself I would, okay?”
I think about the lanyard I picked up on Christmas Eve, the day after the fundraiser, because I knew I wanted to get her something. But it was the words I wrote that meant the most to me. I was looking forward to the new year, because I was looking forward to a year with her in my life.
“I’m all in, as long as it’s you I’m all in with.”
“Hank,” I murmur, turning to him. “Oh no,” Carter whispers, eyes flicking to the tablet. “What is it?” Hank asks, head moving between us. Carter swallows. “Olivia just found your smut collection.”
“You wanna come,” I whisper against her ear. “And I want you to earn it.”
“I’d love to. All you have to do is promise me you’ll still be mine in the morning.” Releasing her wrist, I push down her pants and dip my hand between her thighs. “Better yet, tell me who owns this pussy.”
ur still my princess, even if ur mad at me 4 showing u off *kiss emoji* *heart emoji*
No freaking way. I like him, I have him, I want to keep him.
“He makes me happy, Jer.” Pulling back, I wipe the theatrics from my eyes. “I want you to be happy. I do, Ollie. But I don’t want you to get hurt.” “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” I 100 percent cannot handle it. But I’m learning to trust him.
Her honesty is refreshing, and I appreciate it. I’m tired of misunderstandings and miscommunications. I need to know how she feels so I can help her through this shit. Being in the spotlight is new for her, so I need to be patient while we navigate this part of our relationship.
“I’d keep you warm, baby.” “Mmm, I know. Bear.” “Bear?”
“Yeah, princess?” “What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.”
shy. “Girlfriend?” He nods, scratching at his head. “Is that okay? I know I want to be with you. I know we’re compatible. I don’t need time to see if this will work, if I’m serious about you. I already know all that. I want you to be mine and I don’t want to share you with anyone else. So be mine. Please.”
“Ah-ah, pretty girl.” Tender lips find the delicate skin of my inner thigh, tasting. “You haven’t answered my question yet.”
“Be more specific, Ollie. Are you mine?” He sinks one finger inside me, achingly slow, and all thoughts leave my brain. “Yes,” I cry. “Yes, I’m yours.” “Ding, ding, ding,” he whispers. “Right answer.”
“Every inch of you. It’s all my favorite. You’re my favorite. My princess.”
