by Pamela Ann
Yep, the man had a problem with his temper.
I didn’t want to push his buttons further to see how far he’d take that temper of his.
“I can usually tell if a man is emotionally unavailable by my instant attraction to them.”
- Author Unknown
2
After another forty –five minutes, I decided it was time to leave. I gathered my belongings and headed out to see Carter.
Carter bought a four bedroom villa that overlooks the beach. His friends, Brody and Cooper, rented rooms from him. It was quite close to Main Street, where all the action happens–located on the strip were bars, clubs, restaurants, and all types of stores.
I parked my car just outside his house, killed the engine and took a deep breath.
“Showtime,” I muttered under my breath as I opened my car door.
The guys never lock the main door. I’ve asked several times as to why that was but they all shrugged me off. These boys were reckless and they always wondered why some of their things always go missing? Like cell phones, laptops, ipods and whatever paraphernalia there was known to man. These guys grew up in Montecito after all. Money wasn’t really a big thing to them.
Even though my parents were both doctors and we didn’t lack of money, they never failed to instill the value of it. They taught me how to be responsible and how to spend my money wisely.
The guys never locked the main door so I turned the doorknob and pushed the white heavy door opened. The house was actually quiet for the first time since I’ve known the trio. They usually had a crowd of people lounging and hanging around.
Where was everyone?
“Good of you to finally show up!” Carter announced atop of the landing, only wearing a pair of cargo shorts. His tanned, sculpted torso and abs were out on display. His dark hair still had droplets of water in it like he just came out of the shower.
I salivated like a bitch in heat.
Fuck, this is not going as planned!
“I’m five minutes early. What more do you want?” I asked, in a mere whisper. The emptiness of the house made my whisper quite loud.
He slowly took his time coming down the stairs, using his usual lazy, care-free swag as he walked towards me. It sucked! The man didn’t even try to look hot. He just is. Like air equals breathing, water equals drinking. Carter Mason equals SEXY-ing. It’s ridiculous and quite absurd. I hated him even more that he held this kind of power over me. Clearly, I am more than mystified on how I let this happen.
His lazy saunter ended him in front of me. All in his almost bare naked glory. He stood a foot away as he studied me quietly. “What more do I want, Emma?” Parroting my question back, “I want you to be honest.”
He wants honesty? Right, then I’ll give it to him…somewhat.
“I don’t think I can do this with you anymore.” I managed to whisper and found his gaze penetrating, never leaving me.
“Why? What’s changed? You were more than fine the last time we were together. If I correctly recall, you were more than fine. You were insatiable and didn’t want me to leave your side. You even followed me in the shower, what was that you said? Oh right, because you missed me. So, from that type of adoration to ‘I don’t think I can do this anymore,’ tell me, what’s changed?”
My brows furrowed.
Fuck! Damn it, was I really that pathetic the last time we were together? That’s sickening.
What do I tell him? I’m panicked and I can’t conjure any reason at the moment other than the real truth–and I’m not a raving idiot–I’m not going to confess my undying love and humiliate myself.
“It’s just not working out, Carter.” God, that’s the best I could do? I really suck at this.
He moved a little closer. “That’s not really telling me much, Em. Do you just expect me to let you go?” He snapped his fingers, “Just like that?”
Well, yeah, “Sort of,” I uttered.
I gasped as he moved closer. His masculine scent hit me ten-fold. Fuck, my body is shaking and my senses are taking over.
This is so bad, stop it. I scolded by lascivious body.
“That’s where you’re wrong. This body…” The back of his forefinger grazed the tell-tale outline of my erect nipples, “…responds to me. You may not notice the changes, but when you entered my home, these weren’t visible.” He pinched my nipple and I gasped at his crass boldness. “But the second I stood before you…your body betrayed you…it acknowledges the kind of power I have over you.”
So my nipples, have what…a Carter detector? I groaned.
He moved on me, his hand immediately went under my short denim skirt. His rough hand caressed the inside of my thighs as I stared at him wide-eyed. ”Carter…” I hesitated, bewildered knowing full well where this was going.
“Let’s stick to what we’re good at Emma and that’s indulging each other’s needs, hmmm?” His wet, hot tongue ran along from the back of my ear to the base of my neck. Fuck! My entire body shivered and broke out with goose bumps. Without time for me to process what was happening, he squatted down and parted my legs. His expert finger pushed my thong aside and his tongue found my wet folds.
Panting, ”Carter…someone might come back! We can’t do this out here for everyone to see!” I tried to be the voice of reason but hell…my betraying body was loving the feel of him. Just being with Carter like this again.
Love totally sucks. Not only does it make you feel powerless, but it makes you stupid too.
Carter’s tongue was heated and rushed; then his finger found my hot entrance and toyed with it. Damn it, his gifted tongue was like a whirlpool, full of ferocious intensity and most definitely sucks you in. He has the capability to pull me in to its dark depths, free-falling and no life raft to hang on to.
My fingers found his dark hair and grabbed on to it while I moaned and writhed in his artful ministrations.
