Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(86)

I’m actually not scared of him, I never thought for a second at any time today that he would hurt me, I never even thought about the fact that I might be in danger at all. We lay in silence for a while, I can feel his heart beating against my chest and it comforts me, I love that he’s that close, I would have been a mess if he’d left me on my own this afternoon. Does that make me a bad person? Is it wrong to want to be in this man’s company after what I witnessed him do this afternoon?

“If I let go of your arms, are you gonna scratch my eyes out Kitten?”

“No… but if you don’t let go and get off me I might just piss everywhere, I seriously need to whaz.”

“Georgia! That is so unladylike.”

“Oh sorry Tiger, I didn’t realise that sticking a gun in a bloke’s mouth and then kneecapping him with two bullets in a pub car park was so f*ckin’ gentlemanly.”

“You have such a smart f*ckin’ mouth Kitten; it’ll get you into trouble one of these days.” Before I get a chance to reply, he grinds himself into me. “Especially with me, because for some reason, that mouth of yours makes me so f*ckin’ hard.”

I don’t know why I do it but I kiss him, very gently on the left corner of his mouth, his eyes flutter closed and then open, locking onto mine. “Kitten,” he whispers and it sounds so f*cking sexy that without hesitation. I grind my hips into him, then kiss the right side of his mouth, then right in the middle where I know his perfect cupids bow is hiding underneath the dark stubble that’s covering his top lip and jaw, he didn’t shave this morning and that two days’ worth of growth looks just about perfect, so perfect that I want to run my tongue over it.

Very gently, he kisses me back, his tongue runs along the seam of my joined lips, gently at first, then with a little more force, encouraging me to open and allow him access to my mouth and when I do, oh God, I spend the next five minutes being kissed like I’ve never been kissed before. He lets go of my arms and my hands instantly go to his hair, I wrap my legs around his hips and he grinds hard against me, his hands run up and down the sides of my body, from my arm pits, down to my hips and around to my arse cheeks, lifting them, forcing me into him harder. “Georgia, if you’re gonna tell me to stop, then tell me now because I won’t be able to in a few more seconds.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I pant. I don’t, do I? Am I really going to do this? Well shit! “Cam?”

“Yes Kitten?”

“I really need a wee.”

He laughs quietly and rests his forehead back on mine, then rolls off me. “Go, have a wee but don’t be surprised if there’s nothing but a big pile of spunk here when you get back, because I will f*ckin’ explode in a minute, I swear.”

“Eww, Cam, that’s gross.” He lies beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Go to the toilet Georgia and hurry up, I need to be inside you.”

Fucking hell.

I climb off the bed and head into the en suite and go to the toilet, then I have a quick freshen up and clean my teeth, God knows how bad my breath must be after throwing up like I did, then I decide that as I know I’m wearing nice undies… I’m my mother’s daughter after all... that I will go back to the bedroom without my clothes on. I look at myself in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed and I look the healthiest I have since my little meltdown last Sunday. Fuck, that’s all I seem to have had this week, meltdown after meltdown. I tip my head upside down, my hair is due for a perm, but I was trying to leave it until as close to the wedding as possible so it’s more wavy than curly right now and because the curls are lose, it hangs further down my back and over my boobs, I position it to hide them and head out to the bedroom wearing just my bra and knickers.