The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Arrick slides down from his position behind me at the couch and slumps on the floor, using it as a back rest as I flop sideways and stretch out on the full length of the sofa, feeling his head and hair nearby and pushing my fingers into the spiky hair on top. He leans into my hand and sighs heavily, both of us equally worn out and breathless. Neither of us have a stitch of clothing on, yet my body heat is through the roof and generally feel like I could sleep. Heart pounding from exertion and every single part of my skin and inner body is tingling all over.

“Jesus baby… My little porn star. Who knew I would find a girl who matched my stamina? I almost bailed because I thought I was going to have a heart attack mid-way through. Now that…. Was worth missing you for a week!” He turns and hits me with a boyish smile, catching my eye from his angle as I can only try and regain my breath, calm my racing pulse and seriously luxuriate in the marathon of positions he introduced me to.

It wasn’t like any other time he’s made love to me; this time was all sex. Primal, unleashed, pushed by having been apart, and the first time I can tell that he has really let go and showed me what he’s got. I was right about the unbridled passionate side to him; he’s a demon when he lets go and my body hasn’t an inch left that didn’t meet some part of his. I didn’t know sex in acrobatic positions could feel so good and found my favorite is when he gets behind me and we both stay upright.

Somehow intimate yet also so goooood!

He has left my skin pink and sizzling and taught me a thing or two in the last two hours. It only makes me love him more now, seeing that every other time has been gentle and controlled and has been fully aware of my every noise and mood throughout. This time he gave his all, like I was any other girl with no seedy past or fragile scars to worry about. I needed him to be that way, more than I knew I did.

I giggle at him, running my fingers through that sandy, sexy as sin hair style, all short back and sides but long enough on top to grab onto, which I did, several times. He’s a lot less scratched up since I had my nails rounded out, but he still bears my marks on various places of that tanned body.

“You have been holding back on me.” I tug his hair and he gets up, sliding on top of me on the couch and nestling comfortably into my body, propping his elbow at either side of my chest so he can rest his chin on his hands over me, eyes skimming my breasts.

“I haven’t wanted to scare you. Didn’t want a repeat of the first time we ever tried. Finally figuring out what triggers your reactions means I can relax a little. I can read you better than you think sometimes. Learning the little tells that I never used to notice when it comes to this.” He leans down and plants a kiss on my left breast with a cheeky smile. His touch can still make me burn, even if he did just satisfy me in all kinds of ways. Our bodies fit so perfectly together.

“I trust you… I know that no matter what, I can always stop you… That no means something.” I glance away, sudden emotion catching my throat when on this topic and gaze at the wall of books and memorabilia I have been filling my shelves with lately. A mini fluffy Unicorn Arrick brought home for me is sitting on the coffee table watching us.

“Tell me how your week was.” Arrick changes the subject, sensing my uneasiness and I turn back to him with an adoring smile. His eyes trained on my face, committing me to memory and looking at me as though I am the most perfect girl he has ever laid eyes on. My heart does that gooey melt thing that he causes, and I sigh back at him, with complete devotion.

“You know how my week was, you text and called me endlessly.” I giggle, pulling his face forward with two flat palms and strain up to kiss him on the mouth. Meeting those soft lips perfectly.

“You know maybe I missed something.” He kisses me again before I flop back down and stare up at him lazily.

“Me… You missed me.” I point out with a grin, poking him in the cheek playfully and then tracing that strong jawline tenderly.

“I did.” He nods in all seriousness, grinning at me again and I sigh and trace that seductive mouth with my fingertips. I love his smile, I always have. All perfect Hollywood white teeth and manly kissable lips. He has the kind of mouth that makes you want to kiss him.

I love that he always seems to be smiling nowadays, it’s one thing I missed a lot in the past couple of years, when he seemed to get more and more emotionally cool and serious. Like he was maturing and losing the fun boyish part of him that has made a comeback.

“I barely noticed you weren’t here.” I raise a brow with a dead pan tone, smirking at him as his grins stays put, all sexy dimples and flawless lines. Not convinced at all.

