Finding Carson Lee (Oh Captan, My Captain #3)

by Lindsay Paige

  Carson stares at me for a second before his smirk appears. “I accept your apology for you being a total bitch to me.”

  “Okay.” I grab his neck and jerk him to me, kissing his lips hard.

  Carson pulls me into the room, kicking the door shut, and not letting go of me. “Wow.” He releases my lips. “You’ve had a lot to drink.”

  “Who cares? Don’t stop.” I reach for him again.

  “Are you trying to have sex with me?”

  I drop my hands. “Well, yeah.”

  “Not going to happen, sweetheart.” He laughs.

  “What? Why?”

  “You really think the first time I have sex with you is when your drunk?” Carson looks at me as if I should know the answer.

  “Um.” I’m not sure if in my alcohol induced state I know the answer to that question.

  Carson softly kisses my lips. “I want you to be aware of what I’m doing to you and not pass out on me.”

  “Are you saying that you don’t have the skills to keep me awake?” I giggle at him.

  “Oh, I can do a lot of things to keep you awake without going all the way.” He narrows his eyes at me.

  “Prove it.” I challenge him.

  Carson picks me up fireman style and carries me to the bed. His lips are on me before I can comprehend what is happening. I let go of everything and enjoy his lips. He’s on his side, and I feel his hand on my hip. I roll myself on my back, making him hover over me. I wrap my legs around his hips and smile, breaking our kiss.

  “We’re not having sex,” he growls at me, leaning down to my neck.

  I moan from his tender touch and the swirl of his tongue. I arch my back, and his fingers trace the waistband of my jeans. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to make you fuck me,” I breathe out. He laughs again and rolls off of me. I instantly curl up against his chest and close my eyes.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Carson

  Kinley passed out in seconds. Once again, she’s left me wondering what has happened. She’s like this whirlwind that comes in, turns you around so many times you lose count, and then leaves you in her wake. I really like kissing her too. It seems like she gives into me, like she lets go of everything holding her back, so I can take over.

  And now, she’s curled against me, sound asleep. I almost wish she wasn’t, so I could turn the lights off because I don’t want to get up and accidentally wake her. Looks like the lights are staying on. As I start to relax and as my eyes get heavier, I wonder how Kinley will be in the morning when she’s completely sober. How will the rest of our time here go? What’s going to happen once we go home?

  In the morning, I wake up before Kinley and find her on the other side of the bed. Luckily, I woke up before my alarm went off. After quietly changing, I slip out for a morning workout. Since our trip is winding down, there’s a lot to pack in these last few days. If I’m not mistaken, we have a couple more shoots and a commercial to do, with the latter happening today. The treadmill is my first target.

  Before long, I’ve been here an hour. When I open my door, Kinley is still sleeping. I slip into the shower, surprising myself with the fact that I’m a little concerned over the different scenarios that could unfold once she wakes up. I step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist to find her sitting up in bed. She lifts her head as I walk to the dresser. I don’t get a chance to say anything before my phone rings.

  “Hey,” I answer in my cheeriest voice. “How are you doing today?”

  “Good,” Gracie says. “Mommy said you’re all the way in Utah and really busy, but I wanted to call you.”

  “I’m never too busy for you, Gracie. What have the Looney Tunes been up to?”

  With that, she tells me step by step the details of the last episode she watched, giggling at every funny part. I avoid looking at the mirror on the wall to keep from seeing if Kinley is watching me, still not comfortable with sharing this with anyone. Once Gracie is finished, I tell her I’ll visit soon and hang up.

  “Hey, you’re awake,” I state the obvious, setting my phone back on the dresser, finally getting my clothes.

  “Ugh, fuck off.” Through the mirror, I can see her as she wipes her eyes and runs a hand through her hair, and I laugh. “I’m not a morning person five minutes after leaving my peaceful sleep. I can’t believe you’re up and showered already,” she adds. Thanks to the mirror atop the dresser and the lights still on from last night, I can see her eyes moving over the muscles in my back and lower to the towel that’s covering me up.

