Page 24 of Carver's Obsession

She bathed herself with his soap, and she couldn’t believe that desire built in her when she felt this bad. When her legs started to shake, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel. After she dried herself, she opened the curtain to find a shirt folded on the counter.

Erica pulled the shirt on and smiled. The thing went to her knees and could pass for a nightgown. She pulled her panties back on. It grossed her out, but she didn’t have a lot of choices.

Her hair was tangled, so she tried her best to run her fingers through it. That was all she could do. Her energy was about gone, and she still needed to make it to bed. Or maybe he wanted her to go back to her room? She had already embarrassed herself, so she didn’t assume anything.

Her eyes went to the bed where Carver lay on his side with his head cradled in his hand, staring at her. She slid to the side and glanced at the door. When she looked at him, she saw his eyes narrow in warning.

“Don’t even think about it, Babe,” he said, lifting the blanket. “Come here.”

“Now,” he barked when she didn’t move immediately.

She scowled at him at the same time she walked to the bed. She let him tuck the blanket around her and pulled her back against his chest. Erica exhaled as her muscles relaxed, and she felt the heat from his body. A shudder swept through her when the heat of him soaked through the t-shirt she was wearing.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Thank you for your help. I’m sure this is the last thing you want to do.”

“Hold a beautiful woman?” he murmured against the back of her head.

“No. Taking care of a drunk person.”

He chuckled. “You aren’t so bad.”

She wanted to roll her eyes but knew it would hurt too much, so she closed them.

“Get some more rest and let the aspirin work. When you wake up, you should feel a lot better.”

God, she really hoped so.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before getting drunk again,” he said.

She almost laughed. “Maybe, but Willow told me it would get easier the more I did it.”

She felt him stiffen behind her, but he didn’t say anything. Her eyes slid closed, and she was out.

Chapter Fourteen

Carver gritted his teeth. Fuck, that woman Willow was a menace, and he just knew she was going to get Erica in trouble someday.

He listened to her breathing slow and deepen before he let himself relax. He had anticipated and waited for her to puke, but she was doing okay so far.

The next time he opened his eyes, the sun had brightened the room enough to tell him it was midmorning at least. He listened to her for a moment and decided to get up, shower, and let her sleep some more. The more rest she got, the better she would feel. She didn’t move at all as he rolled off the bed. He stared down at her and realized he’d never get sick of looking at the woman.

With a sigh, he turned away and walked into the bathroom but he left the door open so he could hear her. Erica was still asleep when he walked through the room with a towel around his waist into his closet to get clothing. When he was dressed, he checked on her one more time before carefully going out the door and shutting it behind him.

The first thing he needed was coffee. Only then could he deal with the day.

He stood in the kitchen doorway to watch the entertainment of Willow and Blood. He almost laughed when one of the other girls gripped her head when they started shouting.

“Guys, stop the yelling,” Striker said as he entered the back door. “If you two kids can’t control yourself, take it outside.”

Blood gripped a chunk of hair at the back of her head, pulled her head back, and savagely took her mouth. It was fucking hot and made her think about holding Erica’s head to kiss her or guide her on how to suck his cock.

The slamming of the back door snapped him out of his dream. He walked around, got a cup of coffee, leaned against the wall, and watched the women. He could tell they’d been doing it a while, and they really enjoyed feeding them.

He’d never interacted with women like this and didn’t know what to think. He thought of Erica and how much he wanted her, but he was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle the things he’d need from her in bed.

“Hey, Carver, where’s Erica?” Jana, her sister asked.

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