EroticReverie

Joliette

It’s been two weeks since Carver claimed me that night in the bog. Two weeks of orgasm after orgasm, of Carver finding a way to spend time with me each day, making sure I cum for him several times each time he’s with me. 

As much as I beg him to. We still haven’t had sex. I haven’t even seen his dick. And god it was frustrating. I go from Briar who begged for me to fuck me daily. To a guy who insists we wait and “take things slow”.  But I didn’t want to take things slow and the only thing we were taking slow was the sex stuff. Because just last night Carver had held me in his arms as we laid out on the bog, my naked nobody against his clothed one after spending the better part of an hour teasing me with his mouth and making me cum, and told me he loved me. 

I was quick to return the words, and he was quick to repeat them as he trailed kisses back down to my pussy and repeated them again and again as he licked me mercilessly again. 

I didn’t ask where he went at night after he left me. I never asked why sometimes he showed up with bruised knuckles. Or why there was blood on the floor of his car the other night. I wasn’t sure I was allowed to ask. Even if I knew he wouldn’t tell me. And how long would I be like that? Being kept from whatever other part of his life he was keeping me from? Did I want to know what Carver did? Where he went or what he was doing when he wasn’t with me? Yes. But, maybe also no. He seemed to think my perception oh him would change. That I wouldn’t look at him the same and it scared me. It made me think of what awful things he could be doing. Was he a drug dealer? Part of a gang? 

I’m with Edana at her house, and I’ve been making sure I still spend time with her. Not wanting to strain our friendship because I was dating her brother. We didn’t talk much about it. Neither of us really wanted to. I couldn’t gossip to her about how hot her brother was. Or what a good kisser he was or how I was sexually frustrated that he had yet to actually have sex with me. Yeah. Don’t think she wants to hear any of that. 

I don’t expect Carver to be back until much later. So when tires roll into the drive way and me and Edana hear voices that sound frantic and foot steps coming to the house. The panic is instant and I’m up on my feet and following her to the door but it bursts open and my eyes go wide as Carver holds his upper arm. There’s blood all over him. 

“Carver!” I shriek and he looks up , his friends Zephyr and Kazimir behind him. 

Carver barrels past me and I just stand there in shock. His friends trialing after him and they start arguing in the kitchen. Edana goes in and starts yelling at him as well. 

“What the fuck happened?!” She yells at his friends. 

“Mind your business Edana” Carver growls. 

“Fuck you! It IS my business. My fucking brother is bleeding! Are you, oh my god are you shot?! Someone shot you?!” She’s screaming at him and stand at the edge of the kitchen watching him use his teeth to open a bottle of alcohol as he tells Zephyr and Kazimir to get a box from the garage.  

“It’s blue. Looks like a tool box” he says and they nod and go out together and I wince as he pours the liquor into his mouth swallowing it down and his hand moves away from the wound and I gasp. He winces and looks up at me. 

“Get her out of here” he says to Edana. 

My brows pinch. 

“Carver” I say softy. 

“Edana. Both of you. Get out.” He says and I swallow as he takes another large pull on the liquor and Zephyr and Kazimir both come back in setting a large blue box on the counter. Opening it and there a bunch of surgical equipments. Bandages. Ointments. 

“Youre gonna have to take it out” he tells them and I start to cry. His eyes look up to me as his friends pull out piece of equipment from the tool  box. 

“Bellamira. Go.” He says. 

I shake my head and he growls. 

“God damnit Joliette” he says through his teeth. 

“Who did that?” I ask my tears falling. 

“Edana!” He yells at his sister and I know he wants her to get me out. Because he doesn’t want me scared.  But it’s a little too fucking late for that. 

“Dont fucking yell at me! Don’t be a prick!” She yells back at him and he growls.

I hold onto the wall at the entrance of the kitchen and watch as Carver nods to one of the silver instruments.

“That one” he says. Zephyr grabbing the instrument and peeling open the sterile packaging. 

I jerk my head away as Zephyr uses the instrument to slip into the small wound that’s pouring blood still. Looking back at it like a train wreck that I can’t look away from. 

