Bastard (14 page)

“Can I join you ladies?” I ask when I approach them. Indi and Megan both say, “No,” in unison. I ignore them and take a seat anyway. They don’t say a word to me the whole time, but I’m not fussed. When the bell sounds, I rise. “It was a pleasure dining with you both,” I chuckle. I hear Indi growl as I walk away. It only serves to make my smile grow.

As I leave the lunchroom, Brad shoulder-barges me as he walks past. “Watch out fucker,” I say as he walks off. He laughs as he hurries away. Gutless prick. He’ll keep.

When the final bell sounds for the day I make my way towards the car park. As I approach my car, I notice a few people crowded around. As I get closer, I see exactly why.

What the fuck!

Indiana

I debated whether to get a lift home with Carter, but he’s such a stubborn arse. I knew he’d hunt me down if I didn’t show up. I actually make it to the car park before him. As soon as my eyes land on his car, my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach.

I stand there in shock, until a minute or so later when Carter arrives. I watch on in horror as he drops his backpack to the ground. His hands fist in his hair and complete devastation crosses his face. I don’t blame him. I know how much he loves his car. Who would scoop so low? My first thought is Brad. I’m guessing it was him anyway.
Lowlife.

Someone has slashed all four tyres. The windscreen is smashed in. There are dents all over the exterior and, what looks like paint, splashed across the hood. Someone has definitely taken to it with a baseball bat.

“Carter,” I say as I rush towards him. “I’m so sorry.”

I reach out and try to grab hold of his arm, but he shrugs me off. “Don’t,” he says through gritted teeth. He briefly makes eye contact with me before his gaze moves back to his car. His poor smashed up car. My heart hurts for him.

He looks angry. I’m not sure if it’s directed at me, or whoever is responsible for this. If it is in fact Brad, Carter may blame me for what’s happened. Either way, nobody deserves something like this. Reaching into my bag, I pull out my phone.

“Daddy, it’s me,” I say as soon as he answers. “Can you come to the school? Someone has trashed Carter’s car.”

“What? What do you mean trashed his car?” he asks.

“The tyres are slashed and the windscreen and exterior look like they’ve been taken to with a bat. There’s paint thrown all over the hood, too,” I reply.

“What?” he screams. “I’m on my way. If there’s any witnesses, make sure they hang around.” I can tell he’s upset. I know he loves this car just as much as Carter does. Who would do something so sick?

My dad arrives within five minutes. Carter is still standing there in shock. He hasn’t said a word. His body language screams what hasn’t been said. I feel for him. After my dad talks to all the bystanders, he makes his way back to us.

“Nobody saw anything,” he says in a disappointed tone. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this.” Carter still doesn’t speak. “We’ll get it back to the way it was, son,” my dad reassures him resting his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll help you.” Carter doesn’t react, but my father’s words make me smile. I know he means what he says.

Once the tow truck comes and takes the car away, my father drops us off at home. “Carter, wait,” I call out as he jumps out of the car and storms towards his house. He doesn’t stop. I feel my shoulders slump. I feel so bad for him.

“Leave him be,” my dad says from behind me. “Just give him some time to calm down. I can understand why he’s upset. Don’t take it personally.”

“Thanks for coming out,” I say when he leans down and kisses my forehead. He needs to get back to work. “I hope you find who’s responsible for this, Daddy.”

“Do you have any idea who may have done this?” he asks.

“I know he had a run-in with Brad Cartwright yesterday. That may be a good place to start.” I don’t go into detail. That’ll only serve to get me
and
Carter into trouble as well.

“Okay, Pumpkin. I’ll look into it.” He kisses me before getting back into the car. I stand there and watch him drive away. As I head towards the house, my eyes are fixed next door. I really want to go to him, but my dad said give him time to calm down. I think that’s a good idea. I decide to call Meg instead.

“What the hell happened to Carter’s car?” she asks. Thinking about his car makes me instantly agitated.

“Brad Cartwright would be my best guess.”

“You think?” she asks in a shocked tone.

