Page 113 of Unhinged Kallie

“What did you want to tell me,” I asked, and it was my turn to grip his hair as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My hands roamed over his body, taking in the feel of him under my fingertips.

“Patience is a virtue,” he said, flicking his tongue over my sensitive little bud.

“Maybe, but sinners have more fun.” I lifted my ass and brought it down hard. Carter groaned, his chest muscles flexing. “Now tell me, who do I need to make bleed?”

Kissing me hard, he cleared my mind of all other thoughts and made me scream into his mouth as he lifted my ass and pulled me down on him. Growling like an animal, he stood and pushed me through the coats until we were in a little cave of jackets.

Someone chose that moment to try to open the door, but Carter ignored it and focused on thrusting into me. He swallowed down every scream. I ran my nails down his chest, and he took me harder until my head was light, and the denied orgasm from earlier ripped through my body. As soon as I came, Carter picked up the pace, pressing me harder into the wall of coats. He pulled away from my mouth and bit the side of my neck hard. I came again as he released with a deep groan that vibrated through my body. I could feel him twitching and flexing inside my body, and I was growing as addicted to that as everything else about him.

Carter nipped at my earlobe and whispered, “I was a virgin until you took advantage of me. While I was roofied, I might add.”

“What?” I was shocked. Pulling out of the coats, he sat me down on my feet and helped get my dress back into place. “How is that possible? You even said we couldn’t be together because you wanted to have sex.”

I helped him do up the buttons on his shirt as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“I had to say something to get you to stop pushing. I wanted you so bad and felt like such a perv for it. Ever wonder why I took ten showers a day? I’m a guy, but I’m not that dirty. Well, I was dirty in there thinking about you,” he said.

“Wait…you…you waited for me?”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. I dated lots as a cover, but I got rid of them before they expected sex, or you killed them.” He cupped my face and kissed me slowly. It was the sweetest kiss we’d ever shared. “I keep telling you, I’ve always been yours.”

I laid my hand over his heart. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes. Why?”

I smiled, the guilt making me sick to my stomach. “I just want to make sure you know that you’re the light that burns bright in my darkened heart.”

“I don’t see you like that,” he said.

“I know, that’s what I love the most about you.”

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to say something else?” His intelligent eyes searched my face.

Grabbing his hand, I laughed like he was ridiculous.

“We better get back,” I said, unlocking the door. Some things just had to be done, and I hoped Carter forgave me.

Chapter Forty-Three

CARTER

My suspicion grew the longer we were here. Kallie was not the type to take crazy pictures, but she dragged me to each photo op and took a bunch. Then we danced with Talon, Bo, her friend Alex, and her date until we were all out of breath. Something was off.

But what really struck me as strange was when a girl named Tracy got bold enough to turn in our direction and sneer.

“Disgusting,” she said, her judgemental stare darting between me and Kallie. “I always knew there was something wrong with you.”

“Don’t you dare to speak to her like that,” I growled. Her date stepped back as I glared at him, but Kallie grabbed my hand.

“It’s fine. Let them think what they want. Who cares, this was the reaction I was after,” she said and smiled.

The couple wandered off, and I looked down at Kallie. “You planning to…you know, later?”

“No, I knew that is what people would think.” She shrugged, and red flags waved high in the air.

“Attention, everyone,” the principal said as the music quieted. “We will now bring up those nominated for Prom Queen and King.” He held up cards like this was an awards show. “The first person I’d like to ask to make their way backstage is Talon Buchanan.”

Talon squealed and dashed backstage. There was nothing about that choice that surprised me.