“Son of a-“ Carver growls and his teeth are clamped down on the neck of his black shirt that he shoved into his mouth with his other hand. I yelp as his head goes back and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Fuck!” He yells. And Edana is staring worriedly between the three of them as they work.  We watch as her brother growls each time they do something. The bullet drops to the counter with the instrument and blood spatters on the counter and I’m still crying , swiping tears as his friends clean the wound , pressing gauze into the small wound. Cleaning up around it. Taking the gauze back out and adding fresh gauze when the blood soaks it.

“You need to go to a fucking hospital!” Edana yells at them. 

“Edana. Enough.” He growls at his sister and she scowls at him. 

“It’s gonna get infected. You idiots don’t even know what you’re doing!” She yells at them. 

Edana slaps Kazimirs hand away from her arm as he tries to calm her. 

“I’m fucking fine” he says as Zephyr bandages around his arm to hold the gauze in place. 

I swipe my tears again and Carver looks to me. A small pinch of his brows. He frowns, then picks up the liquor taking a swig of it and then walking over to me as I just stand there.  My eyes on his arm. His good arm coming behind me and grabbing the back of my head gently as he pulls me into him and kisses the top of my head. 

“I’m fine sweet girl” he says and I feel my heart pinch in my chest as he speaks to me softly. 

“I promise. I’m fine.” He says and I slip my arms around him and hold myself to him as tightly as I can and he kisses the top of my head again. 

“Hey” he says softly. “Need you to stop crying okay?” And that only makes me cry harder as Edana curses out Zephyr and Kazimir. As if they were to blame as she takes out her fear and anger on them. 

“Shhh” his breath whispers against my hair. 

“I’m fine” he assures me and god I want to hit him. To wail at his chest for being stupid. For doing anything that could get him hurt.

“Come on, let’s go outside” he says and leaves his sister inside to yell at his friends and I follow him and he groans as he sits down out back on a wooden porch swing and I sit on the side of his bad arm and look at it. 

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that” he says. 

“Sorry you have to see it at all” he says. 

“What happened?” I ask. 

He doesn’t answer me and I don’t look up at him because I know he’s not going to answer me. And I’ll just keep crying if I have to look at his face as he keeps his secrets from me. 

“How was your day?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“Don’t” I say my voice cracking. 

“Don’t act like you aren’t sitting here with a shot wound in your arm” I say and he turns and shifts carefully. 

“I’m not. I want to know how your day was.” He says and I look at him. 

“Terrible Carver!” I say raising my voice and he just stares at me without any reaction. 

“My boyfriend got fucking shot!” I say loudly.  

“Before that.” He says and I feel my brows draw in. 

“It’s not funny! It’s not a fucking joke!” I yell at him. God. I was so mad at him. So worried. But so fucking mad. How could he expect me to not fucking care about this? To not want and need to know what happened and why someone shot him?

“Love when your sweet mouth curses.” He says and it’s my turn to growl and I stand up. 

“Hey. Sit down” He says and I pace back and forth in front of him. 

“How can you expect me to not be upset? And not worried ?!” I ask as I stop pacing and look at him. 

“Cause you weren’t supposed to see it” he says. 

I glare at him. 

“Are you ever going to tell me? Anything?” I ask him. Looking back at him. 

“This.  And what I do. Isn’t anything you need to be concerned about.” He says. 

“Fuck you Carver” I shake my head and he stands as I go to leave. 

“Joliette” he growls my name. 

He jogs after me towards the door and his hand grabs my arm. His large hand circling all the way around it as he gently stops me. 

“I’m sorry.” He says. 

“I’m sorry. But I promised myself I’d never bring you into any of this. And I’m asking you to not fault me for not wanting to explain this to you. I’m not trying to be a dick Bellamira. I’m not keeping things from you for fun. You just…you don’t need to know. Trust me.” He says. 

“And what. One day you won’t show up? One day someone is gonna shoot you better than the fucking arm and I’m just gonna have to accept that? Accept that I let my boyfriend do whatever the hell he does in secret? That I just sat here waiting for him to come back to me like a dumbass while he gets shot at or killed?” I ask. 