He hooked my left leg and placed on his shoulder, making things even more frenzied and incoherent for me. At this point, I could care less if his friends walked in on us like this. I was past modesty and restraint. My body was tightening and my insides started to curl from the brewing force of my orgasm. I was only a mere second away from convulsing when he stopped.
God dang it! What now?!
Carter unbuttoned his cargo pants and stood in the foyer butt naked. My beautiful Adonis, I thought as my eyes devoured the creature before me. His throbbing cock was gleaming against the sun rays that flittered through the windows. I licked my lips when I gazed at his sheer tanned masculine beauty. The energy between us was charged, aroused with pure and potent sexual ardor.
It’s always like this with him, with us.
It was just sex and more sex, and nothing in between. No talks about tomorrow. No hearts and butterflies, just as he promised.
My eyes looked deep into his…I love you, I thought.
He didn’t even bother with kissing or words. Since my legs were partially parted already, he jammed his cock inside me without haste. Damn, my body exulted at the very feel of him. Carter’s passionate fucking bordered on fervid senseless mating. He has a way of setting me ablaze, burning up with heat and need for him.
And him alone.
I hooked my leg up on his thigh as he pummeled deeper inside me. His hands gripped my hips as he hammered me into oblivion. I gripped his shoulder when he lifted me off the floor and roughly pushed me against the wall as if I weighed nothing. With each powerful hard thrust of his hips, my mind shattered into euphoric ecstasy.
“Caaaarteeeer!” I screamed, over and over again. My screams vibrated throughout the house—maybe even the entire neighborhood, but I didn’t care. What mattered was the hard pounding I was getting.
I panted as my orgasm convulsed around my body, tightening around his thick cock. My vaginal walls tightened at the very length of his manhood, driving him even further with a rapid need of completion, his release. His climax was a heavenly act in itself. The feel of his rigid body, the m
oment he screamed my name when he unloaded his seed inside me. He grunted and grumbled something incoherent. My mind was blank as he pulsated inside me. With another final push of his cock, he lowered me back onto the marbled floor.
With his head buried deeply in my neck, listening to the heaviness of his breathing, I fought the urge to cry–from loving him so much and wanting something I would never have.
Doom and gloom.
I tried to move but he wouldn’t let me.
Both of his hands were securely planted against my fuzzy head, his cock impaling me from moving. My blue eyes searched his darkened depths but I couldn’t read them.
“There will be no talks of you leaving me, Em. The only way this ends is when I say it ends. You got that?” Bossy. Domineering. And I wanted to just punch him.
I got that, loud and clear mister.
It’s pretty clear that this relationship I had with him altered the moment I fell in love with the jackass and I couldn’t keep hurting anymore.
“Lewis and I are thinking of getting back together.” I blurted out a technical lie. Truth, Lewis wanted to try again but I never wanted to. But at this point, I’d do and say anything to get away from this insensitive man.
“I beg your pardon?” He uttered in his most deadly tone. He moved closer and I held back myself from moaning.
I didn’t care anymore if I made him angry.
I’m past caring. “You heard me. Don’t make me say it again.”
“Was this your goodbye fuck then?” He nudged his hips forward, making me unconsciously moan. His cock was semi-hard after our session, but now I could feel it growing rapidly to its full length and girth.
OH. MY.
“You’re the one who started it, but sure—if you want to call it that. You can un-sheath yourself from me now.” I ordered but his wicked eyes twinkled.
“Oh no, my luminous beauty, I have yet to satiate myself before I can un-sheath myself.” He smiled as he unceremoniously picked me up and carried me up the flight of stairs and into the master bedroom.
Stupid me, I hadn’t voiced a word because his dangerous demeanor excited the hell out of me. I’m hopeless, aren’t I?
After two hours of long arduous lovemaking, he finally relented.
And what two hours they were. Carter licked, kissed, and fucked me to make a point. He was harsh and tender at the same time—his dark eyes never left me. Whatever was going through that beautiful head of his, I would never know.
We lied naked against the sheets and we both stared blankly at the ceiling. He didn’t even bother holding me like he usually does after sex. It was break-up sex, I knew, but it still hurt the same. His distance hurt me. It was just sex to him—nothing more. I guess a small part of me hoped he’d beg me not to end this and show me some kind of emotion.
My legs were still slightly parted and they were vibrating and quivering after the longstanding feeling of being stretched and used to their capacity for the past couple of hours.
Carter sat up and planted his soles on the floor. His rippled back looked so enticing and I wanted to badly wrap my arms around his neck and trail kisses along his spine.
Not once did he kiss me today, it’s not really his thing, but he obliged me a few kisses here and there.
I sighed with sadness. The heaviness on my chest never left me the entire time I was with him.
He suddenly stood up and headed to the bathroom but he stopped mid stride. Without looking at me, he spoke. “You can gather your things and go now, Em. Thanks for the great sex. I’ll see you around.” His voice was curt, deadpan, uncaring.
Thanks for the great sex? Mother Fucker! The nerve! Why couldn’t he just say, ‘I’ll see you around’? Cold but I’d rather take that than thanking me for great sex. Fuck, I feel like a cheap tart.