“I’m not sure if Carter has any other enemies at school. Although with his attitude, he’s probably pissed a lot of people off,” I admit.

“Maybe.”

“I wish I could do something to help him, Meg,” I confess. “I feel so bad for him. You should’ve seen his face. He loves that car.”

“Yeah, it was a pretty shitty thing to do. He may need to sell his body again to get the money for the repairs.”

“God. Don’t say that.” I feel sick in the stomach now. I hope that’s not the case.

••••

Once my homework’s done, I make something to eat before having a shower. As I lay on my bed, I can’t stop thinking about Carter. I wonder how he’s doing. Standing, I look over towards his bedroom. The light is on, but the blinds are closed. Do I dare go over there? I know I’m not going to be able to sleep until I find out if he’s okay.

My mind made up, I climb out of my window. “Carter. You in there?” I call out after knocking on the glass.

“What the hell?” he says opening his blinds a few seconds later. His hair is wet and his chest is bare. He must’ve just had a shower. God he’s delicious.

“Can I come in?” I ask. Do I even dare enter his room after what happened between us yesterday?

“What do you want?” he asks annoyed when he opens the window.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine. Go home,” he bites. I hate it when he speaks to me like that. I understand that he’s upset, but he’s taking it out on the wrong person.

“Okay,” I say disappointed and a little annoyed. What an arse. I know he’s upset, but he doesn’t have to be so damn rude. I turn and head back towards my house.

“Wait,” he shouts. I stop but don’t turn around. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“So, can I come in?” I ask with a smile when I turn around to face him. He exhales and then rolls his eyes.

“Fine. If you must.” I head back towards his window where he leans out ready to haul me inside.

“Wow. Your room looks different from in here,” I say as my eyes dart around everywhere. It’s so neat and tidy for a boy’s room. Tidier than mine. It’s quite bare. No pictures or posters hanging on the walls. He has a bed, desk, bedside table and a set of drawers, but that’s about it.

When my eyes finally meet his, he’s smiling for some reason. I try my best not to look any lower than his face. I don’t want him to think I’m checking him out, because I know that’s exactly what I’ll be doing.

“So does your room,” he smirks. Memories of yesterday enter my mind making me blush. “Why are you turning red?” I narrow my eyes at him. Coming here was a bad idea. Turning, I head towards the window. “Wait. I’m just messing with you,
kid
. Don’t go.”

He reaches out and pulls me back until my body lands against his. My back is flush with his chest. Having him so close sends tingles running through my body. My senses are engulfed by his delicious scent. God he smells so good.

Not moving, I keep my body right where it is—against him. One of his arms snakes around my waist drawing me even closer, while his other hand reaches up, pulling my hair to the side. He runs his nose from the base of my neck up to my ear.

“You smell delicious,” he whispers against my skin, making me shiver. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. “You taste good, too.” I lean my head back against his chest and whimper. “I love those little noises you make. It turns me on,” he breathes. His warm breath against my skin makes it pebble with goose bumps.

He thrusts his hips forward to prove his point. I feel his erection pressing into my lower back. Knowing I have that effect on him does funny things to my lady parts. Slowly, he turns me in his arms and slightly tugs on my hair, tilting my head back until I’m looking up at him. The desire I see in his eyes makes me ache between my legs. He gazes down at me for what seems like forever, before his face slowly inches towards mine.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers when his lips are near mine.

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. He places his mouth gently on mine. He lets go of my hair and slides his fingers through my locks, digging them into my scalp to bring my face closer. My arms curl around his waist as I push my body further into his, causing him to groan into my mouth. This kiss is sweet and incredibly hot, just like our first time. He really is an exceptional kisser.

When I open my mouth slightly, he slips his tongue inside and deepens the kiss. Turning me, he walks me backwards until my legs come in contact with his bed. He gently lays me down, climbing over me, never once breaking the kiss.

Pulling back he gives me one of his rare, breathtakingly beautiful smiles. He brushes my hair back off my face before leaning down and placing his lips on mine again. We make out for what seems like an eternity. I’m so turned on.

