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Carter? He looks ready for war. “Game on,” he taunts.
“Show me what you’ve got, big man.”
And he does. He makes some good shots in the beginning, but sinks his last four. Jackson does even worse.
Trevor? He doesn’t even score 5,000 points.
He shrugs as if it’s not bothering him. “It’s just skee-ball. Who cares?”
I make a crying face and pretend to rub my eyes, mocking him. “Awww, is the little baby gonna cry because he’s gonna lose to a girl?”
“Big words coming from someone who hasn’t even played yet,” Carter interjects, defending his friend’s honor.
I turn around, line up my shot, and sink my first ball into the 50,000 point slot at the top. Clean.
Carter looks at me, mouth wide in disbelief. “What the hell?”
I stick my tongue out. “What was that about big words?” I ask, before sinking yet another shot. This time in the 10,000 point hole.
Eight balls later, and I’ve beaten the high score in the arcade, triumphantly typing‘Venus’into the screen. I don’t even have to gloat, the boys know their place. When I turn around from the high-score screen, Carter is leaning against the wall behind me. He’s got this quiet, focused look on his face. Something like yearning. Like he’s been studying me and not the scoreboard.
Eventually, the group gets smaller. More intimate. Trevor and Jackson head straight for the snack bar. Callie left with a wink and is flirting with one of the other firefighters, leaving Carter and I alone.
He knows what I want. I’ve been throwing him sultry glances andaccidentaltouches all night. I don’t say anything. I simply turn my back to him and head in the direction of the restrooms and storage closets that hide in the very back corner of the arcade.
I know he’ll follow. I can feel it in his stare. In his energy.
I slip into the storage closet and he slips in right behind me. The old wooden door shuts away the rest of the world, leaving us in the dark.
“This looks familiar,” he says with a knowing glint in his eyes.
I meet his stare and hoist myself up onto an old shelf. He clicks on the overhead light, a single bulb above our heads. It hums as if it’s a giant alarm telling everyone how much sexual tension is concealed behind the door.
The room smells like lemon-scented floor cleaner, but the air was thick with something more than just that chemical smell. It was desire. Heat. Want.
Maybe even something I’m too afraid to admit.
From his place at the door, Carter prowls toward me like a predator calculating his attack. His eyes trace up and down my body like he’s never seen it before. The fabric at the front of his pants is taut from the strain behind them.
When he positions himself in front of me, he drops to his knees with a soft thud. His eyes stare into my soul, sharklike with the ache to touch me–to taste me.
I forget how to breathe as he pulls my leggings down my legs with slow, calculated precision. He doesn’t even bother taking them all the way off. He gets them about halfway down my calves and then hoists my legs over his shoulders.
He takes a deep breath as he stares at my sex, and the warmth from his mouth sends shivers up my spine. My fingers wrap around the edge of the shelf, and when that’s not enough, I wrap them in his hair.
When his tongue delves into me, I throw my head back and sigh, and then he does that thing with his tongue he knows I like. The one where he circles my clit with just enough pressure to make me–
“Ah, Carter,” I moan.
“We’re just getting started, V. Someone’s worked up.”
I let out half a laugh before I suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of him licking up and down my center. I try not to fall apart completely as he takes his time. He works me over like it’s his favorite thing to do. Like with everything in his life, he’s laser focused. Methodical and maybe just a little bit cruel because he knows I like that.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, pushing me so close to the edge only to pull back and start over again. He edges me until I’m nearly in tears, crying his name and begging for him to fuck me like only he can.
Just when I think he’s about to give me what I want, he pulls back and moves my legs from off his shoulders.
“Carter!” I groan out, horny and frustrated and dripping wet.
