The Story of Me (Carnage #2)

“You want me, you come here.” I’m in front of her in two strides. I pull my hoodie up and over her head and pull her naked body into mine and breathe her in.

“I’ve missed you so much. I was so fucking scared, Kitten. I had no idea about any of this until I got off the plane, and when no one could get you on the phone, or knew where you were… fuck. I’ve never felt panic like it.”

“I’m sorry. I forgot I put my phone on silent. I had a shower and was going to phone Mum or Jim or someone to let them know where I was, but I must’ve fallen asleep. Please don’t be angry with me,” she says into my chest. I close my eyes.

“Angry? I’m not angry, Kitten. I wanna fuck the living daylights out of ya, not beat ya. I wanna kiss and lick every square inch of ya. I wanna worship ya inside and out so you understand how sorry I am and exactly what you mean to me.”

She kisses the corner of my mouth where it’s cut. “I split your lip.”

I shake my head. “No, Benny split my lip. You just opened it up again.”

“How the fuck did Benny split your lip?” I look down at her. It’s pointless telling her not to swear so I don’t even bother.

“He smacked me in the mouth.”

“Why?”

I shrug and let out a long breath. “Coz apparently I’m a selfish prick.”

She smiles. “Good for Benny.”

“Oh, cheers.”

“You’re welcome.”

We stare at each other silently for a while, until I can’t wait any more. “I need to be inside you.”

She nods her head. “I need you to be inside me.”

I walk her backwards towards the bed, and as the backs of her knees hit the mattress, I lower her down, then swing her legs around. I drop the towel from my hips and climb onto the bed and position myself over her.

“I had such big plans for tonight, Kitten, but now I’m just gonna fuck ya. No ifs, no buts, no foreplay, just fuck.” I look down at her. “Don’t ever doubt me again.” She closes her eyes for a few seconds.

“I should’ve waited till I had all the facts. I’m sorry. You’d think I would’ve learnt by now.” She lets out a deep sigh.

“Shush, let’s fuck. We’ll talk after.” She smiles at me and my heart bounces about all over the fucking show inside my chest.

“Yeah, let’s fuck,” she says. I’m hard and desperate as I slide inside her. She feels wet and warm. She feels like Kitten. She feels like home.





Chapter Twenty-Eight


Georgia



I lay wrapped in Cam’s big strong arms in the middle of our big bed at the Wharf apartment. My head rests on his shoulder as I reach up and touch the four ugly claw marks on his left cheek. The marks I left. Marks caused by me and my temper. By me reacting before I’d gotten all the facts.

When I showered earlier, I was thinking I was going to sit down and talk to him about these allegations calmly, because in my head, I’m someone who can do that. In reality, however, this wave of anger just washes over me and it’s like I have no control. I just want to break something… Or someone. I study the red marks down to where they disappear into his beard. The beard he grew for me.

“I like your beard.” He looks down and gives me a small smile, and despite the epic fuck session we’ve just spent the last couple of hours having, he still looks a little pissed off.

“I grew it for you.” Now I feel even worse. “I know how much you hate it when it’s stubbly, so I thought if I didn’t shave the whole time I was away, it should be past that stage by the time I got home.” I’m about to say thanks for thinking of me when he continues, “Good job I grew it really. Lessened the blow of your right hook and saved my cheek from being clawed through down to the bone by your nails.” I tilt my head back slightly so I can look at him.

“If you didn’t stick your dick in random women’s mouths, none of this would’ve happened.”

He shakes his head at me. “If you hadn’t have jumped into a taxi and performed your usual running away trick instead of staying and listening to what I had to say in Sydney, then I would’ve been sticking my dick in your mouth and not some random woman’s.”

I close my eyes. I don’t want to argue. I’m exhausted. The last thing I want to do is argue with the man I love. The man I’ve missed so much.

“Why’d you go running to him?”

“What?” I don’t know what he’s talking about. I didn’t run to anyone.

“You got Benny to drop you off at his old place. Why’d you go there?” I reach up and touch his face.

“It was the only place I could think of where I could be alone. I didn’t stay though.” I brush my thumb over his split and swollen lip. “As soon as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, I knew it was wrong. I… It felt disrespectful to both of you. I shouldn’t have gone there. I’m sorry.” He strokes the back of my arm with his fingertips.