“Knowing what I do. Won’t change any of that.” He says. 

“Just tell me!” I plead as I look up at him. 

He shakes his head. “No” he says softly. 

“Carver”my voice is a small broken cry. I can’t hear it my voice, the way he’s making my heart hurt. He does too. 

“Please.” He says. “Dont be mad at me” 

“Then tell me something. Anything.” I say , my voice pleading with him. 

“I’m going to love you anyways” I say and he looks at me. 

“Youre the sweetest girl I’ve ever known Bellamira. I can tell you that.  I can tell you how crazy you make me. How you make me happy. I can tell you I’ll do everything I fucking can to make sure you stay as sweet as you are” he says and my lower lip trembles. 

“Youre fucking precious to me, I’ll understand if you want to leave me” he says. And my brows draw together. 

“Youre breaking up with me?!” I cry feeling like the world is falling away from me. 

“What? Fuck no.” He says. “I’m just saying. I know I’m not good for you. And I’ll never be good enough for someone like you. And I’d understand if you didn’t want to be with me” he says. 

“I’d fight you to stay. Make no mistake. I wouldn’t let you go easy. But I would never blame you for leaving me if you wanted to” 

“Fuck you” I say angrily 

His head jerks slightly “what?”

“I said..fuck you” I repeat as tears stream down my face. 

“Okay” he says and blinks. 

“I’m mad at you.” I tell him. 

I can tell he wants to smile at me. But he fights it. He nods. 

“Okay.” He says. 

“And I really don’t like you right now” I say and he lifts his hand and bring it to the back of my head and slips it down over my hair. 

“Yeah. I can tell.” He says and then his hand comes to my face. 

“You think I’m gonna leave you?” I shake my head and I look up at him. 

“Youre so…” I keep shaking my head. “Youre so stupid” I say for lack of any better words or way to express how frustrated I am with him. 

“Well. That’s kind of mean. But. Yeah.” He says. And I hate that laugh bubbles up my throat as I cry. 

“Youre so fucking stupid” my voice cracks 

“Not you’re just being cruel , where’s my sweet girl?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“I hate you right now” I say keeping my face an angry as I possibly can.

“Yeah?” He asks me and his thumb draws over my trembling lip and I nod. 

“Go on…give it to me…I can take it Bellamira” he says.

“I fucking hate you” my tears well up and he nods. 

He stands there letting me repeat myself again and again. Cause we both know I don’t hate him. Not a single fucking bit. 

“I hate you so fucking much right now” I say and his thumb swipes my tears. 

“I know sweet girl” he says , his voice so fucking soothing. 

I reach up and grab his shirt and clutch it in my hands and the corner of his mouth lifts as he leans down to me slowly. 

“Don’t you dare fucking kiss me” I say and he smiles. 

“Okay” he says. 

“Fuck you” I say again and pull him to me by his shirt. My hands sliding up to his neck as I kiss him. Moving my mouth over his. I whimper and I bite his lip and I do it hard. 

He groans and his hand slips up in my hair. 

“You’re not being very sweet to me Bellamira” he says and I bite his lip again and he groans and I gasp as he clenches my hair in his fist and pulls it back and angles my mouth up higher as he bites my lip back and I dig my nails into the back of his neck. 

“I hate you” I repeat again as my lip slips through his teeth and he kisses down my neck and my eyes flutter as I gasp and he groans against my neck. 

“Tell me all about sweet girl” he whispers. 

“You’re such a dick” I say and he chuckles. 

“Fuck, I love you” he says and I groan as he kisses my neck and pulls my hair a bit harder. 

“Youre so fucking sweet even when your purposely trying not to be, you’ll never not be the sweetest fucking thing” he groans against my neck. 

“Carver” I whimper and he bites my neck. 

“Yeah baby?” He whispers. 

I whimper. 

“Do you want to go upstairs with me right now Bellamira?” He asks and I moan. His hand still

In my hair. 

“Do you want to go upstairs and yell at me some more while I put my mouth on your mean yet sweet little pussy?” He teases. 

God. I hated him. 

“Yes” I breathe. “Yes” I nod.