Torn Series: A Bundle Set 1 - 10

by Pamela Ann

  Carter groaned. “So, you’re back with him? You wanted me to drop by today because you’re breaking it off? I can’t believe this!”

  “I’m not with Bass. Last night was a one-time thing. I don’t think I will be hearing from him again.” Not for a while, I think. He’ll be too busy filming a movie during the day and having a beautiful stunning angel in his arms at night.

  Carter lied across my bed, both hands on his face. “Carter, I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I meant it when I said I loved you. It’s just that, I’m as confused as ever. I didn’t mean for us to end this way. I honestly didn’t.” I did love Carter, I still did, but was it as consuming as before? No, Bass chipped a bit of that off.

  Carter huffed out a lungful of air and sat up, looking me directly in the eye. “I don’t want to break up with you, Em. I hate what you did, but I don’t think I can survive without you again. I had a taste of that and I sure as hell don’t want you to go back to that man. Take as much time as you need to figure things out in your head, I’ll still want to be with you. I love you and as badly as I want to think that you’re perfect, you’re human and, by nature, you’re going to make mistakes.”

  What? “You still want me after what I did?” I stared at him flabbergasted. Who the hell was this man? The old Carter would have stomped around and thrown a massive tantrum the entire campus would have witnessed. The Carter before me was someone I had yet to get to know.

  “I love you, Em,” he croaked as he softly touched the side of my face. “We’ll be okay. We’re just hitting some rough patches because I totally messed up before by not taking my time with you, but now that we’ve cleared that up, we can start anew.”

  Could we? Could Carter and I move past this hurdle? I supposed I wouldn’t know if I didn’t give it a try.

  “Maybe you’re right. We can start fresh from here on,” I agreed.

  ~E~

  A few weeks later…

  Carter was throwing a Halloween party tonight at his house. We ended up being Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan from Pirates of the Caribbean.

  We smiled like idiots when we checked each other out. My costume was on the sexy side, showing my belly button. Carter even had the whole dark eye-liner thing going. He took being Jack Sparrow quite seriously.

  “My, can I be your captive, Captain Jack?”

  Carter, I mean, Jack Sparrow gave me a chaste kiss and smiled, showing his toothy pirate smile. “Anything for my Miss Swan.”

  The party was wild and crazy–nothing unusual about a Carter Mason party and Carter and I were stuck like glue the whole time. We danced, we laughed and we made out like no one’s business. It didn’t take long for me to get sucked back into Carter’s world. Every time my thoughts drifted back to Bass, I immediately shut them down and shoved them somewhere in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to jeopardize anything with Carter. I really wanted us to work out.

  I was happy. Carter made me very happy.

  When Thanksgiving rolled in, we spent it with my family. He was the second guy I brought home to meet my parents. Though Mom was very sweet and accommodating, my father, on the other hand, was a total pain.

  “Tell me, Carter, how many women have you had sex with?” My father asked in a serious manner during dinner before he popped a carrot in his mouth and chewed it leisurely.

  Of course, the entire table, including my aunt and baby nephew, got quiet. Baby Joey, though oblivious as to what the question meant, knew it was serious. Dad hadn’t acted like this when he met Lewis. I didn’t understand the third-degree with Carter.

  Mom warned Dad, but it was to no avail. Dad stood his ground while he waited for Carter to respond. He eyed Carter with heavy scrutiny.

  “Dad, can you at least act civilized. You’re being too invasive,” I hissed at him.

  Carter turned red.

  I figured that Carter might have a guesstimate, but not the exact digits.

  I tensed when I heard Carter clear his throat. WTF? Was he really planning to answer that? How could he even manage to without getting his head chopped off?

  “I can honestly tell you, sir, that I do not know the answer to that question, but what I can tell you, with great frankness and confidence, is that since Emma came into my life, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. If you had asked me how many women I have loved in my life, it wouldn’t have taken me long to answer. I have only ever loved one and that is your daughter.” Oh, shit. I loved him even more in that moment.

