Carter's POV:
I woke up to a cramping pain in my neck, opening my eyes realizing I fell asleep on the couch. I look down to stretch my neck and see my gorgeous mate sleeping on the pillow on my lap still. Her arms are wrapped around Denver who is awake looking right at me, it's almost like he knows to stay there, like it's a routine for them. I feel her shift as I do, and she opens her eyes looking directly into mine. Her heart rate immediately picks up speed, cheeks blushing. I can never get tired of that look. She starts to sit up. "Oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep here last night" she says with a worried look on her face.
"It's really no problem, I actually slept good" I say standing up off the couch.
I look at the time and realize I am late for training at the pack house. I look back at her, not wanting to move a step further away. We aren't leaving. Jaxxon says. But we both know we have to.
"Hey I have to go to work today, but I was thinking we could go out tonight with some of my friends." I say to her, anxious for her response.
A feeling of relief comes over me as I see her smile. "Yeah that sounds like fun" she says.
"Great we will head out around 7, if that works?" I question. She nods her head. "Something like you were wearing yesterday will be fine too. We will just hangout some where" I finish.
Myranda looks up at me amused, "That's about all my wardrobe consist of, so I would be wearing that whether you said so or not."
Sassy. I like it. "Got it" I say as I walk towards the door, "see you at 7."
Myranda's POV:
After Carter leaves, I head back into my room to finish sorting everything just the way I like it. It may only be 10 AM but I start to lay out my outfit for tonight. I was surprised he invited me, and even more surprised I said yes. Something just feels so right about being near him, even Denver thinks so.
I decided on my old trusty dark blue bootcut jeans that fit just right. I laid out my black long sleeve crop top that hugs tight to my chest, and my normal belt. All paired with my cowboy boots. Folding it all and placing it on the dresser, I return to the closet to see what I will wear in the meantime. I grab a pair of leggings and a cropped t shirt with a skeleton drinking coffee printed on the back of it.
I walk into the bathroom, and Denver curls up on the bath mat. My little shadow. Looking in the mirror I see the monstrosity that is my hair. I sigh, and grab my curling iron hoping to fix the mess I made while I was sleeping. After I finished curling my hair, I sat back on the bed and looked around the room. What to do today. Hmm.
After no ideas pop into my head for a solid five minutes, I get up and walk to the front door. I might as well explore. Denver sprints out zooming across the grass. We start walking in the direction of Carter's parents house.
Thirty minutes pass, and we are still walking. I am scrolling through my phone, as notifications are still coming in from my brothers and Nick. I know it's only a matter of time before they show up here. I am still hopeful it doesn't though. I call for Denver, and we turn around walking back towards the cabin.
As we arrive back home, I feel my stomach rumble and realize I have not eaten anything yet today. I head into the kitchen and open the fridge, and all the cabinets looking for food. There wasn't much here so I decided to take a trip to the store. With no idea of what direction to go, I head back towards the hospital.
After a few minutes I pull up to what looks like a small grocery store from the outside. I crack the windows for Denver and leave him in the truck. I grab a shopping cart from outside of the store, and head in. At home, I would go to the same grocery store every Sunday morning. I would shop in the same direction each time, starting at the right of the store, and walking down each aisle until I reached the left side. I can feel bits of anxiety surfacing as I have to break my routine. But that's what this move was about, breaking routine. Being a better me, letting the old me surface.
With that thought in mind, I grabbing a few packs of Twisted Teas and picked up my phone to call the one person who knew I was leaving. Scrolling down to her name, I hit call without a second thought. "Heeey Bitch" Kenzie answers.
"Hellooo what are you doing?" I respond.
"Well I was waiting for you to call me and tell me to hop a plane to meet you where ever you ended up" she says with a laugh.
"Good thing that is exactly what I was about to say."
"Are you serious?" she questions.
"Absolutely, get your ass here. You need to be here by 7 PM." I demand. Already sending her the closest airport. I don't know what I was thinking leaving without her in the first place. It was always our plan to go together.
"Yes ma'am" she quickly says before hanging up, not letting me get in another word. I laugh out loud, and put my phone down. I hope Carter doesn't mind I will have a friend tagging along. If anything Kenzie and I can go out on our own tonight. I know I can get through anything with her by my side.
I finish up grocery shopping, getting bits of everything to make meals through out the next week. As I return home, I see Carter's truck in front of the cabin. Butterflies flutter around in my stomach, as I think about going in to see him. I'm torn between embracing the feelings I have developed so quickly, and putting up my walls to protect myself. Kenzie will know the answer I am sure. I look down to see a text from her, "Pick me up at 6" and I smile.
I am carrying four bags in each hand walking up to the door, a firm believer in only one trip. The door swings open as I get closer, and I see Carter standing in the doorway. His eyes meet mine and a huge smile is on his face as he walks up grabbing all of the bags. I smile back and say "Thank you but you don't have to do that."
"It's no problem" he responds with the same big smile, which never leaves his face.
Once we are inside, the bags on the counter, I start unloading the groceries into the fridge and cabinets. Carter stands at the island watching my every move, I can feel his eyes on me. I turn to him once I put the last bag away. I realized I should probably tell him Kenzie is coming.
