Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  “Thank the fucking gods! ‘Cause if you didn’t, I wasn’t going to let you leave the cabin until you told me that you did.” I laughed at his statement as he kissed me passionately.

  I moaned as his mouth ambushed my senses. His hand possessively captured the side of my cheek as he voraciously fed his appetite with hot lingering kisses. With his hard body on top of mine, his hand reached inside of my sweater, pushing my bra aside. He caressed my breast and pinched my nipple.

  I groaned as he whispered my name, “Emma… I love how you come apart in my arms.”

  Carter didn’t give me much time to think as he took my leggings off. The chilly night didn’t hinder our urgent need to be together; the need to feel each other, the need to become one. My thong was flung in the air next as I looked at the man who consumed me. I watched as he took his shorts off with no shyness or inhibition. His gorgeous, muscled body was illuminated in the moonlight as his gaze burned with fire; they were full of ardent passion, heady lust and savage desire.

  His dark eyes obliterated me and he was all I could see, feel and need. Without another word, he annihilated my lips as he parted my legs and harshly plunged inside me with one hard thrust. I gasped as his huge cock filled me, hot and demanding.

  “You’re worth the wait, Emma,” I heard Carter say as my body craved and savored every heated, hard thrust he gave.

  “Give me more, Carter. Give it to me harder.”

  With haste, his left hand cupped my ass cheek, lifting and pressing it against him, making it easier for him to go deeper, stretching and filling me to capacity. I reached for his ass to keep it in place, to continue to shove it deeper inside me. “Your nice little pussy is fucking heaven, baby.”

  We panted and mated like we were dying and couldn’t live without each other. He held my hips with his strong arms, his manhood still jammed inside me as he shifted us to a sitting position with me on top. With my feet planted on the lush, cool ground on the sides of his hips, I linked my arms around his neck, kissing him as I rode him hard with urgency and greed.

  “Take everything that you want from me, baby. Ride me harder—give me your all. Give me that nice, juicy pussy, again and again. I want it to eat my cock whole. Ride me harder, baby.” Carter groaned as I clutched his shoulders harder and took him as he commanded me to.

  “Carter!” I choked out as spasms hit me in waves.

  His lips sought my neck and bit into it as my orgasm shattered me into pieces. I moaned as he took charge of my hips and lifted me up and down, sliding in and out of me as he prepared for his own release.

  “FUCK, BABY! You’re the best fuck!” he grunted out as he came inside me.

  Limp and distractedly happy, I laughed as he tried to kiss me. “I love you, Emma.”

  “This is crazy. I can’t believe we did this out here.”

  “Sorry, I couldn’t control myself. I was dying and needed to have you as soon as possible. There’s no one else but you, Emma.” He looked soulful as he stroked my flushed cheek. “Thank you for giving me this chance again, Em. I will make you very happy.” I smiled as I kissed him.

  I hoped he would keep his promise because I didn’t know if I could stand it if he hurt me again, but that’s what love was, right? We had to take a risk or we’d never know what love truly meant.

  “You’re still on the pill right?”

  I raised my brow in question. “Yeah, why?”

  Carter smiled and gave my lips a searing kiss. “Tonight’s going to be a long night. I’m going to make love to you over and over again until the sun comes up.”

  “A stud’s promise?” I cheekily asked as he gave me a wink and gathered me up.

  “It’s only the beginning, you’ll see,” he said as we got dressed and then strolled back to the cabin to join the crowd.

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  “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”

  ~Kahlil Gibran

  Chapter One Hundred Nine

  “There you guys are!” Amanda announced in front of everyone. “Where have you been Carter? I’ve been looking all over for you.” She pouted as she traced the outline of Carter’s neckline.

  “Are you blind, Amanda?” I asked the blatant flirt after I smacked her hand away from touching Carter.

  “Hello? Of course not. I can’t be this hot and be blind, duh? Why do you like this boring, so-so, plain woman, Carter? She’s just plain, like vanilla. Uh, who likes vanilla, anyway? No one!” The bitch smirked at me.

