Nic's Devotion: An Endless Series: Book One (50 page)

     Curt hadn’t said a word in his own defense; either
realizing that he had none, or that I and everyone else would have jumped him
if he’d made one utterance of justification. He’d just stood there looking
scared as fuck hoping he would make it out of the house in one piece. I knew he
wouldn’t be showing up for the game on Sunday, or any other game, because the
team would kill him if he did. And if he stayed to finish the school year it
was going to be a long miserable road for him, because even though I might…and
that was a big fucking might…be able to restrain myself for Carrie’s sake, the
rest of the team wouldn’t. They’d be looking for blood.

     Curt had broken a cardinal rule; don’t fuck with
another teammate. By spreading those lies about Carrie he’d fucked with me and
to all intents and purposes the entire team.

     So I’d allowed Curt to leave the house unmolested, even
though it had chafed my ass to do so. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the
other guys had caught up with him last night though. If Curt was smart he
wouldn’t have headed back to his dorm or anywhere else they’d know to look for
him, because he had a definite target on his back.

     Blake’s handling of his girlfriend, now ex, made me
glad that Carrie had him in her life. Since finding out about her he’d made a
concerted effort to build a relationship with her and now I knew he would do
almost as much as me to protect her. When he’d threatened that chick with the
same rumors she’d spread about Carrie I had almost clapped in approval. It
would have deserved the bitch right to go through what Carrie had.

     And thinking about that just got the rivers of my anger
flowing again. What hadn’t she been telling me? I hoped like hell she was
telling me the truth about no one touching her because it would send me into a
vortex of rage that everyone at this school would feel. Nevertheless, I was
damn sure she’d been subjected to verbal abuse, and now I was convinced some of
it had been sexual. 

     Fuck! I hated that she had to deal with any of this
shit. My girl had one of the purest souls I knew and didn’t deserve any of the crap
being thrown her way.

     I had been as proud as fuck of her last night. She’d
stood tall and unflinching in the face of everyone’s stares even though I could
tell she had been uncomfortable. Her face had been slightly pale and she’d had
her arms wrapped around her waist as if to give herself support. Blake had
stood behind her with both his hands on her shoulders giving her his as well. And
after Curt had high-tailed it out the door I’d immediately walked over and
enfolded her in my arms letting her know that she could now lean on me.

     I would have liked nothing better than to whisk her out
of there and get her alone where she could unravel if she needed to, but a
large number of my teammates had come forward to say that they’d be correcting
any and all misunderstandings if they came across them, and that they’d be
reporting Curt’s dishonesty far and wide. They’d also all told Carrie she had
the support of the team if anyone dared mess with her.

     Carrie’s expression had been one of shocked wonder, and
I knew her thoughts had been filled with how she’d gone from no friends to a team
load of people who wanted to help her.

     After the crowd around us had dispersed somewhat I’d
asked Carrie if she wanted to leave, but Landon had overheard and he’d called
out a ‘Fuck no, she’s not leaving. She’s owes me a rematch’. An actual smile,
if small, had curved Carrie’s mouth and she’d teased Landon about still playing
that child’s game. After having a tizzy at her continued reference to poker
being a child’s game they’d bantered back and forth a couple more times
eliciting more smiles out of Carrie and I’d had to restrain myself from hugging
Landon. Seeing her smile after all that had been fucking tremendous.

     I never knew Landon had it in him to joke with a girl,
but I appreciated him for it.

     So we’d stayed though not to play poker. Carrie said
the only way she’d play poker again is if they played for fun. Landon had
looked horrified at the idea. So we’d just hung out and mingled. Amanda had
introduced Carrie to some of her friends and Carrie had looked liked she’d
relaxed and had a good time. There’d been some staring but it hadn’t been
malicious or leering, just curious.

     After a couple of hours when I noticed she’d had enough
I’d taken Carrie upstairs, locked the door, and then proceeded to molest her
for hours. The first time I’d made love to her face to face and covered her
mouth with mine as she’d moaned out her orgasm long and loudly.