  After a minute of silence, my father beamed. “It’s ironic. I gave Emma’s grandfather a similar answer when he asked me the same question. You are welcome in our home as long as you treat my only daughter well. Don’t make me regret this, Carter.”

  “Thank you, sir. I promise that I won’t.”

  With that, Carter was welcomed into my family and was in my father’s good graces. Carter even accepted his invitation to spend Christmas Eve with us. I felt even more confident about our relationship—it was getting stronger by the day.

  When we drove back to his house, I decided that tonight, I was going to tell him about the Lombardo film. I just hoped that he would take it lightly and be happy for me.

  Changed and ready for bed, Carter gathered me in his arms and started kissing me.

  “Carter?” I asked, breaking off our kiss.

  I looked at him while he waited for me to speak. “I have to tell you something important… something that I’m really excited about. I want you to have an open mind and let me finish talking before you say anything, okay?”

  I waited for him to nod before I continued, “I got chosen to be the lead actress of a movie alongside Bass. It won’t start filming until May, in Greece. I’m not sure if I’ve ever told you, but I used to be in drama in high school and I loved it. I still love it. This unbelievable opportunity could start my career if everything turns out well.”

  Carter let go of me and stared at the ceiling, his usual demeanor when he was deep in thought. After a few seconds of him not muttering anything, I touched his arm.

  “Carter, say something?”

  “I’m happy for you, Em. I really am, but concerning you working with Bass? Not so much. He wants you. I don’t know if he’ll stop the next time. Right now, I’m thinking that he’s probably waiting for the right opportunity to draw you in. I know men like him quite well because I was one.”

  No, Bass and I were through. I hadn’t even heard from him. From what I could gather from the media, he was busy living his life, partying and playing hard on a field of vaginas.

  “That phase with Bass is done, Carter. You have nothing to worry about. I’m with you now and we’re doing so great, you’re being so great and you make me very happy. I can’t help but love you a little more each day.”

  He turned on his side and cupped my cheek. His eyes spoke volumes and it didn’t take a second for me to succumb to his will. His love rolled over me with his kisses, his touch and his mastery.

  Carter showed me his universe that night as he slowly made love to me.

  “Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes…just be an illusion.”

  ~Javan

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  I got to spend Christmas day with Lindsey and Carter at their aunt and uncle’s house in Montecito. It would be my first time meeting them and I had all these bad scenarios playing in my head. I thought Carter didn’t speak about them much because, you know, they were awful or something.

  I was wrong. They were a lovely couple and it was obvious how much they loved Lindsey and Carter, so I didn’t get why Carter was being so indifferent about his Aunt Alice and Uncle Gary’s affection.

  After lunch, Carter immediately excused us when Alice suggested going out to see a movie. I wanted to go, but Carter didn’t even give me the option. So, when Lindsey, Alice and Gary left for the movie theatre, I was determined to get answers.

  He dragged me up to his bedroom. His home was enormous. Duh, Em? It’s Montecito?
He’s probably neighbors with Oprah.

  “Why did your aunt and uncle buy such a large house when there’s only the four of you?” I wondered out loud.

  “They already bought the house before we moved in. They hoped to have their own children, but after a few years of trying, they gave up. They loved this house too much to let it go. They were happy to raise Lindsey and I after our parents died. I guess in the end, they got what they wanted.”

  That was a little twisted to even consider. Gary seemed like a well-rounded guy and losing his brother in such a tragedy was a lot to take in. “That’s a little weird to say, Carter. You make it sound like they’re happy that your parents are dead—that they got an instant family through their deaths.”

  “Whatever.”

  Right whatever, Carter. You spout words that have a lot of hidden meanings and I should just shove them aside and ignore them.

  “Here’s my bedroom,” Carter murmured as he opened the dark oak door.

