Living with the Collins

• T W O - PT 2 •

Very mature content, your being warned. Also I won't usually put these warnings out, so yeah, read at your own risk.

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"Sophia." A knock sounds at my door. I wrap my dressing gown tightly around my body before walking to the door to open it.

"We need to talk." Carter demands standing in front of my bedroom door.

"Why are you here Carter?"

"To talk." He shoulder passes me.

"The whole house is quiet. Your brother, Jake, doesn't come out of his room, only to eat and when he plays with Jacob. He smiles but everyone can tell it's fake." Carter said sighing and sitting down on my bed.

It's been around 1 week since the incident. Since Elijah shot Mark. I was going to do it but Elijah later on explained that he doesn't want anyone to witness me killing someone and he doesn't want me to live with the guilt of everyone watching. I mean, I didn't care if they saw. I left the warehouse straight away and came back here to Elijah's house.

"Harper is upset because she feels like it's her fault, which I don't understand."

"The rest of the guys are always busy. Mom is constantly worried about you, ever since she found out the full truth. Dad is always asking for you and even Paul is asking for you. Jacob is asking for you, Anna is also asking about you and we don't know what to say anymore."

"And you, how do you feel?" I ask him after he lets that all out. He looks up at me with a n emotion in his eyes I can't quite describe.

"Me," he points to himself. "I miss you like hell. When I found out what you did, I lost it. I knew you were alive somewhere and that you wouldn't have been an idiot and let yourself get killed too." He shake shakes his head.

"Everyone tried to convince me you were dead and I'm so fucking happy your alive Sophia. You don't understand how happy I am." He whispered walking up to me making me walk back into the wall, with him now trapping me.

"I missed you so much, angel." He trailed a finger down my cheek as a small smile graced my face.

"I haven't heard that nickname in ages, Romeo." I whispered.

My eyes flicked to his plump lips and I knew he was thinking what I was as he gently placed his lips over mine. Excitement bubbles in the pit of my stomach when he pulls away and gently undos the dressing gown.

I let it fall down the the ground and feel vulnerable to his naked eyes. He bits lips as his eyes rake down my naked body. It's not the first time he's seeing me naked, but it always feels like it is.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He growls and lifts me, throwing me on the bed making me giggle. He removes his top and then followed by his jeans. His lips come down and connect with mine again.

Trailing short, sweet kisses down my jaw and neck; my back arches as he continues his assault of kisses pass my breasts and down my stomach. He takes his take as he kisses each corner of my inner thigh, making me get even more impatient. I was aching for him to touch me or I'll just do it myself.

Just as I was about to talk I let out a loud moan feeling his tongue swirl against my, already wet clit. "Fuck." I moan when he plunges in a finger and then another one; going at a steady pace at first before he picks the speed up and going knuckle deep along my back arch even more and me moan even louder than before.

"Carter." I groan in utter bliss as he sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue around. He crawls up to me while finger fucking me and connects his lips with mine. I pull at his hair, making him groan, when I feel that build up.