Never Get Enough (Enough #1) (4 page)

             
My practice starts at 6:00 a.m. and I probably will have another one at 2 p.m. so I get up, write Carter a note and get my ass to practice. I think on the drive there about how it is to be with her. All we have done is make out this week and just hang out together. We’ve hiked, watched movies, swam in the pool, and played video games. The only way life could get more perfect is if we could start sleeping together. I don’t just mean sex, but I want to go to bed cuddled to her and wake up next to her in the morning. When that happens I feel like I could not ask for a single thing more in life.

             
I finally pull in to the football field parking lot and see I am the first one here except for the coach. “Hey Coach Wesley, you ready for an undefeated season?” He grins and says,”You bet your ass I am, Cameron. You going to do what you need to this year and give it to me?” I smirk back at him and say, “I sure as hell am going to give it my best shot, Coach. Have we got anybody to take over as my wide receiver since Mike graduated? Keller had the rest of the defense ready even without him this year. Cole might not have Keller’s skill level but he brings the size we need for our defense.” The Coach nods at that in agreement and then adds, “We do have a wide receiver that has a ton of talent. His dad got transferred here with his job so that his son could have the chance to play on this team. His name is Tanner Boyd, and he played for a small town high school team in West Virginia, but his dad thinks that if he was on a more visible team that he might be able to get a college scholarship. What better team to play for than the returning Virginia State Champs that need a wide receiver. We will see how he works with you today and if we can utilize him into a starter. Now enough about football, how has Carter been this summer? Missed seeing her face around town, did you guys head down to stay with Keller in Florida while he was getting situated with the Florida State Team?”

Now this is what my girl does to almost all guys with a pulse, she turns them into
slobbering idiots. My coach is a twenty six year old college graduate but still has a crush on Carter. He has been looking for her around town. It would be really sad if I wouldn’t do the same thing if I didn’t live with her. “She’s doing great, Coach. Volleyball practice starts today, and she will have dance team practices three times a week too. So she’s going to be busy but really wants to captain both.” He smiles probably just thinking about her and then says, “I am glad she is still doing dance team even with all the pressure on her for the volleyball state championships. Our games just wouldn’t be the same without her out there at half-time.” I nod in agreement and just decide to let the Carter love fest go. Coach Wesley is a good guy and would never make a move, and I get it, a guy can dream. Up until two weeks ago, that’s all I’d been doing.

I hear a whole lot more cars pulling into the parking lot and wait to see all my boys pulling up. I
have really missed hanging with them these last few weeks, but too many of them have crushes on Carter so it wouldn’t have been easy to just be with her with them all there. Now I feel we will be comfortable being around people and being together, but at first I wanted it to be just me and her. “Where the fuck have you been hiding?” yells my friend Jace. “I call your cell phone and nobody answers. Come to your house and nobody opens the door. Did you and Carter go on a trip and not tell anybody. I thought we might have to find a new quarterback, man.” Then he punches me in the shoulder, not lightly either. “Very funny, Carter and I were just spending some time together and getting used to Keller not being here. I knew I would see you today, Jace. Stop bitching.” I laughed to myself at that because as soon as he found out Carter and I are together, Jace was going to freak. He was a good looking guy with blond hair and brown eyes, but ever since Carter had walked in his homeroom in 9
th
grade, he swears he would marry her someday. He would write Jace and Carter forever on his notebook that year. I made fun of him so bad for it but most of the other guys held the same fantasies so they didn’t give him a lot of crap like I did.

Al
l the other guys started walking up too. Cole who would be the leader of our defense, Gray and Grant, twin brothers and awesome offensive lineman, and most of the other guys that made up our state championship team. The only one I didn’t recognize was a guy who was in awesome shape and had dark hair with an almost shaved head and bright light blue eyes. He came looking ready to play. I’m thinking this is our new wide receiver. I am curious to see whether he will give me attitude or be ready to work with me on the plays. I stick out my hand and say, “Hey, man. I am Brayden Cameron, the quarterback. I heard you had some major skills. Welcome to the team, man.” He genuinely smiled and reaches out to give me a strong shake, “Hey, great to meet you, man. I’m Tanner Boyd, and I’m hoping to be your new wide receiver. I’m a big fan. You play with a great combination of mental and athletic skills.” This is looking very good; I think Tanner and I are going to get along just fine. We head out to the field and run laps, do drills, and then work on some plays.

