Common Duty

Common Duty

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Carrie has sole custody of her younger brother, a twelve year old in a twenty-two year old body. Caleb struggles with daily life and acceptance and Carrie struggles with keeping him out of trouble. Can an unlikely source help her straighten things out with her brother and help her see that men aren't out to break her heart at the same time? This is one of my lighter stories, nothing too crazy just a simple romance to take my mind out of the gutter for a while. I hope you enjoy.

Summary

Carrie has sole custody of her younger brother, a twelve year old in a twenty-two year old body. Caleb struggles with daily life and acceptance and Carrie struggles with keeping him out of trouble. Can an unlikely source help her straighten things out with her brother and help her see that men aren't out to break her heart at the same time?
This is one of my lighter stories, nothing too crazy just a simple romance to take my mind out of the gutter for a while. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter27 (v.1) - A night at Torches

Author Chapter Note

I hope I have all the errors out of this one but it seems every time I read I find a new one. If you see any let me know. Thanks for stopping by. Hope you have a great day.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 06, 2018

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Nate stepped into Torches, he wanted to stay away and avoid the train wreck that he saw coming if he was in the same room with Jordan but he couldn't risk leaving Carrie alone especially at a bar. He was holding on by a thread hoping he didn't lose her and if he did lose her then his goal was to spend every minute with her till it was over. He needed to fill his memory bank with her scent, her sounds and every inch of her skin. He couldn't just give up, he wouldn't just give up. His threats were empty before because he was so in love with her that he was willing to be played until she figured out what she wanted and deep down he hoped she would want him.

He bought a beer and found Marci in the back room the reunion committee had reserved. She was happy to see him as she greeted him with a hug and he realized she was lit. "I hope you have a ride home." 

Marci giggled. "Of course Officer Davis." She slurred. "Tom Tom is taking me home." She pointed to her brother he'd met the first night he'd found this crew at a bar. Tommy waved back as he heard his name and spotted Nate. After a minute of talking to Marci and Tommy he scanned the bar for Carrie and didn't see her so he had to ask. "Where's Carrie?"

Marci frowned. "She was here but I haven't seen her in a while, she's probably in the bathroom puking."

Nate frowned. "I'm going to go find her." He walked off and started searching the bar. When he couldn't find her he made his way to the bathrooms and opened the woman's restroom door slightly to yell in and see if she was in there. She responded with a yeah. "Is anyone else in there?"

"No." She answered.

He opened the door and found her in a stall sitting on the lid of the toilet slumped down with red and swollen eyes, she was trying to use tissue paper to dry her face. "Did you drink too much?" 

She shook her head. "I don't know." She cried. "Maybe."

"How much have you had to drink?" He lifted her off the seat and then turned to sit with her in his lap.

She sniffled and thought for a second. "Not enough."

He chuckled and kissed her red cheeks. "I'm sorry about earlier." He stated. "I didn't mean to yell at you."

She laid her head on his shoulder as more tears fell. "I'm sorry too."

He kissed her cheek. "I'm so worried I'm going to lose you." He admitted.

"I don't want to be lost." She agreed as she shifted to kiss his neck.

He chuckled. She was definitely intoxicated.

"I didn't think you were going to come tonight."

"I'm here." He kissed her lips. "Why are you hiding in the bathroom?"

"Because." She sniffled. "Jordan's out there and you're not and I don't want to be around him if you are going to kill him for it."

Nate bit his lip to stifle his anger, just hearing the name Jordan sent his blood pumping these days. "I'm here now. Do you want to go out and dance with me?"

She nodded her head but pulled herself tight against him. "In a minute. Can you please just hold me?"

He pushed her up to look into her eyes. "Baby, I'll hold you forever." 

She stared back and leaned forward to kiss him. Her emotions coming to rest after being up and down, she’d been so worried after he left, she hadn’t been certain he still hadn’t broken up with her. She sunk into his warmth as relief washed over her. He hadn’t quit, he was still here. She groaned into his mouth as a burning desire to have him took over. She needed to make sure he was real right now. She needed to make love with the man who loved her. With her fingers pushing into his hair and her breast pushing against his chest he became consumed by her heat. It didn’t matter where they were he needed to be inside her. 

