Free Taboo by Roxy Queen

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    I want to argue but anything I say will give him false hope , so I bite my lip and look away, keeping my mouth shut. He steps forward and takes my face in his hands. “You’re right. You were clear about what you wanted from the beginning. You leveled with me and I’m fine with it. I’m just stressed and nervous about school…” He kisses me then, long and hard, darting his tongue in my mouth. I want to fight him but I don’t—I never do and when he lifts me up I wrap my legs around his waist.
    Carter pushes me against the car, my skirt inching past my thighs. I’ll fuck him here. I would, but I think how he’s better than this. Better than skanky sex in public. This isn’t what I want him to know. I want him to treat women right—treat them like a goddess. That doesn’t happen out here.
    I touch my fingers to his lips. They’re hot with anger and desire. “Take me home,” I say.
    “What?”
    “To my home. Let’s go. We’ll be quiet and discreet and they’ll never know.”
    He frowns and a thin line forms between his eyebrows. “You sure?”
    “Yes,” I tell him, sliding down the side of the car and adjusting my skirt. “I’m sure.”
     
    *
    I’ve made a mistake. I know that the instant he enters me. My legs hang over his wide, strong shoulders and he’s pounding into me like he’ll never get the chance again.
    Oh , god.
    His eyes are open and I want to close mine but I can’t, I’m drowning and he’s drowning and only one of us can save the other. Only one of us can be the adult. But right now, right at this moment he’s hitting that spot, like I taught him, over and over and before I can even say his name he’s smothered my mouth in his own. He likes to steal my breath when I come, making me even more light headed. I’m almost there, almost and then…
    “What?” I breathe into the darkness. He’s gone and my legs are down and pushed wide. I feel his wet lips on my inner thigh and his dry fingers on my wet lips. I’m spiraling again, like before, but better and then gently, so gently he kisses me so soft I barely feel it and his fingers find my nipples. He plucks and twists and grazes over them just the right way and oh. Oh. Oh.
    “Oh Carter,” I say in my delirium, because he’s saved the best for last, because he rises back up and plunges in me so deep, to the hilt, knocking against my insides. He uses every ounce of his muscles and the strength and stamina until he hits that spot again, this time for real. The one that leaves me unraveled and in a heaving damp pile on the bed.
    “What the hell was that?” I ask, to his equally exhausted body, lying next to mine. I ask, but I already know. I know what just happened and I know the difference. All I wanted was sex and he gave me that plus everything else. All the stuff I didn’t want . Not just the sex and lust and the pent-up, horny as hell, teenaged boy. He gave me something more.
    And boy, was it worth it.
    He wraps me in his long swimmer’s arms, kissing my neck and ears and shoulders until we fall asleep together, peaceful and quiet.

 
    Chapter 19
     
    “Look, Ruthie, look!” Claire waves a handful ribbons and a gold trophy in my face. Two blues, a red and a white.
    “Great job, baby!”
    We’re at the end of the year pool party. I told the girls I would come even though technically, I’m off the clock. Their parents are here, sitting with the other families, enjoying the end of season cook-out.
    Aqua-Man has his own stack of ribbons, more blue than anything else and a gold medal rests against his chest. He runs his hand through his hair and I notice how much it’s grown out since the beginning of summer, it’s messier and even more adorable and if we weren’t in this crowd of people I’m pretty sure I’d be kissing him right now.
    After the night at my apartment t hings shifted for us. In a good and bad way. Carter gave me his all that night but since then has been more reserved. He stopped