Blasphemous (Torn #3)(55)
“You know after this interview, you’re going to get more screaming fans and livid admirers to get your attention right?”
“Nah. I love my fans, screaming or otherwise.”
Deciding I had definitely had enough, I left the living room and quietly headed straight to my bedroom.
After months of not shedding a tear for him, I drowned in them.
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I woke up with someone stroking my hair. “Baby, did you forget that I was going to take you out for dinner?”
Rubbing my eyes, I squinted at Carter. “Sorry. I fell asleep after I got back from the hospital.”
“Do you want to order in? We could do that.”
“What time is it?” I yawned, half-sitting, and sought his shoulders to rest my head.
“It’s about ten. I’ve been here for two hours trying to wake you.”
Two hours? Shit. “Oh, God, I’m awful. I bet you’re starving.”
“A little. What do you feel like eating?” He pulled me on his lap, lifted my shirt and stroked the side of my hip.
Ice cream. I wanted those twenty-eight flavors back. “I could do a protein burger from In-N-Out.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, give or take,” he said, getting up and kissing me softly on the lips before leaving my bedroom.
I yawned one more time before I commanded myself to get up and get in the damn shower. Ten minutes later, I looked good as new.
With only my silk robe on, I waited on Carter.
He’s been so patient with me that sometimes I felt like a total bitch for not giving in to him. Not once did he complain about it, even though he was dying to.
Ten minutes later he was back with food, placing them on my side table before directing me with a question. “Hungry?”
I was now. “I am, but you have to kiss me first before I start eating.” In a flash, I was on my back as Carter consumed my lips, but I rolled him on his, wanting to be on top.
Carter was quick with disrobing me and I was naked before I realized what was happening. “f*uk!” Carter hissed when I offered a nipple for his mouth to suck.
“My turn.” I got off him, determined as I started to unfasten his jeans, sliding them off his body. His boxers came next.
“You’re not going—” His eyes widened when I stroked his dick with a swift grip.
“I am now,” I said before lowering my mouth to his cock, watching him watch me sliding up and down his hard length.
Satisfaction was written all over his face, groaning as he took in every suck, stroke and lick I was gifting him. “f*uk, baby. I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time now.”
I know he did, but I was being selfish because I felt like I was betraying Bass. After watching that interview, I knew it was pointless.
That chapter is closed. We make new memories, he said. Thank you, Bass… for making it easy for me to keep going forward, I thought sarcastically.
Hell-bent and bitter, I didn’t stop until Carter came in my mouth, screaming my name like he was on the verge of ecstasy, panting praises as he gazed at me with a look full of love and lust—and admiration.
Now, we’re even, I thought as I swallowed his come.
Chapter 22
Eight weeks later…
“It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.”
- Author Unknown
Bass
It was our last day in Dallas and I was due to leave straight away since Blasphemous was set to release early in June. The press junket and rounds of interviews were about to start with photo shoots and country hopping. Then, there was the thought of seeing Emma again after months of not seeing her that turned me cold.
Nikki and I had just finished dining at her favorite Mexican restaurant and we were on our way back to the hotel. Instead of figuring out how to break things slowly with her, I was stuck with the ghost of Emma again.
Entering Nikki’s suite, she immediately started stripping her clothes off, enticing me to f*uk her. I didn’t know why she hadn’t given up on me. She sucked on my cock almost on a daily basis and I what, f*uked her like a few times? I had to be drunk to f*uk her, too, because I couldn’t come if I wasn’t, she just didn’t do it for me. Nikki was beautiful, but it was Emma I wanted to touch.
Even if I felt this towards her, she hadn’t minded. She was fun to be around, but always made excuses so she could sleep in my bed. One night, she was so horny, she almost cried for me to touch her. Never in my life had I ever had such a hard time with sex. I mean I was hard, but each thrust made me feel disgusting. It was a miracle I lasted without telling her to f*uk herself off. I was never more relieved when she came a few times and passed the hell out, unaware that I didn’t even come.
Needing my own release, I ended up in the shower and jacked off three times while in there. Thinking of the only woman who I couldn’t get enough of.
That was the last time I touched Nikki.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, Nik. We have to talk.” I strode over to her naked body, picked up her discarded dress and handed it back to her.
Nikki scornfully eyed the clothing in my extended hand. “Why is it that when I get down on my knees and suck your dick, you’re okay with it, but when it comes to having sex, you’re always not in the mood? I know you don’t have a problem getting hard because you’ve f*uked my mouth almost daily without a problem. So what the f*uk is it, Bass?”