Savannah and Carson cleaned up the kitchen after their shower. They had not only to clean the kitchen, but they also planned to go to the grocery store for more eggs. They also needed a few other things, so it was the ideal time to go.
Savannah watched Carson's arms flex as he mopped the floor. Savannah enjoyed seeing his body in all its glory. It is a wonder Maeve wanted him so badly, given how amazing he is. Savannah understands exactly how it feels to be close to him. Carson had no idea what reaction he elicited from either of them.
Carson smirked, noticing Savannah staring at him. They had not finished their conversation when Cole walked in. He wanted to know how she felt so badly. There was something about the way she always looked at him. Should he push for more or let it go?
Savannah turned away after she was caught staring at him. After nearly spilling her secrets, the last thing she needed was for him to get the wrong idea. Not that it would be wrong, but she was not ready to tell him how she truly felt. There was already a lot going on. Adding that to their plate seemed like too much for her.
Carson, however, was desperate to find out. "Baby, be honest." He cleared his throat. "Is there a chance you feel something more than friendship between us?"
Savannah smiled, hoping it would all go away. "We are fwb's," she cooed. "Obviously there's something sexual here."
"Okay, don't shorten it like that and I'm serious," he said with a dip in tone. "I just need to know." He was pleading at this point.
However, Savannah did not feel comfortable telling him the truth. Denial is not the best way to handle this, but it is better for her sanity. "Carson, I..." she trailed off, unsure what to say next. "Do you think it matters if I see you as more than just a friend?"
"Are you kidding? Of course, it'll matter." He chuckled. "Why do you think I'm asking? For shits and giggles?"
Savannah shrugged, still finding it difficult to deliver the news to him. She was always afraid he would reject her. That she would never be enough for him because of their friendship's history. Outside of their close circle of friends, no one had considered them together. Savannah was just a girl Carson would occasionally hang out with. If no one could see it back then, they would certainly not be able to see it now.
Instead of admitting it, Savannah chose to remain silent. This was the only way to protect her from the possibility of him rejecting her. Carson was a man in need of freedom. Not limited to her. It will never work out! Their paths were simply too different, and that was fine because they would always be best friends.
Carson, on the other hand, needed more than Savannah did. He noticed how she was willing to deflect the question rather than give him an appropriate response. For a girl who proudly shared her feelings with the world, she certainly failed to share them with the person who mattered the most.
Carson walked up behind her, grabbing her hips without saying anything else. If she was not going to tell him the truth, he could at least compensate her for what she did the last time. They were in an agreement after all.
Savannah, nervous, fought the urge to melt into him, wondering what he had planned. "What are you doing, Carson?" She asked him, worried.
His hand tangled in her hair as he drew her back. "You won't be straight with me, so I'll simply return the favor you did for me." He smirked as his lips sucked against her neck.
Savannah instantly shuddered as he made contact with her skin. It was bad enough that she was resisting her feelings for him. She now had to resist the urge to take things even further. "We-we can't. We're in the middle of the kitchen." She warned him. "Anyone can walk out."
"You're just going to have to be quiet then," he said with an evil smirk.
Savannah's adrenaline was pumping from the fear that one of their friends would catch them in the act. Although Cole and now Violet knew, she still didn't want them to see. There is a big difference between knowing and seeing, and Savannah was unprepared for their reaction. She was barely prepared for it when she told them. The teasing they would heap on her would never end.
Carson did not care, as he continued to mark his territory as he always had. It was probably his favorite thing to do because it made everyone aware that she was his alone. The way she shook at the slightest touch made him feel accomplished, too. Knowing that he did not have to do much to elicit such a strong reaction from her triggered this strange domineering nature. He enjoyed having control, and she relinquished it to him every time.
He drew her back into him and leaned her against the island while keeping his hand on her hip. Her ass pressed perfectly against his hard cock, making him want to be inside her. There wasn't enough time for that though as she was right. Anyone could have walked out, and he did not want to make her feel embarrassed.
Instead, he slid his hands down her unbuttoned pants, feeling how wet she was from pure excitement. "We have to be quick, baby," he whispered. "Can you do that for me?"
Savannah nodded in anticipation. "I can do it," she told him.
Carson licked his lips and carefully inserted his fingers inside her. It was difficult given their situation, but he managed to make it work. This time, she could enjoy herself without worrying about him. All that mattered was her ability to feel good.
Her voice filled the air as Carson wrapped his other hand around her mouth. They were still out in the open and did not intend to be caught today. However, her voice was uncontrollable. Carson had a unique way of pleasing her. It was only his fingers, but he worked them perfectly. His thumb added extra stimulation to her clit, making it even better. It was nearly impossible for her to remain still or quiet in this precarious position.
His fingers slid in and out of her faster, and he smiled as she squirmed in his embrace. The muffled sounds of her voice filled him with arousal as he realized he could almost perfectly please her. Even though he had to be quieter than usual, he continued to look at her in awe.
