Meant To Be (Coming Home To The Grove 2)

With a growl, his pelvis starts to thrust. In and out of me, slow and then fast. His thrusts are hard, then soft.

He puts his hand on my mound, stroking his fingers through my slit until he caresses my clit. And all at once, my whole body responds in an instant. I grab on to his hand and call out his name, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he grinds into me harder, his thrusts more persistent. He doesn’t stop until I’m coming, moaning his name as my whole body is pulled taut. But I can’t stop it. He completely sends me over the edge, and we’re like wild animals, bucking against each other. He’s trying to hold out; I can tell by the way his face is drawn and the way every muscle of his body is pulled tight. “Come, Scott. Fill me up,” I tell him.

He loses it then, pistoning his hips against mine until he’s depleted and falls down on the bed on top of me.

Our breaths are shaky even minutes later. But he still hasn’t let me go. He’s holding me like he can’t stand the thought of being away from me. Or maybe that’s wishful thinking on my part, because that’s exactly how I feel about him.

I’m sweaty and exhausted and need to clean up, but I don’t even attempt to move. I could lie right like this and be perfectly content for the rest of my life.ScottHours later, I don’t want to let her go. I pull into her parents’ driveway, but all I want to do is take her back to my house, where she belongs.

One night with Carrie, and it is all clear to me now. Carrie is who I’ve been waiting for all my life. She’s everything I want and everything I need.

I want to wake up to her beautiful face every morning and have her in my arms every night. But I don’t want to scare her and say things that could scare her off. I know she’s still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, and I don’t want to add on to the pressure she’s already getting.

But I’m going to do whatever I need to do to make sure I’m included in her life from this point forward.

“Are you feeling okay about everything?” I ask her awkwardly.

“Yes. Are you?”

She’s looking at me expectantly, and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from telling her all I want to say. “Yes.” I reach across the console and grab on to her hand. “So I guess I’ll see you at dinner tonight?”

“Dinner. I guess that is tonight,” she says, looking at the clock on the dash. “You know—" she starts.

But I don’t let her finish. I pull her toward me. “Don’t even try to get out of it. I’m looking forward to spending as much time as I can with you.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her, but I don’t.

She blushes prettily and leans in for a kiss. Our lips touch, and I have to force myself to let her go. Walking her to her door, I hold her in my arms and finally let her go in after a quick kiss and promise to talk to her later.

Walking away, I feel like whistling, even though I know I shouldn’t when most of the houses in the neighborhood have their lights off, and people are in bed. Tonight can’t come soon enough.17ScottLater that night, I’m getting out of my car and Carrie meets me on the porch. I stand at my car door smiling at her. I had worried she would regret last night, but by the way she’s looking at me, I know that’s not the case.

I take the steps two at a time and don’t stop until I’m standing right in front of her. I give her a small kiss, and even though I want more, I don’t let myself, knowing her parents are right inside the door.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” she mumbles before opening the door and leading me in.

As I walk past her to greet her father, I can’t resist leaning down and whispering, “Don’t you know? I’ll do anything for you, Carrie.”

She gasps and looks up at me, but her dad is already upon us and is shaking my hand.

Carrie excuses herself to the kitchen to help her mother while her dad and I talk about how much money was raised at the charity ball last night.

Dinner starts off well but turns into being a bigger event than just sharing a meal.

“Hey, Scott. I’m so glad you could come to dinner,” Suzy says as she brings out the meal with Carrie following her.

Carrie sits across from me, and her mom and dad are on each end of the table. The meal is really easygoing and relaxed. We talk about everything and nothing at the same time. We almost make it through the whole meal before it starts to go off the rails. We talk about the ball from last night, the local little league team winning the playoffs, and eventually the bakery.