  “I’ve been up for over an hour, sweetheart. Already been to the gym and back.”

  “Are you always up this early?” she questions with a glance at the clock. “Why would someone call you at this time of the morning?”

  With my clothes in hand, I walk over to the chair by the door and toss them onto it before turning to face her and nodding, avoiding her last question. “I don’t need a lot of sleep to function, so I’m awake before the sun rises. It works out because that’s usually a great time to go to the gym or go for a run or something.”

  Kinley nods but something seems off as she stands and says, “I should probably go to my room now and get ready myself. Thanks for letting me sleep over.”

  “No problem.”

  She walks past me, but I reach for her elbow and pull her back so she’s flush against me. Her hands are flat on my chest, her eyes slightly widen, and her lips part. I realize what I’ve done five seconds later, like I’m operating on a delay.

  Clearing my throat, I try to speak. “Um…before you go…”

  “Yes, Carson?” she questions softly, urging me forward when I lose all thought. Yes, Carson? I don’t know what it is about those two words coming from her mouth, but it’s enough to sway my world.

  Talking isn’t what I wanted to do when I stopped her from leaving. Dipping my head, I lean down to press my lips against hers. Mmm. This is what I wanted. Her lips are soft and follow mine eagerly, a low moan spills from her as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Before she has the chance to feel me through the towel, I pull away.

  “Do you have patience?” The words tumble out, confusing us both, even though I asked.

  “What?”

  Swallowing hard, I repeat, “Are you a patient person, Kinley?”

  She grins as she backs away towards the door again. “I manage to put up with you, don’t I?”

  I laugh. “Good point.”

  Kinley watches me for a half a second before she’s out the door. Why did I ask her that? Where did that even come from? See, she’s a fucking whirlwind. Shaking my head at myself, I get dressed and ready for the busy day.

  Every time my gaze finds her, she’s looking at me with a glimpse of a smile. Today is probably the first time since we’ve been here that things are running smoothly without so many bumps. Between takes, I make my way over to Kinley where she sits behind her laptop, watching replays. Standing directly behind her, I’m close enough that the fabric of my t-shirt lightly brushes against her back.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  I lean down as if I’m getting a better look with my head next to hers and reply, “Checking to see if I’m doing a good job.” Everyone is busy getting ready for the next take and not paying any attention to us. I drag my fingers over her lower back before slipping them underneath her shirt. “Am I?”

  “You’re doing okay, Carson Lee.” She shrugs.

  “What are we doing later?”

  “Well, I had hoped that you would be doing me later, but I’ll have to be patient for that.”

  “What’s that saying? Good things come to those who wait? Maybe you won’t have to wait for too much longer.” Hell, I don’t want to wait.

  “For your information, that saying was meant for small children, not a twenty-something horny female.” Her breath catches as I trail my fingers over the fabric of her bra on her side.

  “As long as you stay sober, then we shouldn’
t have any problems later.”

  “I’m curious on how many ‘sober’ girls you’ve had in your bed. I would think drinking was a requirement.”

  I tilt my head and brush my lips over her ear. “Pretty much all of them because they don’t want to chance not remembering all the things I do to them come morning.”

  “So, should I prepare myself for the Morning-After-Carson?” Kinley briefly leans against me.

  “Most definitely. I don’t have a reputation because I’m average, you know.”

  “I have this feeling that you’re lying to me. I think once you see some of my secrets, you won’t be so quick to throw me out of bed.”

  “The only place I plan on throwing you is onto the bed, sweetheart. Why do I only get to see some of the secrets?”

  “Aw, you’ll just have to be patient.” She walks away, leaving me watching the sway of her hips.