His hands snaked up to cup her face and hold her for a deeper kiss, his tongue finding the back of her teeth and tasting the liquor on her breath. He let his hands slide down the front of her shirt and cup each rounded globe, her moan vibrating on his tongue started pulling on his desires. After a minute of fucking her mouth with his tongue he had to pull back to adjust his jeans.

"Fuck Baby." He groaned in frustration of his situation but she more than willingly took him literally. Her tongue worked inside his mouth faster, her fingers pushing his shirt up and she shifted so that she was straddling his lap. His thick muscular thighs hard between hers, she adjusted and squirmed until her legs straddled his hips and her aching pussy was pressing against his throbbing meat. She could feel the heat through the layers of both their jeans.

He let her have her way, more than willing to let out his own aggression at the moment. He needed to fuck her, to claim her, if only he could make sure her ex could see, then he could make sure the fucker backed off. The thought angered him and his actions grew rough, his need to mark his territory overcoming his ability to be gentle. He just needed to fuck her, needed to be deep inside her so he could claim her as his own. He wanted her to wear his scent and let the world know she was forever taken. His fingers slid under her shirt and bra and wrapped around each full globe squeezing roughly. His thumb and finger found her nipples and pinched simultaneously; a move that knotted his penis even more. He pulled down the cups of her bra to rest under each breast, her shirt came up next and he captured a mouthful. Sucking hard he pulled until she gave a whimper then he hit repeat on the opposite globe. Her hands dug into his soft brown hair as he stayed focused for an eternity on her breast. Even as the bathroom door swung open and giggling drunk women made their way to the toilets he continued his pursuit. Carrie giggled in embarrassment at the sound of the two women talking back and forth while relieving themselves of the abundance of drink in their systems. Nate didn't seem to care as he maintained the feast he was enjoying.

His mouth came back up to greet hers and she sighed as she leaned into his kiss, he was a great kisser, his mouth was great at everything and she was enjoying the pleasure of his lips, teeth and tongue. His hand gripped the back of her neck and kept her pressed against him, his hard penis still biting into her own wanting center. Their clothes were becoming an annoyance as they continued to rub against each other.

She let out a deep groan as she rocked her hips into his groin, the shaft growing harder by the push, seeking to have him inside her. Her drunken state altering her ability to restrain herself as she nearly came from the desire alone. Nate slid a hand between them; even fully clothed he could find her clit and apply the right amount of pressure to send her scrambling. Rocking her hips faster she sought the orgasm, chased it like her life depended on it. “Oh Nate!” She breathed out against his ear as the heat consumed her. He covered her mouth with his own to muffle her cries. When her body shuddered and collapsed against him he pulled her close. 

Carries face instantly warmed at the embarrassment of losing it so quickly and still being completely dressed. Nate’s lips on her neck sucked in her skin for a soft nibble.  She pulled back to look at him with a lazy, embarrassing half smile on her face. His desire still strong, thick and hot biting into her soaked vagina, lust in his dark grey eyes. She kissed him on the lips. “I've never done that before.” She whispered and kissed him again.

"No?" He groaned as he covered her mouth and stole a passionate kiss. 

She looked around the stall, it was the largest one in the room having been built for wheel chair access but it still seemed so small with Nate’s large figure in it. She giggled as she thought about what could be next, she was never one to have sex in public but right now she wasn’t concerned about anything other than pleasing Nate, making up for what happened earlier in the day. She ran her hands over his hard shaft as he let out a slow hiss. “What do we do about this?” She questioned, her concern in her voice. She didn’t want to leave him hard.

He put a hand over hers and growled. “Unless you plan to take these pants off and finish you’ll need to stop touching or I’ll never walk out of here.”

“I don’t know what to do.” She stated, this was new to her.

“You’re a smart woman.” He kissed her, enjoying her embarrasment and innoncence. “You can think of something.”