  I wanted to wipe that smirk off her smug face.

  “Yeah, I am boring compared to you, so what? Carter wants the vanilla me and not your flavorful swirls. Get over it.”

  Something flashed in Amanda’s eyes. She was in full catty mode. “He likes my swirls. Trust me–Carter Mason loves swirls.” Amanda looked at Carter through her lashes as she stuck her tongue out and traced her lips.

  “That’s enough from you, Amanda. Emma and I are back together now and I’m not interested. Stop following me around and find someone else to sink your claws into.”

  Amanda huffed and spoke before she walked off, “You’re going to miss me, Carter. I can’t wait ‘til you come knocking on my door.”

  I tensed. Reality check, here it is.

  “Let’s go back to our room,” Carter suggested and I didn’t even nod or respond to him because my mind was still focused on what Amanda just spewed; swirls, blowjobs. That meant she had sucked him off. I knew I shouldn’t be really mad since we were broken up, or at least I hoped we had been when the incident happened with Amanda. Still, I had to see her around. A lot.

  Once inside the confines of our bedroom, Carter strolled towards the bay windows and looked out at the glittery lake As he spoke, “She gave me head, once. Well, I guess half a head since I didn’t let her finish. It was that same night you went off on a date with Bass Cole, when I caught you guys at the apartment.”

  Shit cakes. Yeah, same night I begged for Bass to kiss me—the same night that I wanted Bass to touch me.

  “Did you do anything else with her? Or with anyone else, for that matter?”

  Carter shook his head. “No, I wanted to. I mean, I tried to, but I couldn’t get you out of my head, Em.”

  I smiled. “Good to know.”

  I walked towards the bed and sat down. Carter came over and joined me, looking serious. “Did you have sex with Bass? Did you kiss him?”

  Did I have sex with Bass? Definitely not, although, I wanted to.

  Did I kiss those perfect lips of his? No, although, I wanted to, oh so badly.

  “No, we didn’t go that far. He kissed my neck though, if you must know.”

  Carter pulled me onto his lap and kissed me. “Are you telling me the truth? You really didn’t have sex with him? ’Cause everyone was saying you did and that magazine insinuated you did.”

  They did, didn’t they? Well, they got my thoughts correct, but not what really happened.

  “No, nothing happened. We just hung out and talked a lot. Bass is a great guy. He was respectful and treated me with the utmost care.”

  And boy did he. Bass. I was really going to miss him. My heart constricted at the thought of not being around him. I liked Bass a lot, but there was always going to be a big BUT when it came to him.

  “Good, because if he hadn’t, I would have just loved to knock that arrogant son of a bitch out.”

  “Oh, shut up, Carter! You’re not punching anyone.”

  “Don’t you doubt it because I will hurt anyone that tries to hurt you, Emma.”

  I took a moment to think about what he said. When I looked up, I found his eyes on me. “There’s only one thing I ask of you... don’t hurt me, Carter.”

  He kissed my lips and smiled. “Not going to happen. Why don’t we go downstairs and join the rest of our friends? We’re leaving tomorrow after all.”

  I shook my head. I was emotionally drained and tired from all the alcohol I consumed. I also
didn’t want another encounter with Amanda. “You go right ahead. I want to shower and catch up on some reading.” Reading the movie script; something that I wasn’t ready to share with him. I would tell him eventually, but not tonight. I just didn’t know how he’d react to it.

  “You’re sure? I can stay with you, if you want.”

  I pinched his cheek. “I am sure. Soccer just ended and you guys had a tremendous season. You need to party with your team.”

  Was I a jealous woman? Hell, yes, but I was a reasonable one, too. I knew what this weekend meant to him and his teammates and I wasn’t going to come in between that. I just hoped that he would be just as noble when I told him about the movie I would be doing with Bass. Didn’t they say in every relationship one should learn how to give and take? Well, here it was. This was me giving.

  “You’re the best, Em! I’ll be back in a couple hours.” He stood up and pulled my phone out of his pocket. “Here. I don’t need to hold your phone hostage to get your attention. I love you.” He then kissed me and headed towards the door.