He lifted her to place his arm under her legs because he liked the way she was moving. He pulled her pants down a little more before pressing her feet against the counter. His fingers slid back inside, his thumb in his preferred position. Savannah tossed her hair to the side while Carson kept his lips close to her ear.
"Fuck my fingers, baby," he whispered, and she agreed.
Savannah began grinding against his middle and index fingers, using the counter as support. Carson's demands made her drip ferociously. His breathing in her ear, encouraging her to keep going, pushed her over the edge. At this point, she would not mind if someone walked in on them. Her body felt so relaxed after being filled to the point of collapse.
Savannah grabbed his arms, grinding slightly faster as her walls tightened against his fingers. "I'm cumming," she whimpered, looking at him with lust-filled eyes.
Carson stared back at her, pumping his fingers at the same rate she bounced against him. He covered her mouth again, just as she was about to let out a loud moan. Her voice broke into whimpers as her legs shook beneath them. He made sure to get every last drop of her juices on his fingers before tasting her sweetness. He placed her feet on the floor but held her in his arms for stability. She always had beautiful orgasms, and Carson was always there to see them through.
Savannah leaned over, caught her breath, and turned to face him. The thrill of knowing that anyone could have entered the kitchen was exciting. The fact that they could do something like this on short notice was all she needed in life. She was never one to take risks, but with Carson around, that could gradually change.
She yanked her pants back up in shock. "I can't believe we did that," she said with a smile. "I was so scared."
Carson laughed, keeping her confined to his personal space. "There was no need to worry; I knew what I was doing." He shrugged.
"You mean to tell me you weren't worried at all?" She crossed her arms while raising her brow.
"Well, when you're a pro like me there's nothing to be afraid of." He was just teasing, but he was not concerned. At least he was not worried about himself.
Savannah scoffed. "Okay, Mister Pro." She would not say much because he always pleased her, but calling him a professional was a stretch.
Carson knew this but seized the opportunity to gas himself up. "We both saw who was squirming just a second ago," he stated confidently. "Just admit you love it."
She loved every minute of it, but she would not admit it to him. That would only boost his already inflated ego, which she did not want to contribute to. It was enough for her to have an up-close and personal experience with Carson. To her knowledge, no one else was receiving this treatment, which she could not help but be grateful for.
It has been a long time since she has had someone truly savior her. Carson was the last person she expected to receive that from, but it only made it better. As long as he did not feel chained, she could see their ordeal lasting a long time.
She pushed him away, hoping to get away from this conversation. "Are they ready to go yet?" She wondered because Cole and Violet were joining them at the store. "Hello!" She yelled out.
Carson chuckled. "Maybe they were having a bit of coitus of their own." He teased.
Savannah sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ew gross," she said. "You're talking about my best friend and someone who is like a brother to me."
"Yeah, well he's my actual brother so I outrank you."
She laughed, realizing that she could never have a dull moment with him. "You are the worst," she jokingly said.
"I'm only here to make you smile," he smirked. "Is it working?"
Savannah nodded. "Every time."
They smile at each other as if lost in each other's eyes. Savannah knew right away that he was the person she wanted to be with. Any time she was able to look at him in this way, her heart filled with all the emotions she was attempting to hide from him. Carson held her heart in his hands. She would gladly capture him in whatever way she could.
Savannah was so deep in thought that she did not notice Violet and Cole walking into the common area. They were both dressed and ready to go, Violet looking ecstatic. Savannah could only imagine what was going on. That girl was always full of surprises, but this one Savannah was looking forward to.
"Finally. You guys took forever." Carson whined, but in a pleasant way.
Violet hit his arm before informing him of her wonderful news. "That's because I was on the phone with Wyatt," she said before looking at Savannah. "And he's waiting for us outside. He'll go to the grocery store with us and then come back to the house to hang out. I hope that's okay."
Savannah smiled, happy to see Wyatt again. "It's more than okay!" She said excitedly. "I call shotgun!" There was no way she could sit in the back with the amateurs.
Cole chuckled. "I figured you would say that."
The three of them were content to be hanging out with Wyatt again. Carson was the only one who was unhappy with everything. He still did not like him, but he would do anything to keep Savannah's smile on her face. Even if it was because she was seeing somebody else. Somebody like Wyatt.
Savannah and Violet were rushing out the door, unable to stop talking about the car Wyatt had brought with him that day. She was overjoyed to learn the news, and even more overjoyed to see him again. They had not talked much the last two times she saw him. Since he was returning to their home, she would have plenty of time to get to know him. It was ideal because she would not have to go to his lake house blindly.
Despite her excitement, she sensed Carson was unhappy. When Violet mentioned Wyatt, he completely shut down. He went from making her laugh to becoming a shell of himself. Carson was more quiet and reserved, showing little interest in Wyatt or the car he was driving. It reminded her of herself every time she saw him with Maeve.
They left many unspoken words on the table, and Savannah was unsure if their agreement could withstand outside forces.