  The ‘bedroom’ was twice the size of our dorm room. It was themed in dark nautical colors against white walls. Carter’s trophies and achievements were lined up on top of a mirrored shelf. I walked towards it and scrutinized each trophy. I knew Carter was great, but I didn’t really know to what extent. His trophies started in little league and I smiled thinking about a little Carter in the field with mud smeared all over him.

  “What are you smiling about?” Carter asked against my ear as he pulled me against his chest.

  “A little league Carter Mason.”

  Carter sucked on my earlobe and I moaned against him. He hastily lifted my dress up, pulled my stockings down, reached inside my thong and started rubbing my core. “How about you think about the big league Carter Mason, hmm?” he whispered erotically in my ear.

  With my head on the right side of his chest, I reached around and pulled his lips toward mine. I shivered when he kissed me like it was the very first time while his fingers did their job, killing me softly.

  Carter started pulling us towards his bed as we fervently kissed, at the same time hastily taking our clothes off. He broke our kiss and pushed me down onto the bed, naked. My hair was all over the place, but I didn’t care because Carter was eyeing me with terrifying hunger. He stood tall and naked before me and I indulged my overeager eyes.

  “I just want to picture you like this forever in my mind… on my bed… looking more beautiful than the first time I saw you.” Carter moved silently towards me, eyes full of admiration and determination.

  “Stop,” I commanded and pushed him down on the bed. “Now, it’s my turn to have a good memory of you on your bed.” I gently stroked his pecs, my hands sliding down south. He gasped when my hand reached the base of his penis.

  My mouth hovered around the tip of his shaft while I gazed at him through my lashes. “Do you want a hard suctioned vacuum with a side of teabag action? Or, a wet, sloppy, nasty deep throat with a side of tongue action?” I batted my eyelashes, staring at him innocently.

  Carter gave me a wicked smile, “Thank you, God, for answering my prayers and granting me the perfect woman!” He reached down and stroked his hard cock a few times before speaking, “Give me the nasty works, Emma.”

  The nasty, you say? “Sure, but with one condition, do not ever, ever touch my head and push it down, comprende?” I raised my brow at the beaming man.

  “See this?” Carter held out his hands and placed them underneath his head and smiled. “I will never dare touch a strand of your beautiful blonde hair, my Emma.”

  “Good, then we have a deal.” I wetted my lips before lowering my mouth slowly on the head of his shaft. I stuck my tongue out and licked around it in slow, rhythmic circles to prepare it before I went down any further.

  “Fuck, baby!” Carter hissed with obvious ecstasy.

  If there was one thing Carter loved more than sex, it was getting a blowjob; soccer following as a close third.

  Once I finally managed to fill my mouth with half his length, I still had more to cover, so I had to concentrate. Closing my eyes, I evened my breathing and relaxed my throat muscles before I pushed down further until the throbbing head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I suctioned his hard length until the pressure made him delirious. Carter bucked his hips when I shook my head and stuck my tongue out, swirling it around as I moved upwards until it hit the slit on the head of his drooling shaft.

  After six more times in quick succession, I grabbed his cock with my right hand to stroke him and lowered my mouth to lick his balls. The soft wrinkles felt smooth against my tongue. Using only my lips, I tugged it before I took his balls inside my wet mouth. Sucking them together, I used my tongue to flip the two, hard, rounded goodies inside, exchanging their positions, then back again while my strokes on his cock got fevered.

  “Emma!” Carter hissed, his neck veins popping, his body tensed and knotted.

  I released his well-exercised scrotum with a popping sound. “Not yet, Carter.”

  Swiftly, Carter had me on my back and jammed his cock inside me without warning. My insides clenched at his sudden invasion. “Emma, I want to feel your cunt flow like a damn fountain,” Carter demanded as he pressed his heavy hand on my abdomen, grinding his cock down, hitting my upper vaginal wall while his thumb rubbed and teased the essence of my core.

  I tried to bite back my screams, but it was pointless. His strong, determined thrusts became manically fast, making me tense and clench harder.