  I called out to him before he managed to grab the door handle, “You better be on your best behavior, Carter Mason, because the minute you touch another woman, you’ll be dead to me.”

  “Never, my love.” Carter blew me a kiss and swiftly closed the door behind him.

  Sighing, I plopped down on the bed. My phone weighed heavily in my hand.

  I glanced at it like I had never seen a cell phone in my life. Curious, I unlocked it. Sure enough, the battery was low. I had two missed calls from my mom and seven missed calls from Bass. When I opened my messages, Mom sent me one and Bass sent me five.

  Mom: Honey, we haven’t heard from you in a while. I called because I wanted to tell you Aunt Gemma and little Joey are here and we’d love it if you could come by. Please call us. We miss you!

  Scrolling towards the first message Bass sent me, I quickly opened it. It was his reply to my last text message.

  Bass Cole: I know that my life is my own, but if you did ask it of me, then I would be more than happy. I’m leaving for Canada soon and I can’t help thinking about you and what happens next. I know it’s too early for you to even think about being in another relationship, but that’s what I want with you… I just want you to know... need you to know that I’m serious about us. When you’re ready, I want to be with you, Emma.

  Oh, Lordy. Ugh! Now I was totally confused! That, of course, didn’t stop me from reading the rest of his texts.

  Bass Cole: Was that too much at one time? I’ve waited for your response for over an hour now. Emma?

  I didn’t have my phone, but even if I did, would I have replied to that heavy loaded text message? Maybe…

  Bass Cole: Sorry, Em. I guess that was the wrong thing for me to say. It was inconsiderate even. I merely wanted assurance that you somehow… somewhat… feel the same.

  How spot on because I did feel a connection. I had never been in tune with any guy until Bass came along.

  Bass Cole: Emma? I suppose your silence is answer enough. That’s all right. I’m not angry, so don’t worry. I won’t mention it again.

  The message was sent this morning. Did I want to call him and apologize? Explain how Carter took my phone? If I did, was I ready to answer Bass’s questions? Or better yet, was I ready to tell him about Carter?

  Bass Cole: Martin called your phone, but it went straight to voicemail. I’m just letting you know that he made a reservation for six-thirty Monday night at Melisse.

  Business manner, cut straight to the point with no hi or hello. What did I really expect after not replying to any of the text messages he sent?

  Me: Thank you. Tell Martin I will be there.

  I stared at my phone for a good twenty minutes, waiting for his reply, but it didn’t come.

  Exhausted, emotionally and physically, I dragged my body towards the bathroom to shower. When I was done, I checked my phone again, but there was still no response.

  I should have felt like I was floating on cloud nine because Carter and I were back together, but I wasn’t. My heart weighed heavily in my chest.

  Carter woke me up when he noisily came back to the room, drunk as hell. He stripped to his naked glory and slid into bed. Pulling me close to him, he whispered, half asleep, “I love you.”

  I blinked a few times, feeling a little guilty that my thoughts had been consumed by Bass the entire time he was downstairs.

  Depleted, I willed myself to go back to sleep and tried to erase the image of Bass Cole’s hypnotizing blue eyes from my mind. I tried, but didn’t succeed. They were haunting me.

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  “Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate.”

  ~David Pratt

  Chapter One Hundred Ten

  It was Monday afternoon and I was on my way to meet up with Trista and Lindsey at the café. When they learned I was back with Carter, they didn’t look too happy. I guess it would take time for them to get over Bass Cole, too. They all adored him.

  They were both already seated with their drinks when I finally walked in. I sat at the table and saw that they had already ordered my coffee. “You guys are the best!”

  “We know!”

  Sipping the still hot coffee, I savored the first taste of my caffeine fix for the day. I ran late to school again because Carter wouldn’t let me out of the damn bed.

  “Things are great between you and Carter?” Trista asked cautiously.

  “Yeah, they are. Why?”

  “Are you going to tell Bass?” Lindsey pressed on.

