The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

I’m still smiling as I’m led hand in hand across the hall of the nightclub towards the inner entranceway, Arrick has his phone to his ear and is trying to locate his friends, now we are here, almost two hours later than intended.

Arrick made good on peeling my panties off, after teasing me mercilessly after dinner. He made love to me when we were supposed to be getting ready that turned into another marathon of assorted positions, and now we are seriously late. I am starting to think he might be right about matched stamina, I even made him sweat this time, and he gave up before I did. Calling a time out and having to lay on the bed with me on top to finish what he started. Was my first time being in control and I think I like it the most.

I’m eyeing up that tight, firm ass in black jeans, his upper body encased in his leather jacket, over a dark grey shirt and from here he looks like a swoon some cover model for about any sexy male product currently trending.

I am a super lucky girl.

He’s scanning around at milling people, my fingers entangled with his, while Nathan tries to direct us to another VIP room in a club we have never tried, on his cell. There are three flights of stairs down here and he pulls me towards the middle ones.

“Sure, we’re in the foyer… Yeah up to the left. See you in a second.” He hangs up and turns to me with a smile, another kiss hitting my lips softly. He hasn’t been able to stop kissing or touching me in hours, evidently happy that I am finally moving in with him. I can’t wipe the smile from my face either, it all feels so right.

The club is noisy, smoky, and loud; crowded to the max with people in the party mood and he has to forge a path, pulling me close and putting his arm around me as he squeezes us through to find our own party. He leads me up some stairs and we soon find our way in a slightly quieter, cordoned off, area with a roped off entrance. The bouncer nods his way and pulls the rope off for us to pass with a smile. Arrick nods back and guides me protectively.

“Mr Carrero.” He closes the rope behind us and lets us walk towards the crowded small bar surrounded by Arrick’s friends. I grin at the fact he is getting more known in recent months and his face seems to be gracing more billboards than ever before; although I am glad he isn’t being pestered by paparazzi yet, I know it will come though. Arrick squeezes my hand, pulling me to the group of rowdy people as we are enveloped into hello’s, back slaps and handshakes from all the familiars.

Arrick lets go of me for a moment as Nathan gives him a typical male hug and back pat, and Arrick turns, pulling me forward into the crook of his arm, hanging it around my shoulders casually. I lean in against him and rest my head into the place where his shoulder meets his chest.

“Late for your own celebration? You fucking suck, man.” Nathan chides him with a grin, giving him a naughty, knowing nod.

“I was busy.” Arrick smiles and takes the beer handed to him with a grin and shrug; Nathan hands me a glass of red wine and I smile thankfully, watching Arrick’s profile with complete adoration tonight. He always looks so much sexier in jeans and buttons downs with his jacket; that face seems more tanned and his eyes lighter when in contrast to dark colors. I love him in sweats and tee shirts too, but tonight he is giving me serious butterflies and panty twisting urges, dressed like that. I wonder if it’s because he literally worked me up to fever pitch heights before we came out, and I’m still relaxing in the afterglow.

“Yeah sure you were. You know Sophs, this guy was never late for anything, ever, before you! You are the worst influence on him.” Nathan leans in and catches Arrick’s collar, pulling it forward to peer down, and catches sight of fresh love bites across his collar bone on the non-tattooed side. Arrick shoves him off with a laugh.

off the bed while his face was between my thighs.

at me, tilts his beer with a little nod to my

winks at me, making me giggle, despite the creeping blush up my face. Pretty sure they are aiming blame at me when king libido was the one making all the moves. He also taught me how to even make a love bite,

girl, guy thing.” Nathan laughs

If you like her, Nate, then stop being an asshole.” I point out and Arrick breaks into

he is even contemplating this, but still a huge part of me feels the need to lecture him for all the shit he’s put her through the past two weeks.

suffered enough. I swear if you keep fucking this up, I will personally maim you.” I softly punch him in the shoulder with a little more grit than I intended to. Still pissed that he’s the reason Jenny has been a moping hell and her work at school has been horrendous all week. She would have been better

cat has eaten you for breakfast. Sophie is terrifying; I can only imagine what she does to you during sex.” Nate smirks, dodges another slap aimed at his head this time and

talking about my sex life like this. It’s embarrassing, especially acting

to

brushes back my hair, leaning in low so that his breath tickles my neck as he moves in to kiss me, grazes his nose across

further around my face and this time kisses me seductively, sucks my bottom lip lightly and grazes his teeth across it. I relax into him, always so ready to

behind us and starts asking him about something, he has been helping her and

the side, which overlook the nightclub in a sort of hanging balcony, much like the club I last saw Camilla in. I let my gaze wander around the semi dark space, cluttered with people and seats. I pause when I catch the eyes trained on us from a shadowy corner. Two women standing side by side and looking our way steadily. At first, I bypass them as strangers, but then as my eyes adjust to the dark room, and flashing disco lights, realize with a sudden thud in my chest that one is Natasha and hardly concealing her hatred

still talking, to see why I’m moving. I smile at him and wave my glass as if to say ‘taking a drink’ and he goes back to Claire. He’s completely oblivious that we are

with a kiss, so suddenly it almost knocks me over. Claire has moved on and he kisses me a little too passionately, while I know she’s watching us. I try to push him away, but his hand slides around behind my neck and he starts teasing my mouth open to turn the kiss into something hotter. Arrick is very hands on when he drinks, and even though he’s only started, the club seem to have him in the mood to make-out and sex

to capture his face and pull him away. He tastes like beer, like him, only half hearing me under the music around us and finally pulls back to

I shrug his hands off

on the uptake. He gazes at me for a second, eyes registering and then over me and scans the room. I guess he sees her too as he comes back to my face and kisses me on the cheek, before letting me go and sliding my hand in his instead. That

freaking amazing.” Gary, an old friend of Arrick’s, appears beside us and kisses me on the cheek before Arry can say anything else. I turn and smile at him. We haven’t seen him in over a year, he is not one of the regulars to this crowd. He was in Australia working for the past few months and I guess