Three hours later the co
ach calls practice, and then announces that the rest of the week we have two a days. I knew it was coming so I didn’t even groan. We need the practice if we want another state championship title. I ask the guys if they want to come back to my house after practice to swim and eat. They ask if Carter will be there, and I tell them I don’t know. Her practices could go longer or shorter than mine. But I can’t wait for us to tell them we are together if she is there. I’m ready for everybody to know she’s my girl. I asked the new guy, Tanner, if he wanted to come over but he still had to help his parents unpack and shit.

We get to my house and Jace is trying to convince me that I need to throw
a party this Friday since I’ve ignored all my friends these last two weeks. “Come on, dude. You and Carter can just hire somebody to clean up afterwards. You want Carter to be able to let loose a little more. Why not at her own house? Please, you never used to throw parties here cause you and Keller didn’t want Carter in that scene. Now you want her to have some fun her senior year, don’t you?” I slowly nod my head but mentally agree that it is a good idea. I want to start our senior year out the right way, and I can control the environment a little more at our own house. No drugs anywhere around Carter, and I can kick any guys out that I don’t trust too. “Alright, alright, Jace, you’ve convinced me. I will get kegs, drinks, and food for the party. Tell people to bring their swimsuits but nobody gets naked in the pool. I don’t want Carter around an orgy.”

“What about in the bedrooms?” Jace asks as he has a suggestive look on his face.
I decide to rag on him a little, “Dude, you are such a horndog. What about all that shit about you wanting to marry Carter. I am going to tell her you are planning on getting busy with someone in one of our guest bedrooms.” He starts to panic then and makes excuses, “Come on, Bray. You know I was just kidding. I am just biding time until Carter realizes I’m her one and only.” Shaking my head, “Just kidding, dude. I’m not going to tattle on you. Hook up with whoever you want.” Just then Cole, Gray, and Grant arrive. “Hey, man, I think Carter just pulled into the garage. Did she get a new convertible?” I nod and explain, “Yeah, it’s a new BMW with even more horsepower. She loves that thing, but her driving scares the hell out of me. She’s trying to convince me now that we need matching Ducatis. Hell, no, I want her alive and safe.” Cole shakes his head at all this, “How can you guys even live like that. You buy new cars and motorcycles like we buy lunches. The life you guys have is so awesome. You have no parents to ride you about curfews, rules, and shit.” People just don’t understand that having parents at home when you are young is priceless. No amount of money can ever heal me or Carter completely. We are fucked up from not having parents that care. I don’t even think we have seen how affected we are by it yet, but we will have to deal with it for forever. So I tell Cole the truth, “Man, I would trade all of that for some parents who gave a shit about us.”

Carter walks in then in her volleyball shorts and a sports bra and all conversation in the room stops. All of us have to recover from her cleavage glistening with sweat and her tight ass in the most fitted shorts known to man. Then she does something that shocks the boys even more and leans over to
me and says, “Hey, Bray, how was your morning? Loved my note, thanks for thinking of me.” She leans over then and gives me a kiss. Not just a peck but with tongue. I groan and forget all the guys are there. Start lifting her by her ass until she pulls back and says with a giggle, “Bray, this might not be the best time to start all that, I was just saying hello.” I finally remember the guys and look around at them. They are in a state of shock. Carter tries to say hey to them but they don’t really respond. She instructs me on how to put a lasagna in that Lana, our housekeeper, made earlier. And then she goes upstairs to take a shower.

After she leaves, Jace is the first to shake off his shock and he goes to his usual, “What the fuck, man? When did this happen? I thought you felt asexual towards her
. The rest of us have had her as the main star of our spank banks since ninth grade but you’ve never said one thing about her being hot even. I thought she was like your sister, man. I’m your best friend and you never told me you would even ever go there. And now what, you’re together. What the hell is this?”

