The second chance love

Perfect

Tristan

Carley Waters, sweet, caring and innocent (until I claimed her innocence), has been my weakness and my greatest desire for years now. She is the first girl I ever wanted, the only girl I ever loved and the one I was too fucking scared to take for myself. I was happy to love her from a far, to watch her grow and become someone that I could never taint with my darkness, but when Timothy Black decided to pursue Carley with the idea of using her and spitting her out, I knew I couldn’t stand back and love her from a distance anymore. Not when Timothy wasn’t the only one that wanted a piece of her, just the boldest. Everyone but Carley knew how I felt about her. I had claimed her in secret and everyone with more than one brain cell knew to stay well away from her. Timothy clearly had none, but I am thankful that he was stupid enough to make a move, because if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have picked my balls off the floor and make Carley mine. I wouldn’t have known how it felt to touch her, to see her smile at me. I would’ve still been only half a man. I know Carley doesn’t quite yet understand that I am not planning to ever let her go, but in time she will.

I lead Carley to the table overlooking the deck where she has been laying for the past hour, burning that beautiful cream skin of hers. There is a buffet of different fruits laid out, with some cold meat and crackers with cream cheese on the side. Carley licks her lips, going straight for a strawberry before lifting it to her soft pink lips and biting into it. I never used to find something so simple, so fucking erotic, but with Carley, just about anything is a turn on. I have to suck hard on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning like a thirteen-year-old boy at the sight. I am not inexperienced, not by a long shot. I am known as the bad boy of Jackson high for a reason. Women flocked me, wanting to tame me, but they all knew that I wasn’t theirs to tame. They knew from the get-go that my heart belonged to one girl and one girl only and everyone that came before her would be nothing but practice for the day that I finally had enough guts to chase the girl of my dreams. My practice paid off with Carley and she is screaming my name on a daily basis.

“You know, I never imagined that I would leave Jackson Ville, much less America, but I am glad that you convinced me to leave my jobs for the summer.” Carley says as she takes a grape off the plate, popping it into her mouth before moaning as the taste explodes in her mouth. At the mention of her work at the bakery and the dinner, my anger rises swiftly. While I was obsessed with Carley at school, I made a point of knowing everything I possibly could about her, but Carley is good at faking and keeping everything about her to herself. In a small town like Jackson Ville, that is an impossible feat, yet Carley was able to fool us all. I knew Carley was poor, knew that she worked to help pay the bills, but what I didn’t know was that her mother passed away over a year ago, leaving her alone in this world. Carley, being the private girl that she is, didn’t want the small town to know that her mother had passed away, because that would leave her in the care of a foster home and the last thing she wanted to do, was up end her life and be a burden to another family. She had arranged that everything be done in secret. Paid for the service to be held just outside of Jackson Ville, being the only one in attendance. She did everything on her own, went through the pain of losing yet another parent all on her own and never said a word. She worked two jobs to hold the small apartment and stay in the same school and used what little savings she had from what her other had left, to buy whatever else she needed. No one knew that she was suffering, including me and every bit of anger I feel at the moment is for myself. I should have been there for her, should’ve known that she was alone and not just trying to help pay the bills. Out of everyone, I should’ve been the one to know and I should’ve been there to take care of her. I hate myself for being so damn scared of tainting her, that I stayed so far away that I couldn’t see the pain in her eyes.

“Are you still planning on going back to your work after the summer is over?” I ask her, knowing that there will be no way in hell that she will be going back there, not if I had it my way. It took me months to convince her to come on this trip with me. Even ended up paying for her shitty apartment behind her back, taking care of everything that gave her a reason not to go, including a long talk with both her employers to give her job back as soon as summer is over, not that I was ever planning on her returning to it, but knowing how stubborn Carley is, she wouldn’t have set foot on this yacht if she didn’t know her jobs were secure.

“You know I need to go back.” She says, her eyes pleading me to not push the subject. I still have three weeks to convince her, so I sigh and drop the subject, knowing that it won’t help to argue with her now.

Tessa, a woman in her late fifties, walks towards us, a friendly smile on her face. Tessa has been a part of our household for thirty years now, helping my father run the house and raising me, since my mother couldn’t be bothered to spare her son a second glance on a good day. Tessa is probably the only reason that I have anything good left in me, because if it were up to my parents to raise me, then I would’ve been nothing but a cold-hearted shell of a being. They would’ve drained every bit of compassion and love out of me.

“How are you to love birds doing? Are you ready to move on to Spain yet or would you like to spend another day in La Graciosa?” She asks. For the past two months of summer break, Carley and I have been traveling from Miami, where we stayed for two days at my father’s beach house and then got on his private yacht, sailing from island to island, spending two three days before moving to the next. I wanted Carley to see the world, but for now, we are making our way to Greece, our next stop being Spain.

“Are you ready to move on?” I ask her, running a hand up and down her hip, unable to keep my hands off her for long. Carley pops another grape in her mouth, pretending to consider it, but I already know that she is ready to move on, having seen what there is to see on this little island. I love it when she does this, her finger going to her mouth, tapping her soft lips while her head is tilted back.

“We only have three weeks left and I really want to spend as much time as we possibly can in Greece. I would like to leave here as soon as possible, if you don’t mind.” Always so sweet, never one to inconvenience anyone, even if they get paid for it.

“Alrighty then, seems like we are off on our next adventure.” Tessa says, giving Carley a bright smile before turning to me with a knowing one, her eyes flicking to my hand on Carley’s waist. Not sure what she is expecting of me. Tessa knows I am no saint and Carley and I have christened nearly every room, table and chair on this yacht in the past two months.

As soon as Tessa is gone, I pull Carley into my lap, her body fitting perfectly against mine. “Alone again.” I whisper in her ear, brushing my lips against that soft spot behind her ear. She shivers against me, her nails digging into my leg. So fucking perfect.

“And what do you propose we do about that?” She asks, her breathing turning erratic, her pulse beating hard against my lips.

“I think it is time I award you.” I push her hard against my erection, making sure she knows where I am going with this.

“Yes, please.” Perfect. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect for me.