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I freeze. Carter does the same, his dick still hard in my mouth.
    “Can you c arry these,” someone asks with a voice I don’t recognize.
    Another guy replies, “Sure, I’ve got it.”
    A light brightens the room below us, and I hear the clink of glass bottles. They’re getting drinks from the refrigerator. My heart races, fear and adrenaline racing through my veins. I’m about to abort our hook up when Carter moves, pushing his cock into my mouth, slowly, silently. His fingers inch lower, two slipping inside while his thumb resumes caressing my clit. With two guys around the corner, oblivious, we fuck.
    The refrigerator shuts with a slam and the guys leave the garage. Once I feel safe, I let out a repressed moan and come ar ound his fingers. My orgasm makes me lightheaded, but I use my hands to spread his butt cheeks and run my fingers along the tender, hidden skin. He jerks in surprise, but it’s enough to tip him over the edge, and he shudders, finishing with a final restrained thrust. I swallow the warm cum and wipe my lips.
    “Wow,” I say. Carter stands and tucks himself back in. I take his hand and stand, shaky on my feet. “I should get drunk more often.”
    “We can do that anytime you want,” he says, smoothing my hair. “Drunk or sober. I’m just taking advantage of your weak resolve. You made the rules.”
    “Like I can resist your cock in my face,” I whisper.
    He smiles and I see his white teeth in the darkened stairwell. “You’ve spoiled me. And my cock loves you.”
    He kisses me quick and disappears into the garage. Dammit. He didn’t play fair and I had a feeling our short-lived sex moratorium has just come to a definitive close. Now it’s just about not getting caught.

Chapter 5
    “Ruthie.”
    I wake to the sound of my name and a kiss. Oh, and a sharp pain in my temple. I struggle to open my eyes but everything hurts.  I bury my face in the pillow.
    “Ruthie, you awake?” Carter whispers.
    I shake my head.
    “I’m headed to the gym. Thought maybe you could give me a ride.”
    I roll over and open one eye. “I’m pretty sure I’d fail a sobriety test.”
    “Can I take your car?”
    I try to nod but my head aches with each movement. “Keys are in my bag.”
    “Thanks,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Get some sleep. Love you.”
    *
    “Happy Christmas Eve!” my mother sings when I walk into the kitchen several hours later. She’s standing at an ironing board, pressing the wrinkles out of a red and green table cloth.
    My sister grunts and hands me a cup of coffee. Guess I’m not the only one that drank too much last night.
    “Thanks.” I don’t bother adding cream or sugar. I just need caffeine.
    “Don’t ever let me do that again,” Tara says.
    “Of course not,” I agree, knowing better. Tara’s not an alcoholic or anything but she definitely can drink me under the table. “So what’s the plan today? Naps? Hours of television?”
    My mother springs into action, verbally listing all the things we need to do befor e church later that evening. I’m cursing Jesus for making his holiday so filled with gluttony and swallowing a handful of Advil when the back door opens and Carter walks in. He’s damp and beautiful. Red faced and invigorated from his workout. He also smells like he bathed in French fries.
    “Thanks for letting me borrow your car,” he says, leaving my key on the counter. He holds up a paper fast food bag and a large soda. “I brought you breakfast as a thank you.”
    “Oh, um, thanks,” I say, fighting the urge to hug him. I’d given Carter this same treat the first time I’d seen him hung over after a pre-rush party. I waste no time and shove a handful of fries in my mouth ignoring how my mother smiles fondly at Carter as though he’s the chosen one. Clearly, he’s managed to jump up another notch. Tara eyes the two of us curiously. I remove the second container of fries and shove it across the counter. “Eat these. You look