Page 57 of Until the End

I’ve loved every minute of our time together in LA. We’ve talked about how he’ll need something else to occupy his time once we get the stalker situation figured out. I’m not sure what that will look like yet, but the one thing I’m certain of is that we’ll figure it out together.

“Fuck, gorgeous. Look at you down there. You’re everyfantasy I’ve ever had come to life.” Carson slides his fingers through my hair, his fingertips massaging my scalp.

I try to undo the button on his shorts, but my fingers are shaking too much to be successful. I’m overrun with the need to show Carson how much he means to me. I want to make him feel as amazing as I do. He helps me get his shorts undone until they hang off his hips, showcasing the happy trail that splits the V-lines cut into his hips. My mouth waters just looking at them, so I do what any woman in my position would do. I lick him right across that groove. His rapid intake of air makes me grin.

I glance up to find Carson’s emerald eyes blazing at me. He’s holding on to the edge of his control, and I’m determined to make him lose it all together.

I grab Carson’s dick while I continue to explore his hips and abs with my mouth. His fist tightens in my hair. I love making his body shudder. Moving down, I lick him from root to tip, exploring every part of him until he’s squirming. His hips punch out, a groan vibrating from his chest.

Taking pity on him, I suck him into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuck.” Carson drops his head back. Both hands are in my hair now, and he’s no longer holding himself back. I relax into it, using my tongue to tease and torment him as he thrusts. It’s everything I wanted. “I’m gonna come, Goose.” He lets go of my hair to give me a chance to move away, but I keep pushing forward instead.

He curses again as he comes down my throat. I do my best to swallow it all, but some spills out of the corner of my mouth. Carson pulls away, his chest heaving. He leans down and swipes his thumb across my chin, cleaning up the mess on my face. Our gazes clash as his thumb pushes into my mouth. I suck it clean just like I did his dick a minute ago. The flash of arousal in his eyes hits me straightin my core.

“I love you, Goose.” He bends down and kisses me hard, until I’m out of breath.

“I love you, too.”

“Come here.” He hauls me up into his arms and continues to kiss me. It doesn’t matter how many times I get to do this; it never feels like enough. Carson lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my spread legs. His hands cup my cheeks as we kiss. They slowly turn into soft pecks, gentle presses of his mouth to mine. Each one fills me with more love than I’ve ever felt before.

A hard knock on the door has us jumping apart.

“Ginny! We have news!” Chelsea’s muffled voice can be heard through the thick front door.

“And margaritas!” Tanya adds.

Carson raises an eyebrow, and I laugh at the two women I’ve started to call close friends. He fastens his shorts as he exits the kitchen, then goes around the corner to the front door. The little bungalow Chelsea found is small. The kitchen and living room are open to each other with a sliding back door that leads to a patio area.

My security team is living in the house next door, which isn’t ideal, but Carson and I have enjoyed the time alone. Despite the close quarters, it’s been the best thing for us.

Noise hits me before I see Chelsea and Tanya. They’re speaking a mile a minute about something I can’t quite catch. Carson moves behind them, a bemused look on his face.

“What’s going on?” I grab one of the brown paper bags from Chelsea’s arms.

“Margaritas first. You’re gonna need one when we tell you the latest.” Tanya sets down her armload of things. She wasn’t kidding when she said she’d brought margaritas. She just didn’t mention that she brought all the supplies. There’s even a blender.

“I brought Mexican to go with them.”

I open the bag in front of me and am hit with the best smell on the planet. “Are these street tacos from Ramon’s?”

“You’re damn right, they are.” Chelsea smirks.

“Who’s Ramon?” Carson asks, sitting on the barstool across from us.

“He runs the best damn food truck in the area.” Chelsea holds out a taco for him. She passes the rest out to us while Tanya calls out a noise warning before firing up the blender.

None of us stands on circumstance. We dive in, letting the mess run down our hands without a care in the world.

“Holy shit,” Carson groans.

“So. Freaking. Good,” Tanya says between bites. When she’s finished her first taco, she passes out margaritas to each of us. Holding up her glass, she makes a toast. “To Ginny. For without her, I wouldn’t have known what true friendship looks like.”

My face flushes, while Chelsea and Carson shout, “Hear, hear!” We clink our glasses together before taking sips.

I pretend to drink mine. As stupid as it may be, Carson and I haven’t exactly been careful. It felt wrong to use condoms after that first time, and I couldn’t exactly be seen going into a clinic. I’m sure I could’ve found another solution to get birth control, but there’s something about potentially having a baby with Carson that I just can’t shake. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

“So, what’s your news?” Carson asks.

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