Never Get Enough (Enough #1) (12 page)

He starts
full out laughing, “Baby, you were never the flying nun. You have always looked sexy because your body is just too perfect not to. Guys just stayed away because of Keller and me. We beat any guy’s head in that even looked your way wrong, but I know you still got asked out despite that. I won’t protest the new look though because it is time to dress how you want, and no matter what you wear other guys are going to want you. So I just have to get used to that. Your outfit does turn me on so I know that it turns other guys on too, but I will try to be reasonable about it.“ Relieved that he gave in so easy, I turn my attention to what he was doing in the kitchen. He got me my favorite cereal and was getting it all ready for me. Bray, is so good to me in the little ways that count, and he knows me so well. It makes me nervous though when I am this happy with us. We have our whole senior year to get through, and I am nervous that he will get bored with my inexperience.

I try to make a concerted effort to be happy in this moment, and I talk to him about what we need to do today. “Let’s go to Office Depot and get the rest of our school supplies first, and then let’s go get some grocery shopping done. Lana, will still be making dinners, but I want to get some stuff for lunches this week. Next week, I will just give her the list of what we picked out that we liked for lunches so she can get that for us too. Sound good?” He just nods and goes back to eating his cereal. Why do guys never concern themselves with the details? If not for me he would show up tomorrow with no school supplies and just have to figure out how to deal, but multi
ple girls would probably offer to share their stuff so it probably wouldn’t be a big deal for him anyway. That’s depressing to think about.

After we finish in the kitchen, we head to the garage. I move towards my new BMW, and he starts shaking his head. “Hell no, I am not putting my life in your hands today, speed demon.” Insulted, I put my hands on my hips, “What do you mean put your life in my hands! I am a great driver, and I got a perfect score in Driver’s Ed.” He starts pulling me to the passenger’s side of his Range Rover. He opens the door and places me inside, “You got a perfect score in Driver’s Ed because Mr. Allen liked staring at your legs the whole time he was teaching you how to drive. You are an awful driver that doesn’t pay attention to regular things on the
road like traffic lights and stop signs. When we have kids, I will drive them or hire somebody. You terrify me on the road.”

Well, Bray just hurt my feelings. I like to try to do everything well. It hurts when I know I’m not good at something, and he really think I am an awful driver. My mom is overly critical and hateful about everything I do so I think I get really sensitive when it comes to being criticized. I can tell Bray is already regretting what he said cause I got so quiet
and his eyes get  sad. I don’t want him to feel like he can’t tell me what he thinks, but I just want him to think I’m good at everything. He backs out of the garage and then puts a hand on my bare thigh. “I can’t wait for tonight, Baby Doll,” he says as he squeezes my thigh and stares hard into my eyes. I smile at that and immediately feel my mood change, “I can’t either, Bray, but I am still nervous that I won’t know what to do or will be bad at it. “

He finds that funny, I can tell because the corners of his mouth tilt up, but the he says in a reassuring voice, “Carter, you are every fantasy I have ever had. All I want is you. Everything that we have already done has been one hundred times better that anyone else because it is you. Also, you are the most beautiful perfect creature alive, and you will be giving me something that you have never given anyone before. I feel unbelievably happy that I am the only one that has ever touched you. I know it bothers you that I have been with other girls, and I am so sorry. I just knew when we were younger that you needed me and Keller without us looking for anything from you. You just needed love and support without expectations from either of us. As soon as I saw that you might be think
ing of me in a different way, I stopped seeing other girls completely. I haven’t even kissed another girl in over a year. I wanted to ready and available for you when and if you decided you wanted to be with me. You finally did and now we can just be happy together and enjoy our senior
year. “

Bray’s speech made me feel better, but I did hate the
insecurity that I deal with in relationships. Put me on the volleyball court and I can control anything that comes at me. Let me dance and I will try to give you the performance of my life. Take a picture of me and I will give you the best smile and pose I’ve got. But put me in a relationship and I am petrified I will disappoint or mess up, and the person I love will hurt me. That’s why I am only really close to Bray and Keller because I can’t seem to deal with trusting other people.

We pull up to Office Depot and pick out all our
school stuff. I hold up a notebook that you can slide a picture in the front of and tell Bray that he has to take that to school with my picture in the front of it. I thought he would protest and say that it messes with his rep at school but he just smiles and says, “Good idea!” and throws it in our cart. Wow, he really isn’t struggling with the commitment factor here. I feel myself getting more and more comfortable with us as a couple. I am still nervous about how everyone will react tomorrow for the first day of school, but I decide to try to adapt more to Bray’s “Fuck you” attitude.

We finish picking up our office supplies at home depot, so we
load everything up and head to the grocery store next. I admit that both of us don’t know where anything is here because Lana does almost all our shopping for us. We wander aisle after aisle and have to backtrack again and again. Finally, we think we have everything we need and head to the registers. I am walking sideways while trying to read the headlines of the magazines right before the register when I hit what feels like a brick wall. “Ow!” I look up and Jace is staring down at me with a smirk. He wraps his arms around me and asks, “Where does it hurt, baby? I know that had to hurt you. You aren’t used to dealing with that kind of hard muscle at your house, so don’t try to be brave Just show me where it hurts so I can kiss it better.” Now Jace can be annoying but hilarious. He is able to embrace me and make a crack at Bray all in the middle of a grocery store seconds after I see him. Bray is quickly making his way around our cart so he can make Jace let me go. Bray pulls on Jace’s arm and says, “Alright, that’s enough. No need to molest my girlfriend in the grocery store.” Jace laughs and finally let’s go. “I would take better care of what’s mine if I was you, Bray. Carter just wandered right into me as I was innocently walking along, minding my own business. The next guy she runs into might not give her back so easy!” Bray laughs at that and gives Jace a hard punch in the arm.