“That explains the constant little insecure ‘Ohhh, I need you home. I miss you Arrrryyy’, texts.” He mimics my girly voice and clutches his heart dramatically. I slap his shoulder and shove him, but he barely moves, catching my fingers and pins my hand to the couch.

for my other boyfriend, I just mistyped your number.” I screw up my face, at him, and he mimics me looking crazily cute. Annoyingly childish at times, but in a way that I go

nudges me with his groin and I am shocked that my lady parts actually react with a ‘yes please’

think I have

a hard act to follow, I might not really be that into you.” I squeal when he moves up fast, his mouth nibbling my neck and holding me down mercilessly. His body crushing me to the couch deliberately, so I can barely move, and I wiggle

day. Besides, your other boyfriend is gay, he can stick with your love of clothes and shoes and breaking your credit card. I will stick to satisfying the parts of you that need a straight guy.” Arrick lifts his chin and grazes

rolls his eyes, mocking my favorite gesture, or stealing

to try and wind me up about what he’s getting up to with you in my absence.” Arrick

Arrick up. Lately they have become good friends; he talks to him a lot when we are out as a group, I know they text and call each other too, and they even went on a guy night out with Nathan not too long ago and met

to keep me on my toes and remind me you’re within his grasp if he just switches up his sexuality.” He raises a brow, completely unbothered by any Christian

for that sort of behavior.” I laugh a little more, enamored with how funny my friend

finally found friends you let in, Sophs, instead of just hanging with me and mine. You learned to trust people outside of the family, finally let other people matter to you. I like both, a lot. You finally met people worthy of you, and knowing they are there for you when I’m

have always known. I often wondered how two brothers could be so completely different when it came to this sort of stuff. Jake is a green-eyed demon who literally jumps on any guy who looks Emma’s way. Even gay ones. Arry only seems to get pissed if men cross the line and try to go

because I know you’re all mine. I know you would never do anything to hurt me in that way. Trust is a two-way thing.” He shrugs at me, completely open and for a second I’m slapped with that pang of

He has nothing to really

lip, changing the subject quickly to deflect how uncomfortable it makes me feel. Watching the tiny almost non-existent flecks of green in his eyes, wondering where they go when they are like this; fully chilled out and completely content. It’s the only time his eyes are

always offering encouragement for my sassy side. I think he likes it a lot more

nudge him impatiently. I want to know what he said after my

acting weird around the whole Jenny thing to be honest. I think he feels something for her but he’s unable to go

he’s another Daniel Hunter, or a Jake, or even you a few years ago? Another man with cold feet, who shits

a bruised girl…. Don’t I get brownie points for manning up in the end?” He leans in so our faces are touching, leaning against me adorably, obviously trying to get

more jaded in the process.” I push my nose against his and then back off to scowl at

does stupid shit then takes a while to process things. It’s why we get along, we’re too alike. All week all he’s done is knock back women, I think his head is on the girl he left crying in

suspiciously and catch that tiny glimmer of wicked, my heart torn between really feeling insecure about the fact this happens, and knowing he wouldn’t go there behind my back. That slight insecure me, who wonders that he might

temper or my insecurities, or

rest that pretty little head, knowing that Nate fields off horny women, hence why he gets all the offers. My eyes are only for you, always for you and this right here.” He pulls me in tight, angling to dodge my nose and plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth. Smiling at

as he slides his arms around me firmly. Heart a little fragile with subjects like this, after years of men who thought nothing of

noted.” He kisses me softly, more intensely this time and that twinkle of

that girl from the bar he brought home?” I am now fully dissecting Arry’s expression, knowing he might not tell me anything if Nathan has asked him not to. Trying not to get distracted with the little kissing touches he has

why.” He mumbles from my throat, more interested in what he’s doing than what he’s talking about now. I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation, but my mind won’t be swayed that

him as soon as he stops, sighing because he knows I won’t let up, sitting myself up a little to prop my head on my