She ran through her options, she could kneel and give him a blow job but the stall was way too small for that, especially with his large figure in it. She smiled as she finally considered another position. She stood in front of him and started to unbutton her own jeans and shimmy them down her thighs, he rubbed his hands over her bare thighs. She pulled him to his feet and worked on his button and zipper in the confined space. She giggled at the position she put herself in as she turned them both around so that she was facing the toilet and bending over so that he had access behind her. As she looked around she briefly considered the unsanitary condition of sex in a bathroom stall but right now her need to please Nate outweighed her thoughts of cleanliness. Nate lined himself and stroked her soaking slit with the head of his penis. He grabbed her hips and forced his way in before she had time to adjust to the position. She let out a deep groan as he stroked himself. He ran his hands up her sides and cupped her still exposed breasts and used them to grip her body and force his thrusts deep inside her.

Carrie struggled to hold her cries in, she put her hands against the wall to meet him thrust for thrust until he grew and pulsed inside her. His rigid flesh hitting her hard and sending her scrambling to hold on and wait to meet him at the explosion. “Fuck Carrie!” He groaned out and she felt his hot fluid filling her and dripping down the insides of her thighs. She let it go with him as she panted and spasms around his shaft. He pulled her up and kissed her neck. His hands still rubbing the skin on her belly and cupping her breasts. He carefully returned her bra to the correct position and straightened her shirt. “Get me some of that tissue.” He instructed. She leaned over and grabbed a handful and handed it to him. When he used it to capture the fluid escaping her she smiled as she considered how thoughtful he was being.

They both straightened and dressed and he turned her to him to kiss her again. “First time huh?” He teased.

She giggled with her face turning red as she nodded and kissed him.

Carrie jumped a little startled when the bathroom door flew open and Marci yelled into the room. “Carrrrrriiiiieeeee.” She burped and giggled. “Where arrrrre yooooouuuu? You in here?”

Carrie and Nate both chuckled as he opened the door and stuck his head out to see Marci staggering to the stall. "She's in here." He confirmed. 

Carrie was feeling great as she sat on a tall bar stool around a table of her old classmates, she was catching up and enjoying the fact that Nate stood close by. He had no problem getting along with the people around him. They both watched as some of the men talked about the chaos they created when they were younger and Carrie felt her face turn red when the men recalled some of the antics that included her, Jordan and Marci. She felt Nate chuckle behind her as he listened and she tried to shush the men as they laughed at her embarrasment. She didn't hold back as she recalled some of their embarrasing moments as well. The strangest part of it all was having Nate and Jordan so close at the same time. Although they didn't speak to each other and Jordan's conversation was limited within the group of people she could feel Jordan's eyes on her and she worried that Nate would react. Maybe it was just her imagination but she felt the tension build and wanted to get away so she pulled Nate to the dance floor.

"You were quite the troublemaker in high school?" Nate teased as they swayed to the soft music.

She giggled. "Only because Marci would drag me into it with her."

"Sounds to me like you were both little dare devils."

Carrie chuckled and shook her head. "I usually had no choice, most of the time I wasn't aware of what she was pulling me into until we were halfway through it. Like the trainbridge incident. She swore to me she'd done that before. We were almost dead when she finally admitted that it was her first time as well. After that night the boys wouldn't dare us to do anything stupid again."

Carrie was happy to stay on the dance floor with Nate, he kept her close and the evening became more afterplay for what happened in the bathroom. Their bodies craved to be close and they were, rubbing against each other as inconspicuous as possible. She ignored the other patrons and didn't bother to pay attention to anyone else. She loved being in Nate's arms and the feeling of being in a world that belonged to only them.

As they finished up their evening and planned to go to Nate's for the night she stated her goodbye's while Nate took care of his bar tab.

"Are you leaving?" Jordan questioned.

"Yes." She answered twisting her fingers as she nervously worried what would happen if Nate saw them talking. 

"I was hoping we might have a chance for one dance?" Jordan asked.

"I can't Jordan."

"Why not?"

"You know why." She answered looking up to his face.

He stepped closer and she stepped back finding herself against a wall. 

"Please Jordan. You have to leave me alone." She tried to sound convincing.

"I don't have to do anything Care Bear, and neither do you. It's a free country and you can choose to do what you want, you can choose who you want." He put a hand on the wall beside her face and another on her hip then leaned forward invading more of her space. She slipped sideways to avoid being captured within his personal space.