  “Yes, I actually plan to… tonight.” Trista and Lindsey both just sighed.

  Okay... “What? Just spit it out.”

  Lindsey spoke first, “We get that you just got back with my brother, but are you sure you want to let go of Bass? I mean, Emma, ding dong. You like Bass! Why don’t you sit tight for a second and really think it through before you give him the axe? Bass really likes you and, to be honest, I think he deserves you way more than my brother.”

  Ding dong? I had thought it through, hadn’t I?

  “Lindsey has a point, doll. I know my love life is hopeless at this point, but yours… you could still salvage it, you know?”

  “I have thought it through, so please stop.” Lies. The only thought that had been occupying my mind were those spellbinding azure eyes. I turned to Trista. “You’re not going to keep this affair going, are you? Not only are you hurting yourself, but your cousin, too.”

  Trista instantly looked sad all of a sudden. “I know, but have you ever felt that strong pull towards someone without explanation? Like having them around makes you feel complete? I read about this twin souls crap online. They’re soul mates, but so much more. When you meet your twin soul, you feel an intense love for them, but conclude that it’s just lust. It said that you could try to move on, but it would be impossible. No matter how hard you try to fight your feelings, you would always be a part of them.”

  “That being said, I felt that intense, powerful love when I met Harry. I tried to forget about him and as soon as I thought I had, we would run into each other and all those intense feelings would come rushing back. For two years we fought this magnetic pull towards each other. It was difficult—it physically hurt to be apart from him. One night, when everyone decided to go to bed early during a family get together, it happened—we happened. Harry says he wants to leave my cousin, Becka, but I told him not to. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet and I’m not too sure if I’m ready for my entire family to disown me.”What. A. Conundrum.

  I supposed no matter how much you twisted it around, someone was going to end up hurt. However, in this case, Trista was hurting her family. She was not just hurting a person, but she was hurting people; people that were dear to her. I felt sorry for her. I’d hate to be in her shoes.

  “I hope Harry is worth it, Tris. I’ll skin him alive if he’s playing you for a fool,” Lin
dsey finally spoke up.

  “Make sure he’s worth it because if he isn’t, maybe it’s time to move on,” I added as I looked at her saddened face.

  I turned to Lindsey. “How’s Amber doing?”

  After her hermit-like hiding in Lake Tahoe, I spoke to her briefly before we all rode back to school yesterday morning. She said she was tired and that she didn’t feel like talking. I gave her a quick hug and let her be.

  “She dropped out today and left for New York to be with her grandmother. She didn’t even say goodbye in person. All I got was a freaking text message.” Trista looked even more upset now. Lindsey and I confirmed that we got the same message.

  “Will her grandmother help her?” Amber needed to heal and deal with her drug habit.

  “I’m keeping my fingers crossed. I really hope so because I don’t know what I’d do if she overdoses. She’s stubborn and doesn’t like to be told what to do. It’s hard to help someone when they don’t want to help themselves.”

  I was going to ask Lindsey about the men in her life when I got interrupted.

  “Here you are!” Carter surprised me as he gave me a big smacking kiss on the lips. “Hey, Tris and baby sis.”

  “Hey, yourself. What are you doing here? I thought you had class?” I asked as he sat on my retro chic armrest.

  “I do and I’m about to head out soon. I just wanted to drop by and say hi. How about I take you ladies out tonight for dinner?”

  All three of us exchanged glances. They knew I was going to see Bass tonight, so they remained mum.

  “Baby, about that… I’m actually going to go meet Bass tonight. This was planned a week ago.” Sort of…

  Carter immediately tensed. “Do you really need to go see him? I don’t think it’s necessary, Em. He can go fuck himself.”

  “Ugh, you’re such a tool, Carter. You didn’t like it when Emma was making your life a living hell, right? So back off! You just got her back; don’t make her change her mind now.” Catty, weren’t we? Lindsey didn’t want me back with Carter—that was obvious. I knew she loved him, but I wasn’t sure why she didn’t want us together.