      We’d fallen asleep quickly after, worn out, but I’d
woken an hour later probably from some noise downstairs and hadn’t been able to
fall back to sleep with the feel of Carrie’s naked body sprawled on top of me.
So I’d carefully rolled her sleeping form over onto her back and worked my way
down her body kissing her everywhere until I’d gotten to her sex where I’d
woken her gradually with oral foreplay. After she’d come holding her fist to
her mouth I’d flipped her over onto her stomach feeling like I would explode if
I didn’t get into her as soon as possible. Pulling up her hips I’d plunged my
painfully hard dick into her still contracting sex. She’d let out a muffled ‘oh
god’ into the mattress and clamped around me tightly, but hadn’t resisted. This
had given me all the encouragement I needed to pound into her hard. I
remembered having a concerned hazy thought that I might be thrusting too
roughly, but then she’d started pulsating around me obliterating all thoughts.
Her screams had been muffled by the mattress, but my grunted ‘holy shit…fuck,
fuck yeah’ followed by an almost roar was sure to have been heard by someone if
they were upstairs. I’d never been so vocal during sex before Carrie, but then
it had never felt this good before.

     I’d worried that Carrie would be all upset at how loud
I’d gotten but she’d passed right out after it. She had a habit of doing that.
I liked to think I sent her into oblivion with the great orgasms I gave her. It
might be conceited, but hey…I was a guy. What guy wouldn’t want to believe
that?

     In a better mood now I considered snuggling up to Carrie
and wakening her for some morning play. However, I decided against it. It was
only 8:43 and I didn’t want to be selfish waking her up for sex. She needed her
sleep with all the stress she was under.

     Getting carefully out of the bed I pulled on some
sweats and a t-shirt, and not forgetting my shoes because it was bound to be a
damn mess downstairs, I slipped from the room. All the bedroom doors were
closed, but that didn’t tell me if anyone was up or not. I did hear some
unmistakable Evan snoring. Couldn’t mistake it for anyone else’s as it had a
long rumble with a sort of whistle at the end.  

     Tripping down the stairs I was pleased to see the
freshman already hard at work cleaning up and doing it quietly. They knew to
keep the noise level down so we could sleep in. I gave them two thumbs up signs
and I cocky grin. They gave me some one finger salutes and eye rolls.

     Minus jagoff this year of freshmen weren’t that bad.
They realized their first year of hazing wasn’t as terrible as some of the
other sports initiations. Cleaning up after a night of partying was cake walk
compared to what some fraternities had some of their pledges do. Why guys or
girls would allow others to humiliate them for the sake of belonging to a club
was beyond me.

     I walked into the kitchen to see Seth, unsurprisingly,
at the stove cooking.

     “Is that for you, me, them, or us?” I walked up to the
frig and grabbed a water at the same time eyeing the mound of pancakes, eggs,
and toast taking up the counter.

     “First come, first serve.” He answered, flipping a cake
off the griddle.

     “Well, I’m definitely calling first after you.” I
retorted. Bread popped up in the toaster and as Seth was pouring more mix onto
the griddle I went to butter it, and ended up buttering the next ten.

     I helped Seth finish up the breakfast as the freshmen
concluded their cleaning. We had wooden floors so there was no noise from a
vacuum when all they needed to do was sweep and mop. They hauled the ten or so
trash bags out of the house to pile in the back of each of their cars or trucks
to dispose of them in some random trash bin somewhere.

     They came tromping back in to partake of the ready
breakfast that Seth and I had already sampled. In ten minutes the four of them
plowed through what was left…after all they were growing boys…and then they
headed out with satisfied smiles.

     I went to help Seth wash up the pans he’d used to make
breakfast. He washed while I dried.

     “Carrie okay?” Seth asked, swirling a sponge around one
pot.

     “I think so. When she first heard about the rumors
going around about her she looked like she was going to be sick.” My jaw
clenched in recollection. Her eye’s had flown to mine wide in horror and her
face had paled considerably. I’d been unable to hold on to my pretense of
detachment, I’d had to move to her side. “I’d never wanted to hit a girl as
badly as I’d wanted to hit that chick.” Except for Carrie’s mother and aunt.
“Knowing Carrie’s aversion to blood has been the only thing holding me back
from pounding on people left and right.”

