Carter Miller, is a freshman at UNC. Attempting to run away from her small town in New Hampshire with her best friend Tori by her side isn't as easy as she suspected. With family troubles and her own, she has enough trouble already. That is until sh...
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I watch my girl through my sunglasses as she walks out of the ocean with Braden. Her tiny, barely there, black bikini fits her like a second skin that I have Lacey to thank for. Tori hands Carter's sunglasses to her as she heads my way. I look over her body in appreciation. She is all smiles as she shoves Braden away from her. He shakes out his dark hair laughing too.
"Hi," she says as I sit up. She leans down giving my lips a quick peck before sitting on the edge of the chair. I grab her hips sitting her down on my lap. She laughs putting her hands on my shoulders.
"You look sexy," I tell her as she shifts on my lap. I resist the urge to groan as my dick perks up. She smirks at me leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
"Thanks, Babe. But paws off we are in public," she says pulling away from my lips. I groan again and rest my head on the back of the lounge chair. Yesterday was fucking insane. We beat Villanova and took home a championship. To say having Carter there made it even better would be an understatement. The biggest understatement. She was one of the first ones onto the court considering the seats I managed to snag her.
While getting elbowed in the face and having to get stitches last night was not the best, it was all worth it.
"How are you feeling?" Carter asks pulling me away from my thoughts. I shrug my shoulders as I watch her look over my swollen cheek. Luckily he didn't give me a concussion and the steri strips were enough to hold the wound close for me to finish the game. After the game I had to get it stitched up but it still hurts like a bitch.
"I'm fine. Stop worrying so much," I tell her squeezing her bare hip. She sighs rolling her pretty eyes at me. I take my sunglasses off and point to my cheek, "See all good."
"It does not look good," she says putting emphasize on the good. I frown at her as she flicks her eyes back to mine. "I'm sorry, I'll stop worrying. Just don't ever do that again."
"Yes because I wanted Jenkins to clock me in the face with his elbow," I tell her. She flicks my shoulder rolling her eyes at me. Jenkins, number 22 on Villanova, is just a dick and a sore loser who probably won't even be drafted into the NBA.
"Don't be a dick."
"Yeah don't be a dick, Ashy," Trey chimes in sitting on the chair next to us. I flip him off pushing my sunglasses back down over my eyes. I'm pissed I can't sit in the sun nor can I go in the ocean because of my stitches but at least I can sit in the shade.
"Thank you, Trey," she says with a smile. I am about to defend myself when I hear a loud bang behind us followed by a lot of cursing.
"I am so sorry! Oh my gosh," I hear Julie's voice an octave higher than usual. Trey whips around and Carter is biting her lip to keep from laughing. I glance back. I see Julie trying to pick up broken glass and an annoyed waiter. Trey sighs setting his beer bottle down next to us as he walks over to them. I glance up at Carter as she pouts looking at the two of them.