  ~

  Cassie ended up dragging Kinley out for a night on the town, not coming back until late, so she had to wait some more. The next night, she swore up and down that she didn’t have time because she had to get some work stuff together for her boss. There is no way to distract Kinley when she’s in pure work mode. Trust me, I tried. Our flirting keeps going with secret moments when no one is paying attention.

  Today wrapped up the campaign. We have one more day here in Utah before we’re going back home. I’m standing outside Kinley’s door and this is the day. My four knocks are quick. It takes forever for the door open, but once it does, I step forward and pull Kinley against me, pressing my lips to hers.

  I’ve got her off guard, but in three seconds, she wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me with the same fierceness as I’m kissing her.

  “Tonight, Kinley,” I murmur between breaths.

  She hums her agreement when I slide my hands under her shirt, tugging her closer. A loud “Ahem!” halts things immediately. I pull away to see that we’re not alone. Cassie is sitting on the edge of Kinley’s bed. One thing is for sure, I don’t have any more patience. Kinley glances at Cassie before looking back at me. I haven’t even remotely released my hold on her. I could say something, but if Kinley wants this, then she’s going to have to be the one to speak.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Kinley

  Carson is still holding me, and even I forgot that Cassie is still in the room.

  “I’ll guess I’ll leave you two alone.” She winks as she walks around us both and leaves.

  “Well, Cassie knows,” Carson teases and leans in to kiss me again.

  “Wait one second.” I untangle myself from his arms and start cleaning off the bed. I know that I should have been a little bit more prepared for this but there’s so much to do before we leave.

  “You’re telling me to wait, and I’ve hardly seen you the past couple of days.”

  I look over at him, cocking an eyebrow. “I do believe you told me to be patient. Does it suck having a taste of your own medicine?”

  He rolls his eyes, and I giggle picking up the folders. I pretend to shuffle through them trying to hold back my laughter because I know that it’s killing Carson.

  “Sweetheart, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll bend you over that desk.”

  I turn, keeping a small smile on my face. “And who said I wouldn’t like that?”

  I see the fire in his eyes as he takes two quick steps to me. Instantly, he kisses me and moans at our connection.

  “I want you in the bed,” he whispers against my lips. “This time.”

  Carson rips open my shirt, causing the buttons to fly every which way, and I feel my heart beat faster. I tug on his shirt, pulling it over his head. I had seen him without a shirt numerous times, but as I lightly trace my finger down his chest, I’m turned on with each bump and ripple I feel.

  “I’m not going to last if you keep looking at me like that,” he moans as I reach the top of his jeans.

  “You average twenty-two minutes on the ice for a game, so I’m pretty sure you’re going to do just fine right now.” I unbuckle his belt and unleash the bulge in his pants.

  I’ve felt him rub up against me, and I know that he’s large. However, my mouth goes a little dry when I grip him. He’s much bigger than I had thought. Guys I had been with before were average size. Carson is anything but that.

  He lays his head in the crook of my neck and breathes heavier as I stroke him slowly. He yanks at my bra, freeing me. He bites down on my nipple, causing me to hiss through my teeth with pleasure and a little bit of pain.

  “I thought you wanted me on the bed,” I pant out to him.

  “You will be in one second.” Carson switches sides to the other breast, repeating the same action. I can’t concentrate on his words because I’m in a deep sexual haze with his mouth on my breasts.

  I close my eyes. I feel myself being lifted and placed onto the bed. When I open my eyes, Carson is kicking off his jeans and boxers. Seeing him fully naked in front of me almost makes me pass out. I have been turned on by men’s bodies before, but not in such a way that I practically had an orgasm right at that moment.

  He uses his pointer finger to beckon me over and I rise up on my knees, making my way over to him. He removes my shirt, unhooks my bra, and tosses the articles of clothing away from us. I bite my lip staring into at the determination on his face when he unsnaps my jeans. The sound of the zipper being pulled down causes me to stop breathing. My body shivers when he tells me to lie back down, and he removes the last two pieces of clothing on my body.