I couldn’t even muster a good comeback because I was beyond hurt and in utter shock. I mean, I knew he was an insensitive prick, but I hoped to have a civilized parting.
Stupid, stupid asshat!
My tears were threatening to come out hardcore but I gathered all my might and courage to stop them from spilling. The stupid prick didn’t deserve my tears. Even one tear would be too much to bestow upon the horrid rat!
I shot out of bed and immediately searched for my discarded clothing. “FUCK!!! Where the hell is my underwear?” I screeched as I scampered around hunting down my puny thong.
Ugh, the damning tiny piece was on the foot of the bed, ripped apart to shreds. Huh, I didn’t even remember him ripping it, I thought annoyingly.
I’d die if he comes out of the shower and he finds me still waiting here, pondering about him/us like a good little rabbit. Not a chance in hell!
I haughtily left his house and slammed the door so hard I was surprised it didn’t come off its hinges.
With my gloom and doom demeanor, I drove back to the dorms.
UCSB was not only known for their good programs but is also notoriously known across the nation as a top party school. Oh yeah, I planned to hit the party circuit hardcore, but not tonight.
Tonight, I planned to lick my wounds, recharge, and shuffle the riotous order that is racking my brain.
I dumped him, didn’t I? Then, why did it feel like he was the one who dumped me? Damn him! That farewell parting sealed it for him. I guess, you could say, he won. Carter was insufferable.
News of my break-up with Carter will be spread like a bad wildfire on a hot summer in California.
The women will rejoice once more. Their famed stud was back on the market.
I’ll have to mentally prepare myself of what that entailed for me. I’ll have to watch him find his new fuck buddy amongst the onslaught of awaiting women who wanted a piece of our school’s hottest athlete.
Carter Mason was now single and ever so ready to mingle.
Will my heart be able to bear it when he finds someone new?
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
- William Shakespeare
3
“Rise and shine princess!” Lindsey pulled the down comforter off of me.
I groaned.
Not today, Lindsey! I can’t bear to face the world. Let me just wallow for a few more days, I silently begged my friend.
“Leave me alone, Linds!” I turned the other way, curling up with my favorite down pillow.
“Suit yourself.” I heard a thud on my side table.
The smell of coffee hit my sleepy senses. Oh, darn it. She knows me well enough that I can’t resist my morning cup of joe.
Evil, evil woman.
Lindsey sat on the side of my bed and squeezed my arm. “The news is out babe. You’re officially axed! Now we should get you in good condition to come party tonight, bueno?”
I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Her words sunk in and my guts started to churn.
Carter and I are no more.
Finito.
Kaput.
Dead.
I guess I should be thankful that I got out of that relationship in one piece? But it didn’t feel like it.
“What time is it?” I sat up and greedily grabbed the hot coffee. My palms cradled it as I took a cautious sip.
I smiled when saw Lindsey was wearing her usual house garb, a skimpy thong and a long fitted cami.
I only met Carter a few months back because I was weary about going out to party and be merry again. I suppose you could say I was a bit depressed. There’s always a time in a woman’s life where the depression phase hit you full-on without much indication. I got out of that dark phase when I met Carter. But since he and I are done, I don’t plan reverting back to old ways, I hoped. But I will fight that demon before it captures me again unarmed.
“It’s almost noon. The girls plan to head out later tonight and party in Hollywood. I already booked us a suite at Chateau Marmont for our little getaway.” She winked with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.
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��You’re on lady!” I tried to sound excited.
Just because Carter Mason and I are done, I am not going to let him cause me to fall into the darkness again. Maybe going out of town would the best solution.
“Good, cause I’m not letting you mope around here while my stupid brother runs around town looking all chummy and unaffected,” Lindsey muttered and left my room.
I bet he was. I thought angrily. Carter wouldn’t be a known notorious playboy if he wasn’t an insensitive jerk.
With a heavy heart, I got up and headed to the bathroom to shower. I wasn’t going to let him see me hurt. I’m going to try and live my life like he didn’t matter.
It will be hard, but I will do it.
The old soppy and nostalgic Emma be gone. That Emma ended last night.
It was Saturday and I decided to treat myself to a mani/pedi at the nearest spa. If we were hitting the joints of Hollywood tonight, I can’t look raggedy and have that ‘I’m broken look’ hanging around me. Carter certainly doesn’t deserve that. Even though my heart made a huge mistake falling for a man like Carter Mason, I certainly would not allow my pride to me trampled over with by him. At least in that, I get to have a choice.
Carter’s not the only man on this planet and I’m quite positive I will get over him. Life is about stages and phases. I wasn’t going to dwell on my mistakes. Don’t we have to kiss tons of frogs before we end up with the prince?
By six, I was ready to go. I was wearing a black, short frilly skirt on and matched it with a red skintight halter top. I finished my ensemble with my favorite Louboutin lace booties. There was nothing much I could with my short blonde hair so I left it alone. For my make-up, I went for the smoky eyes look and swiped a soft pink lipstick and gloss on.
My pinky touched the side of my lip that had a little smudge of color. Eyeing myself from side to side, “I suppose this would do,” I mumbled.
