Page 7 of Just One Promise (The Carter Brothers 3)
He’s also the biggest pain in my ass, it took me months to plan a vacation without him throwing a temper tantrum.
“Thank you, that would be great, and if there is a cancellation fee, well, that’s okay too.” It’s not her fault Heath and I are diving straight into living together. I swear this is stupid crazy, but I can’t let this chance go.
“You’re all good to go Ms. Smith, there’s no fee, and I hope you enjoyed your stay,” she tells me.
“Thank you again,” I turn to leave and run right into Heath. I was so into what I was doing, I didn’t notice him behind me.
“Hey,” I mumble.
“Audrey,” hearing the timber in his voice, I know just what that means and how he says my name on a husky moan when he’s coming deep inside me. I didn’t get a chance to take a shower or change yet, something else I need to do as soon as we get back.
“Heath,” my own voice sounding foreign to me.
“That’s our cue to go,” he grunts, moving both bags to one hand, he places his other on my waist and guides me through the doors and to his truck. Once again staying behind me, so I won’t flash everyone and God’s creation.
He places my luggage in the back and then we’re heading back to his place.
11
Heath
When we get back to my place, I show Audrey where the laundry room is and let her get things going, while I make my way around my place opening the windows to let the ocean breeze in today.
The weather is perfect for this time of year, plus I hate my house feeling all locked up like a dungeon. Too many times in my past before I was adopted there was no light, the windows weren’t allowed to be opened. They didn’t want to wake up from their all-night bender.
I’m sliding the back door open when Audrey says, “Hey, I’m going to take a shower. Do you need me to do anything beforehand?”
There’s plenty of things I want her to do. A visualization of Audrey on her knees, as I slowly feed her my cock pops into my head. The water from the shower would be beating down our water slicked skin. My dick has been in a semi-hard state all day, now with the thought of her in the shower, it has it standing up and begging for attention.
“Nope, just going to turn the television on and look at what the surf report will be tomorrow morning,” I tell her as I plop down on the couch.
Audrey comes over to me, my eyes never leaving her body. She’s bolder than she has been today, climbing on my lap and straddling me. “Thank you, Heath,” her lips come down on mine. It’s slow, sweet, and soulful. It’s simply Audrey. My hands glide up the outside of her thighs, trailing up to her bare ass, pulling her in closer.
“It’s me that should be thanking you,” I reply when we pull apart, my lips trailing a path down her neck until it meets the base of her shoulder.
My hands slowly leave her skin, even though I don’t want to. Not when all I want to do is pull her in closer and let her see how much she affects me.
“Well how about we’re both thankful for each other?” she questions.
“I can get down with that,” I wink, she slides off my lap, leaving me to take the shower I know she wants.
My head falls back on the couch and I know what I have to do. I pull out my phone from my pocket and text my brothers. I already know I’m going to be in a ration of shit, but hey, I would have told them everything that happened if their lazy asses weren’t in bed all morning while I was out surfing.
Me: Fuck me running, it happened.
Mason: Wait. What happened?
Rome: My eyes, I can’t believe my eyes. Did the “I’m Heath, and I’m never settling down” meet his match?
I roll my eyes before responding.
Me: Yeah, hit me from out of nowhere. Surf tomorrow?
Mason: Quinn is gonna say “I told you so” and yeah, I’ll be sure to be there.
Rome: Count me in.
I toss my phone on the coffee table and prop my feet up while Audrey’s in the shower. If there’s one thing I know from watching my brothers with their wives, they knew instantly Summer and Quinn were made for them, just like I know Audrey is made for me.
12
Audrey
When I walked out of the bathroom after finally showering and washing my hair, Heath was in the bedroom. Making room in his dresser for my clothes, I was perfectly okay with living out of my suitcase, but he wasn’t having that, stating, “I want you to feel comfortable here.”