  Now, I’m on the bed, naked in front of Carson Lee.

  “Fuck, I love your curves.” He kisses my stomach, and then both my hips. His dark brown eyes drink me in. He pulls on my thighs, opening me up more for him. He lays feather light touches from his lips on the inside of my thighs as I feel two fingers slip inside me.

  I can’t stop the pleasurable sound that leaves my lips from his contact. My body begins to rock, and every part of me wants to feel his tongue inside of me. As if he’s a mind reader, I feel the first swipe, and I latch my hands onto either side of his head, holding tightly to dark brown hair. Carson wraps his arms around my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth. My hips rock against his biting, sucking, and licking maneuvers.

  The tension in the pit of my soul builds up and ready for its release as Carson’s fingers dig deeper into my skin. I don’t care if I have bruises in the morning because all I care about is Carson and his tongue. I keep panting his name over and over as he continues his assault on me. I pull on his hair as my body lets go of everything I’m holding in and yell out his name.

  He let’s go of me and kisses my skin, all the way back up to my mouth. My lips tingle from his soft kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue. Typically, I would be grossed out, but right now I wanted to ride him like a rocket ship to the moon. Carson rolls off of me and grabs his jeans, pulling out a condom. I watch him swiftly put it on and hover back over me.

  “I haven’t even shown you one secret yet.” I pout my lips at him.

  “We’ll save it for the next time. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

  Before I can utter a word, Carson drives himself into me, and I yell out. It’s a mixture of lust and pain. My body wants him, but wasn’t prepared for the penetration. He pulls out and slams right back in, waking up my tender core again. Never have I felt back-to-back pleasure like this, but already I’m ready for more of Carson.

  He says my name several times, while I pant his. I lock my legs around his waist, pulling him closer me. I arch my back, letting go again. Carson’s movement tells me he’s close too. The joint release causes the room to echo with our collective pants and sighs of relief. I quickly think two things when Carson relaxes against me: there’s sex with guys, and then there’s sex with Carson Lee.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Carson

  Being home means finally seeing the work that Elliott did for me. It’s good to be back, that’s for sure. I toss my keys onto the table and set my
bags down by the door. I’ll unpack later. Walking through the house, I’m thankful I had someone come by to tidy up before I arrived. My eyes inspect the work that Elliott completed. Kinley was right. He’s good at what he does.

  I take a moment to call him and give a virtual pat on the back for a job well done. One of the rooms will definitely come in handy for future parties. With that done, I go to my room and fall into my bed. Between the early plane ride and the time difference, I’m tired. I grab my phone before I take my nap and text Kinley.

  Me: Don’t forget about the dinner I won.

  She’s off visiting her parents, so I don’t expect a reply anytime soon. My eyes close for a nap. Five minutes pass and the weirdest thing happens. I can’t sleep. It’s too quiet, yet at the same time, I can hear every little creak, bump, and any other odd noises the house makes. I swear I can even hear the ice falling into the ice container in the fridge.

  Thankfully, my phone rings.

  “Hey, Mike. Let me guess, you’re calling to congratulate me on doing exactly what you wanted?”

  Mike laughs. “I’m not congratulating you on anything, though I did get a good report.”

  “A good report? What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I called Ms. Wright to find out if I needed to kick your ass or not. She said you were almost pleasant.”

  Almost pleasant? She said I was almost pleasant? What kind of word is pleasant anyway? She sure made out that I was more than fucking spectacular the other night, but she said I was almost pleasant?!

  “Nice to know. I gotta go.” I hang up and speed dial Kinley. When she answers, I quickly get straight to the point. “What the hell does ‘almost pleasant’ mean, sweetheart?”

  “Um, what are you talking about?” Could she have actually forgotten the pairing of those two words? Doubt it.

  “You told Mike I was ‘almost pleasant,’” I remind her. “What does that mean?”

  “It means that those two words are a nice way of saying you’re a pain in my ass.”