I start to put our groceries on the counter when I hear Jace mumbling something about, “It’s all set” to Bray. Now I get nosy and try to edge closer to them while still putting handling the groceries up when Bray sees me. He shakes his head and mutters, “No, no, sweetheart, you need to take your nosy self over there and check us out. He hands me his debit card to pay for the groceries, and I take it over to the cashier. I don’t even worry about arguing with him over who’s payi
ng, one of the only things both of us don’t have to worry about is money. I wonder what they are talking about. What could be all set? I thought we were just going to have a nice relaxing night at home, and Bray and I were finally going to make love for the first time. I hope he’s not having a party or something like that.

We say by
e to Jace and head home with our groceries and school supplies. Bray seems serious and doesn’t even try to hold my hand or touch me on the way home. Now I am getting nervous about tonight and thinking that maybe this isn’t as important to him as it is to me. I want to it to be something that is memorable and that we will never forget since he decided to make us wait for it. I feel myself start to move my tap my foot on the car door without meaning to. Bray turns to me and asks, “You nervous about tonight, baby?” He looks too happy and cocky about the question, and it starts to piss me off. It’s not my fault that I’ve never had sex before. Keller and Bray didn’t let guys even near me. “Yes, I am nervous, and you would be too if you had never done it before. We can’t all be experienced assholes that have slept with countless people. I don’t know what to expect here, and I want it to be good for you!”

He looks taken back that I just called him an asshole, but he doesn’t seem mad about it. “
I know it will be perfect for me and you. You want to know how I know this?” he asks me, “Because I love you and you love me. We have been best friends for forever and we already have incredible orgasms with each other. So the sex is going to be fantastic. Listen when we get home, go get ready for dinner. I am taken care of it, and take your time, get a shower or a bath, cause we have all night to be together.” Typical Bray, I call him an asshole, and he comforts me and makes me feel better about tonight.

Chapter 11

Brayden

I can’t believe this is happening tonight. I have wanted her so bad for so long. Since she has been sleeping in my bed it has been even worse.  Almost every night, I wake up and have to jack off in the shower just to be able to fall asleep again next to her. She looked so beautiful just to get groceries today; I love that she is feeling more comfortable with how she dresses and is loosening up with a style that is more her. It is hard to adjust to guys staring at her even more though because she looks so damn sexy. Before it was because she looked perfectly angelic with her long hair, blue eyes, and modest cardigans, now she is wearing shorts and shirts that show way more of all her sexy assets. I have had to control myself all day from just giving in and taking her back to the house to make love and be done with torturing us. The only thing that stopped me is I want it to be perfect for her. She deserves for the man she is with to put her first and make it special.

That is why I had Jace bring the JV football team over to decorate the back porch and around the hot tub and pool. I wanted the setting to be perfect for dinner. I got hundreds of roses dropped off to decorate my bedroom with, and I had dinner delivered from her favorite Italian restaurant. I want her to feel cherish
ed and loved when we make love for the first time. I hope she is surprised about all of this. I know she was trying to listen when Jace and I were talking at the store, but I don’t think she caught on to what it was about.

I knock on the door to her room, which she only uses now for her clothes and to get ready in. I never want her to sleep in there again. My favorite part of every day is just holding her close while she falls asleep. Finally when there is no answer, I call out, “Baby, you almost
ready? The food is on the table, and I wanted to walk you down like we were on a real date!” She opens the door and I do a double date. I can’t figure out if what she is wearing is a red dress or a long top, and I can tell from her nipples being so visible that she isn’t wearing a bra. She looks sexy as hell, but this is definitely one of those outfits that never needs to be worn outside the house. I make a note to tell her that at a later time.

“Baby doll, you look so beautiful. It makes me want to pick you up and just take you back to the bed right now.” She smiles shyly but says challengingly, “Why don’t you then, Bray! Right now I could care less about the food. I just want you to make me yours!” Oh my God just looking at her makes my chest tight and my heart beat faster, but I force myself to have self-control. “I want this night to be all about us, and I want to take our time and remember every detail.” I pick her up in my arms then just because I can. “I can carry you downstairs to dinner though.” She gasps as I bring her outside to the romantic setting that I made the JV boys setup for us. There are candles glistening everywhere, and classical music is playing quietly in the background. Our table is set up with a tablecloth, silverware, and her favorite meal. “Oh my gosh, Bray, it’
s so beautiful and perfect. I love it!” I place her in her seat and go around to sit opposite her when she comes over just a few minutes later and sits on my lap. We feed each other and laugh about me being this romantic and how I am already whipped without even getting any. I love to just have her in my arms, but she has turned into a little vixen about sex. She starts wiggling in my lap and I can tell she is done with her food. “Baby, you didn’t eat much. Did everything taste okay?” I ask. She nods but looks like she is pouting a little. “I just can’t really concentrate on food, Bray. Everything decorated out here and with knowing what we are going to do. All my mind is doing is screaming, you’re going to have sex.” She giggles nervously and admits, “I am just so turned on I can’t sit still or concentrate on anything else right now, but I want to take things slow and not rush this.”