She spotted Nate heading her way and put even more distance between her and Jordan, her heart clinched in fear as she worried the two would cause a scene and she just wanted to escape. Her hopes that Nate hadn't witnessed Jordan so close crashed as she saw the look on his face. She tried to stand between the two and greet Nate like nothing happened. "Are we ready to go?" She tried to grab his hand and lead him away from Jordan.

He shook his head as his eyes narrowed on hers. "In a sec." He hissed as he stepped around her and made his way to Jordan. She tried pulling on his hand to stop him but he only pulled her with him. "Keep your hands to yourself asshole!" He growled in Jordan's face. 

The two men stood almost toe to toe, Nate was taller by an inch so the two men appeared equal in every way and Carrie worried that they would both be hurt by the end of the night.

Jordan gave Nate a sly grin. "Or what? Officer Davis? What are you going to do about it?"

Nate wasn't fazed, he fisted Jordan's shirt and pushed the man against the wall he had just been leaning against. "Don't fuck with me asshole. You lost your chance. She's mine and that's the way it's going to be. Keep your fucking hands to yourself before I beat them off you!"

Carrie pulled on Nates arm. "Please Nate. Let him go." She spotted several people watching the two men. "Lets just go."

Jordan smirked as Nate pushed off and released him. "Are you sure?" Jordan asked as Nate started to back away. "Are you sure she's all yours? Because I think she's just using you. She wants me back. She's just making me pay for taking so long to come back. She's already told me; I'm the only reason you two had sex."

Nate turned and threw a punch, hard enough to surprise Jordan and knock him to the ground. 

Carrie shrieked in surprise herself and then stared at Nate for a brief second before she looked down at Jordan. Her first instinct was to go to Jordan and see if he was okay but she stopped herself as she realized she couldn't, not with Nate watching. She looked back to him trying to decide what to do next. They needed to leave. Nate's eyes were cold and her heart dropped to her stomach as Jordan's words registered. Fuck! She told Jordan too much and now he was using the information to get between her and Nate. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Her eyes shed tears at the thought of losing Nate again. He wouldn't come back this time, she was sure of that. "I'm sorry Nate." She grabbed his arm and pleaded. "I'm sorry. I didn't plan to tell him, we were talking, it just slipped out."

He snorted, annoyed at her crap excuses. "Fuck that Carrie." He pointed to Jordan who was still on the ground with a hand over his eye and a smirk on his face. "Is that what you really want? A fucking asshole that leaves when the going gets tough?"

Carrie's eyes shifted between Nate and Jordan. "No." She stated. With the crowd of people gathering Carrie felt the heat rush to her face, she didn't want to be here, she didn't want to be in this situation with her boyfriend and her ex fighting over her. She didn't want to think about any of this she just wanted the hell out of there. 

Jordan stood, he wasn't going to give up his fight. "I didn't give up Carrie. I fought hard for you back then." Carrie looked over at Jordan. "You were the one that gave up."

Carrie shook her head at Jordan's accusation. "No! Jordan! You left!"

He nodded. "I did, because you told me to leave." He stated calmly as he kept an eye on Nate who had the appearance of man that was planning to leave them both to argue on their own. It's exactly what Jordan was hoping for. He was hoping the boyfriend would get tired of it all and leave. "You told me we needed time apart, you needed time to think, you told me to leave."

Carrie cried. "I never said that!" Her mind raced through memories and tried to recall if she had said those words and it hit her she had.

Jordan gave a benign smile. "Yes you did honey."

Nate tensed at the exchange between the two, his instinct was to drag Carrie away, NO! His instinct was to beat Jordan back to the ground again. He grabbed Carrie's shoulders and turned her towards him. "If you're going to stand here and argue with him, I'm leaving." He gave the ultimatium, he wasn't going to stay and watch these two ignore him.

Carrie looked up to Nate, her eyes full of torment as Jordan's words sunk in, she had told him to leave but she'd been angry, its not like she meant it. "Nate." She sobbed. "Please take me home."

Nate nodded, more than pleased to be the one taking her home for the evening, he gave Jordan a savage look, a warning to stay back and pulled Carrie to the door.

 


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