Chapter 311 - The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~SCARLETT~

I open my mouth to say something, but Carter places his finger on my lips to stop me. My eyes are wide with fear as I gaze up at him.

"You in there, Carter?" I hear one of his teammates ask.

"I am."

"How long do you have in there?" he asks. "I don't hear any water."

"I just got in," Carter answers him. He leans forward and puts the shower on. I gasp when the water splashes all over my body.

"You didn't tell me how long you have again."

"I'll be in here a while," Carter shouts back. "Don't disturb me."

What did he mean by that? I wanted to get out of here. I was sure that Clara was searching for me by now. The last place she would think about looking was in the boy's locker room!

"Carter—"

"Shh," he whispers as he leans forward so our lips are inches apart. "You have to be quiet."

"But—" I don't get to finish when he crashes his lips to mine. He swallows my gasp as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist. My heart is pounding against my chest as Carter kisses me passionately. I knew he was doing it to distract me, and it was working.

The longer he kissed me, the more I forgot about our situation. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly.

I knew I should put a stop to this. I knew that this was wrong. I shouldn't be kissing Carter, especially not at a time like this.

Why did it have to be him? There were hundreds of other men all around me, in every direction that I turned; why the hell did I have to fall for Carter?

He was my sister's ex-boyfriend! Certain guys were always off-limits, no matter what. He was supposed to be off-limits to me.

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I bite my lip to stop moaning when he covers my neck with aggressive kisses. I grabbed onto his hair and held him tightly against me. This wasn't close enough. The water made everything so much better. It was warm and somehow helped me to be closer to Carter. I felt like ripping his shirt and kissing him all over his chest.

When Carter moves to my chest, I'm reminded of the night in my room. He doesn't suck on my skin like he did back then; I think he's afraid of leaving marks on me like he's done before.

"There are so many things I want to do to you, Scarlett," he growls against my ear. "I'm tempted to fucking risk it all right here. I don't care who hears; all I want is to have every single part of you. I know I'm an asshole, but fuck me, Scarlett; I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you now."

I shiver in his arms; no one has ever spoken to me like that before. I should be disgusted, but I'm quite the opposite. I loved knowing that he wanted me this much.

But did he truly want me? Or was this just a game to Carter? Was he messing with me so that he could get into my pants? I've heard about this before. There were many guys from the academy who went after innocent girls.

I couldn't tell with Carter. He'd done so many wrong things to Clara. He'd messed with her so badly that she was still stuck on him after the breakup.

She was just like me. She also fell head over heels for him. He'd used his charm and sweet talk to get her to fall in love with him, just like he did to me. And I was foolishly falling for it.

All thoughts flew out of my head the second his hands squeezed my breasts. I couldn't stop the cry that escaped my mouth from his touch.

"Carter?"

My eyes widen.

"What the fuck do you want?" Carter growls at his teammate for the interruption.

"I thought I heard something." He says. "Fuck, I must be losing my mind. I need some sleep."

The second he walks away, Carter lets his hand travel up my leg. I try my best to stay quiet when his fingers graze my panties. I try to breathe when he pushes it to the side. I wait for him to touch me there, but he doesn't. Instead, he covers my lips with his once more. I moan into his mouth and grab onto his hair a second time.

He breaks the kiss and covers my nipple with his mouth. I gasped at the feelings it uncovered. It didn't matter that he did it over my clothes; the water had already stuck everything to my skin.

I'm too dizzy with his mouth on my nipple to prepare for my reaction when he finally pushes his finger into my wetness.

"CARTER!" I cry out.

"Fuck Scarlett." He groans.

"Now everyone's gonna know I have a girl inside here with me." He says in a hoarse whisper. When he pulls his finger out, I almost scream.

No. This had to stop. His words were enough to remind me of where we were.

Carter has a playful look in his eyes, and I can tell he's proud the guys now know what he's up to in the shower.

It confirms my earlier suspicion. This was just a game for him.

How foolish are you, Scarlett? How could you let him use you like that?