  “Squeeze around my cock tighter, baby. Fuck! You’re incredible!” Carter barked out as our bodies prepared for our release. “Let go, Emma!”

  I screamed when my orgasm rocked me. Carter muffled my cries, covering my lips with his as he, too, found his release. “Emma!” he shouted as I felt his semen spurt and his cock pulsated fluidly inside me. He pushed his hips against me a few more times, milking out his seed to the very last drop.

  We passionately kissed and then Carter broke it off, panting. Shifting his face away from me, he spoke. “I love you, Emma, with everything that I am.” Carter moved to my side and gathered me close.

  Kissing his chest, I murmured, exhausted, “I love you, too, Carter.”

  We held onto each other until we fell asleep.

  I remembered thinking how lucky I was to have the man I loved finally loving me back.

  ~E~

  Three weeks later…

  “What’s wrong? Why do you look all sad and depressed?” Carter nudged me and pinched my cheeks.

  Should I or should I not? Oh well! Best get a move on. “I’m a few days late, Carter.” He immediately tensed. His playful manner vanished in an instant.

  “You’re pregnant?” He said it in such a frightening whispered tone, as if I had planned it or something. Uh, hell to the mother fucking no!

  I shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I was hoping you could come with me to get a pregnancy kit at CVS or somewhere. Then we can head back here and do the test together.”

  “I’m not ready to be a father, Em. Hell, I’m not ready for any of that shit. What the fuck! I didn’t ask for this!”

  His stupid answer made me fume. “You think I want this? I have a future I was looking forward to and now that could be taken away from me.”

  I never failed to take my birth control. If there was something I was meticulous at, it was taking my pills religiously. I supposed it happened when I got sick and had to take antibiotics for a few days. When I felt the chills, I immediately bought medicine. I guessed that was the culprit that messed up my cycle.

  Carter held my face and spoke sincerely, “We could have it aborted. We can get rid of it.”

  Okay, I wasn’t going to deny that that thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but I didn’t consider ever going through with it. However, now that Carter was all for it, I started to see him in a different light. And boy, it didn’t look good on him.

  “We’re not even there yet. We have to see if I am before you start plotting the demise of your child.” I
got up and strolled towards where my purse was located and grabbed it. “Are you coming with me to go get the test or what?”

  Carter looked more stressed out than I did. He simply nodded and followed me outside.

  Twenty minutes later, we were back at the dorms. Carter pulled the kit out of the plastic bag and stared at it. “Do you just pee on it? Just like that?”

  “Yes, that’s what the instructions say, right?” I asked him, annoyed. He was getting on my nerves. I walked towards him, grabbed the damn kit away from him and went to my bathroom. Next time, Emma, when you get sick, steer away from having sex. PERIOD. Abstinence is the key.

  After following the instructions, I carefully placed the test on the sink and stared at it until the three minutes were up. If I was pregnant, did I want Carter to be the father of my child?

  After three minutes, words surfaced on the tiny oval screen. Not Pregnant. The relief I felt was astounding. Definitely no sexy time for me for a very, very long while!

  When I pulled the door open, Carter was standing against the wall with his eyes closed. “I’m not pregnant,” I told him.

  His eyes finally snapped open. “Fuck! Thank you, God!” he thundered, a tiny smile forming on his face. Then he became somber again. “Listen, Em, I have to go. I need to clear my head. I need to just drink a beer or two. I’ll call you.” Before I could even manage to respond, he left my room.

  I stared at the empty doorway. I was shocked and saddened by his abrupt departure. Okay, I expected him to be freaking out and stuff, but not leaving me here all alone after all that upheaval!

  Boyfriends were pointless!

  Since it was around four in the afternoon, Trista and Lindsey were still in school. Bored, I channel surfed. I stopped when I found Bass Cole’s picture on the E! News channel.

  “Bass Cole getting his dirty business done on a hotel balcony with Lydia Cornwell? Look at the image and see for yourself!” The male host went on while the images flashed on the screen.