I just feel myself smirking and I don’t even know what to say. I know every guy here worships the ground Carter walks on. But I also knew that it would be me or Keller who actually got to be with her. Carter trusts no one
except the two of us, but she is genuine and sweet to everyone around her. “Man, I was going to tell you as soon as I could. Carter and I wanted to have some time to ourselves first before we told everyone about being together. It’s been amazing to be with her though and just hold her hand and kiss her when I want.” I could tell they all wanted to know if we had slept together, but they were also scared I would kick their asses if they asked. That was not their business, and I didn’t want anyone else saying Carter and sex in the same sentence.

             
She came back down the stairs then in short jean shorts and a halter top. “Bray, how long do we have on the lasagna?” Whoops, I hadn’t put the timer on the oven, but she had already realized that and put the timer on it. Then she asked everyone, “Do we want to play football before dinner?” Now the list of why I love Carter is endless, but this is one of those things that is just her. She takes literally ten minutes to get ready but looks like a cover model all the time. She also gets a shower and then is still ready to play football with the guys.

All the guys yel
led yes excitedly and we all hustled outside together. We split into teams and sadly she’s never on mine because she is the best quarterback other than me. We start, and her team quickly scores a touchdown and then we do. This goes on back and forth until Cole sacks her and tackles her to the ground. This makes me tense because I’ve never liked anyone else’s hands on her. He doesn’t just help her up but lifts her to put her back on the ground, and I can tell he wants to brush off her ass by his hands hovering over it. It might be the most perfect looking ass I’ve ever seen because of all the volleyball and dancing, but he shouldn’t even think about touching it if he wants to live. He must have shaken himself out of his fixation with Carter’s ass because he glances at me and see me glaring. He comes back to our team huddle, and we make a plan to distract Grant and get by Jace. Carter is a great quarterback but not so good at defense because she’s so tiny. I get the ball and start down the field. Everything falls into place until Carter does not fall back. She goes at me for the full tackle, and I go down because I can’t figure out another way to get her off me and not hurt her. She lands on me and then raises her hand up in celebration. She starts moving around and dancing on top of me which is just softly jostling my dick back and forth. Her breasts are spilling out of her shirt and are mesmerizing me with their bouncing.

I was concentrating on scoring a touchdown until
I let Carter tackle me and now all I can concentrate on is trying to prevent my dick from busting through my jeans with how hard it is. Uh oh, I just noticed how all my friends are also staring at the show that consists of Carter’s jiggling breast and decide it’s time to break it up. I whisper to just her, “Baby, can you please stop dancing on top of me? I’m getting embarrassingly turned on in front of everybody.” She leans down and whispers, “I know, that’s why I kept doing it. I love when I feel your dick pressed against me.” I laugh, “You little vixen, you are intentionally putting me in a state of pain.” She bites her lip, which right now makes everything worse, “I want to help you fix that tonight when everybody leaves. Will you let me touch you tonight?” She asked me so sweetly and of course if she wanted to touch me I would let her touch my dick and explore it all night, but the bastard in me came out a little for some reason when I looked at her angel face. “If you want to touch it, you have to ask me if you can and call it by the right name.” I was teasing her and meant if she did that she would do it later after everybody left, but she took me seriously. She took a deep breath and leaned over me. Her tits were literally sprawled in my face. I wanted to lick one of her nipples through her shirt and would have if the boys were not still watching us. She looked straight at me and whispered, “Bray, may I please touch and kiss your dick tonight?” That made me almost cum in my pants. I shook my head at her though, and her face fell in disappointment. “Baby, I have to be able to explore and touch you first, and I am making no promises about when you touch me. Once you do, I know it’ll be over, and I want to enjoy every second I can of you. When it comes to you, I’m testing my control to the limit.” My explanation seemed to have helped her understand things a little better because she didn’t look as disappointed after that.