Page 17 of Just One Promise (The Carter Brothers 3)
“Nothing better, babe. When we’re home, I’ll get you up and out on a set of waves,” he responded, and that was that.
My apartment was just that, an apartment. It was a place to lay my head down, to work, and that was it, nothing more and nothing less.
Though with Heath here, it feels ten times better. We stopped on our way to my complex to get boxes. The good thing about this place is that it came furnished from yard sale finds and curbs. I’d paint furniture to spruce it a little bit. It wasn’t that I was cheap, it was that I’m frugal. I’ve been that way since I found a steady job.
I’d just put as much away as possible, saving for experiences. Mostly small things around town or just a couple of days here and there, nothing like the one I’m on now. It’s been the best time of my life.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” I tell Heath as we walk-in. I turn on the lights, both of our hands full with boxes, and Heath’s bag he brought with a change of clothes.
When I say humble, I truly mean that, it’s a one-bedroom apartment. I wanted a dog, but my landlord put the kibosh on that. Maybe I can talk Heath into a dog, and soon.
“It’s cute, and entirely you. You’ll have to bring some life into our place.” I love him for saying that, it calms me.
“Thank you, I guess we better get started,” I walk over to my bookshelves, pulling out everything I want to take with us. Books, nick knacks, photo albums, and a few framed pictures of my dad and me.
Heath walks over, taking one off the shelf, it’s when I was eighteen, right before my dad decided he was going to live a free and easy life. I’m in a bikini, after spending the day out on the lake, “God damn, if we are lucky enough to have children, I am completely fucked. Look at you, Baby. Even back then, not sure how your dad could ever leave you. I know I sure as fuck couldn’t.” I stop what I’m doing, jump to my feet, and launch myself into his arms.
Heath has so many sides to him, and the protector in him may be my favorite. Even when we were on the dance floor, he made sure no one could see what he was doing to my body.
I wrap myself around him, he picks me up, walking us until my back lands against the wall, his mouth never leaving mine. I pull my shirt off, needing his skin against mine. Something both of us love and enjoy.
“Where’s your bed, Baby,” he asks.
“Hmmm,” I mumble, my mouth finds the side of his neck and I latch on, licking and sucking every inch I can of his.
“Fuck, I’ll just take you right here on the couch,” he replies.
He does just that, we’re both stripped bare, and he’s inside me with one hard thrust.
“Gonna make you come, and it’s going to be fast,” Heath grunts. His hips piston in between my thighs, I push into him, wanting to get there when he does.
“Please,” I moan, the moment I feel him come inside me, it triggers my own orgasm, and we come together.
27
Heath
Audrey and I woke up early this morning, yes even my “I’m never waking up early” woman, woke up early. Though, I think it was mainly the donuts and coffee that tempted her the most.
It took us a few hours this morning and what we worked on last night, and now everything is completely done. My Tahoe is packed to the brim and everything else will fit in Mason’s truck.
Audrey took a shower after everything was packed, not wanting to be sticky and sweaty on our long trip home. I take a look around her place, noticing how much she’s leaving behind, she brushed it off, saying it was just things. Everything else can be replaced, fuck that. She won’t ever feel like she has to replace anything again.
I hear the water turn off at the same time a knock comes from the front door.
“Right on time,” I say as I open the door and see my brothers standing on the other side.
“Damn, she sure did live a long fucking ways away,” Rome grumbles. I know it’s because he left Summer at home with Sawyer and Parker, both of his boys are under the weather. Audrey and I told him he didn’t have to come, but Summer the angel she is, practically shoved him out the door and called mom to come over as back up.
“That’s for sure, it was going to be hard for a commute, but I would have done it,” I reply.
“If it were Quinn I would too, heard we have a family event to do next week,” Mason wags his eyebrows and I double over laughing. This shithead, “Yeah, not sure when I’ll ask, but I want it on me in case it pops up when I least expect it.”