Eventually pulling out of the kiss, he looks down at me, smiling. “I can’t believe I have you here sprawled out on my bed. Now what am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want,” I answer shamelessly. I want him to do anything and everything. His eyes close briefly as he groans at the thought. When they open again he gives me a mischievous look. My heart starts to race. Is it wrong that I want him to do bad things to me, because I do?

“As much as I’d like to, kid, I’m not going to fuck you. Your first time should be with someone special. That’s not me.” He must see the disappointment cross my face, because by Christ that’s exactly what I’m feeling. “It doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” he smirks. I’m upset this isn’t going to go all the way. I want him to be my first.

I want that more than anything.

He brings his lips down to mine again. I’m so incredibly turned on by his kisses. I desperately need some friction down below. I shift my legs from underneath him, spreading them before pulling him down on top of me. He settles in between them.

His hand slides underneath my pyjama top. He growls into my mouth when he feels I’m not wearing a bra. He cups my breast in his hand and runs his thumb over my hard nipple, thrusting his pelvis forward at the same time.
Yes.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers against my mouth. His erection hits me right where I need it, making me moan. He does it again, and again. My hands slide down his muscular back until they are resting on his arse. He has the most amazing arse. All round, tight and delicious. Using my hands to push him down, my hips lift up meeting him thrust for thrust. There’s only two thin pieces of fabric separating us.
God I wish there wasn’t.

We both continue to move in sync. It’s like we’re having sex, but with clothes on. I really want to be doing it with him. I want to feel him inside me. “I … I think I’m going to come,” I mutter a few minutes later. He groans into my mouth again, pressing his erection hard against my clit, moving his hips in a circular motion. It feels amazing.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he urges. Within seconds my orgasm hits me hard.

“Yes,” I moan as my head pushes back into the pillow and my body trembles from the intensity. My nails dig into his arse cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. He doesn’t stop moving until I’m finished. Pulling back, his hooded eyes meet mine.

“I need to taste you now,” he breathes. Sitting back on his haunches, he slides my pyjama bottoms down my legs, taking my panties with them. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, but for some reason, with him, I don’t feel self-conscious at all. “Sweet Jesus. You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he states.

The thought of him imagining me naked pleases me. A lot. He spreads my legs wide, gazing down at me. Appreciation is written all over his handsome face. He exhales and then smiles. Leaning forward he lifts my back slightly off the bed as he pulls my top over my head. “I need to see all of you.” Returning to his haunches, I watch as his eyes caress my body. The look he gives me is so hot I’m surprised it doesn’t scorch my skin. “Perfect,” he breathes, making me smile.
He thinks I’m perfect.
His fingers lightly caress my skin leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.

His impressive hard manhood is straining against his pyjama bottoms. I want to do something for him, but I have no idea what. I just want to please him like he pleases me.

Placing his hands on either side of my hips, he leans forward. He lays a sweet kiss on my stomach before his tongue trails a path up to my breasts. His eyes meet mine as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” I say as my eyes close and my fingers thread through his hair. I never knew my body was capable of feeling such extraordinary pleasure. I could easily get addicted to these feelings.

“Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s making you feel like this,” he demands as his tongue makes a trail over to my other breast. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses down my abdomen. I find every word, every movement he makes completely erotic. “I love how your body responds to my touch.”

I should be nervous that he’s heading south, but I’m not. I want to experience everything with him.
Everything.

When he settles between my legs, he looks up and smiles as he inches forward. He parts my lips with his fingers before blowing his warm breath over my clit. His eyes never once leave mine. It makes my breath hitch and my body shiver in anticipation. His tongue darts out and he licks a line straight up my centre. His eyelids flutter shut and he groans against my sensitive flesh.

“So sweet,” he murmurs. Reaching down I thread my fingers through his hair.

“Oh God,” I moan. I have no words for how incredible this feels.
No words.
His eyes spring open and he pulls back slightly.