"Hey" I say trying to get his attention "I should have checked with you first, but I have a friend flying in. I was hoping it would be okay if they tagged along tonight?"
He gives me a look of disappointment, which causes my brows to furrow in confusion. I didn't really think he'd be upset. "Yeah that's fine" Carter says.
"Okay great" I say giving him an extra wide smile, "I think you'll like her, she's my best friend."
With that he returns my smile, walking around the counter closer to me. "I can't wait" he says. He moves to the cabinet where I had just put the snacks. Realizing I was in his way I step back and slip on the empty grocery bag on the ground. Before I hit the floor he catches me by his arms wrapping around my lower back. Like clockwork, the sparks fly between us. I grab onto him to pull myself up, at this point being pressed against his chest. I can feel his muscles flexed under his shirt, and my mind travels to what they must look like. After a few moments, I realize I am still holding on to him tightly. I try to let go, but he doesn't let up his hold on me. I am stuck with only a few inches between our faces.
I look up at Carter, and he is staring right back at me. I quickly glance at his lips, the urge to kiss him is overbearing. He isn't letting go, but isn't making a move either. Should I do it? Kenzie would be screaming yes. But I met this guy yesterday, I ran from my ex boyfriend three days before that. Fuck it. I glance at his lips once more before pushing up on my tippy toes and planting my lips right on his, the sparks and heat intensifying within me.
At first he doesn't kiss me back. I pull back and look at him clear with embarrassment. Not a split second later he lifts me off the ground, placing me on the counter. He pushes his hips between my knees, spreading my legs to be closer to me, his chest flush against my boobs again. Carter takes his right hand and places it on my jaw, fingers wrapping around the back of my neck. His left hand wraps around my waist and pulls me into him as if I could get any closer. His lips meet mine again, a fire erupting inside both of us.
I move my hands up to his hair tangling my fingers in his curls at the back of his neck. He had no interest in stopping, and neither did I at this point. His tongue swiped against my bottom lip, and I gave him entrance. Our tongues swirl together in a rhythm and I feel his hands traveling around my back. A pool of warmth develops between my legs causing me to squirm. Time feels like it has slowed down completely, as we both hesitantly release from each other's grip and make eye contact. I grow flustered as I don't want to stop. I look down to see a large bulge in his pants, he grabs my face pushing my chin to look up at him again. I smirk when our eyes meet, shifting them back down again before pushing past him and jumping down from the counter.
I walk towards my room glancing back at him once holding a smirk on my face before turning into the room. His eyes never left me as I was walking away from him. I don't think he's ever not looking at me. I shut the door knowing if I didn't, I would've taken it too far. There is something about him that causes me to lose all rational thinking. I would've never let a guy back home touch me like that after a day.
Laying back on the bed, I close my eyes. My mind instantly travels to him, imagining him undressing right in front me. Remembering the feeling of his hands on my back, his chest pressed to mine, the sweetness of his tongue in my mouth. There was only solution to the feelings drowning my mind. I reach over to the nightstand and open the bottom drawer. I grab my vibrator and shut the drawer rolling onto my back. I definitely wasn't going to let him fuck me on the second day, but that doesn't mean I can't do it myself. I turn the vibrator on pressing it between my legs and closing my eyes. The thoughts of him circle in again, causing me to reach climax only a few minutes later, moaning at the feeling. I laid there with my eyes closed, relaxed and satisfied.
Carter's POV:
There is no way to describe the feeling I just had kissing her and touching her. The way her back arched, pushing her boobs harder against my chest. Her hands tangled in my hair, slightly tugging at my curls. The rising warmth of her body as we continued. As soon as I smelt her arousal I knew we had to stop. It was intoxicating, I was on the verge of losing control, laying her down and taking her right on the counter.
As I pulled back to look at her, she dropped her head looking straight at the bulge in my pants. I reached for her chin to pull her head up, if she kept her eyes there a moment longer I would have showed her what I had inside. She gave me a smirk, a look that made Jaxxon itch for control. As she jumped down and walked away, I watched her hips sway with every step. I kept my eyes on her until the second the door shut behind her.
I sat down on the couch and have been here since. I can still smell her arousal. I am focusing in on the noises coming from her room. Denver is on the dog bed in the corner, he's not with her in there. What is that noise? I get up off of the couch and walk closer to her door, making sure to be quiet. A steady vibration is coming from the room, the scent of her arousal become stronger. I hear her let out a small moan and the realization hits. She's pleasing herself in there. Jaxxon begins to surface, demanding I open the door and please our mate like she needs. I turn and walk towards the front door instead eyes black with lust.
I decide to go for a run to calm Jaxxon down, letting my mate rest before we leave. I turn the corner around the cabin, and shift into my large black wolf. There is not a single piece of hair on me that isn't the darkest pigment of black. And my hazel eyes withstand the change.
I move quickly through the trees, letting Jaxxon have full control over the direction we travel. Yet for the first time, he is only pushing to be home. He only wants to be in the arm's of his mate.