     Seth snorted handing me the pot to dry. “I’d make an
innuendo about that but you’d probably take a swing at me.”

     I couldn’t stop the grin as I dried and put the pot
away. “Yeah, keep that shit to yourself.” 

     Grabbing the other pot he started scrubbing. “Although,
after last night I see why you spend your nights at her dorm.” Seth grunted out
a chuckle. “I hope her walls are thicker than ours.”

     I wasn’t embarrassed about anyone hearing me, but I
didn’t want other’s hearing Carrie in the thorough’s of a climax. “Shit, what
the fuck did you hear?” Disgruntlement was clear in my voice. 

     Seth shook his head in amusement. “Just you at I’m
assuming was the end, jackhole, so don’t have a hissy. I have to say if I had
heard the both of you I wouldn’t have been waking up alone, because that would
have sent me out looking for relief. Shit, it’s been weeks since I’ve gotten
laid.” Seth ended on an actual forlorn note.

     His comment had me wondering if he was still dealing
with feelings for Carrie, but as he’d already made it clear to me he was happy
about Carrie’s and my relationship I wasn’t going to keep dredging it up just
because I was slightly jealous. If he was showing amusement at our sex life I
didn’t think his feelings were that deep.

     “I noticed a few girls trying to climb you last night.
Were they not up your alley?” I asked curious to why he was holding back. Seth
wasn’t a man whore, but he liked sex just as much as the rest of us.

     Seth handed over the last pot for me to dry. He sighed
looking down into the sink as the water drained. “Groupie’s just aren’t doing
it for me anymore. I think that’s why I was so interested in Carrie. You could
see right away that she was real…wholesome. I want that. I don’t want to fuck
indiscriminately anymore.”

    “You never really did that anyway, not like I did.” I
commented a little shamefully. I hated that two of my past hook-ups had caused
problems for Carrie.

     Seth chuckled deeply throwing down the sponge. “You
were hard to keep up with but I’ve definitely had my fair share of easy.” His
face went suddenly grave. “Hey, have you talked to your lawyer lately about
what’s going on with your trust fund?”

     I heaved a sigh leaning back against the counter. With
my truck disappearing yesterday I’d had to inform the guys about what my dad
was doing and why. They couldn’t believe that he was making such a big deal out
of it and said they’d cover the utilities and rent for me for however long it
took. I told them I appreciated the thought but that I should be able to keep
up with my bills until the end of the term. They’d agreed to keep their mouths
shut about it to anyone else, especially Carrie.

     “Yeah, we have an appointment with the bank Wednesday.
He said they don’t have a leg to stand on, but with my father contesting it
they could make the process of me getting to it longer.”

     “That such bullshit.” Seth grumbled. “If your dad met
Carrie, actually knew her, he’d see that she was the sweetest girl and
completely undeserving of everything happening to her.”

     I laughed in scorn. “He wouldn’t care if she was up for
sainthood. The man has zero sentimentality. He’s like a robot. The last time I
went to see him I told him her real story and all he cared about was the bad
publicity attached to her name. He warned me what he was going to do if I
didn’t break it off with her and I basically told him to go fuck himself. Hell,
I knew it would make him more revved up to assert his power but I didn’t give a
shit. I’m not going to be his bitch.” I bit the words out bitterly. I was so
done with his controlling behavior. It might have been different if he did it
out of misguided love, but the man had no love in him to give.

     Movement in the entry way had my angry thoughts
scattering. Carrie stood there in sweats and a t-shirt her hair falling down
around her face; a face that held a multitude of emotions. The prominent one
confusion if the frown was any indication. Shit! What had she heard?

     “Carrie! Hey you’re up.” I pushed off the counter
giving her a bright smile.

     Her frown remained fixed and there was a hint of
distress in her eyes. “I wasn’t eavesdropping but I couldn’t help overhearing
what you just said. What did your father do because of me?”

     Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I should never have let myself go off
on a rant with Carrie in the house. I walked towards her keeping my smile.
“It’s nothing. I’ve told you how controlling my father is. He’s been putting
some pressure on me in an attempt to get me to come to heel.”