After Zac gave me the warning not to kiss anyone else, I didn't. I keep my word for a year. A full freaking year and I didn't care. There is only one person I really want to kiss and that is Zac but he hasn't kissed me since the time in his car. He was true to his word on stopping whatever we had and not being alone with me.
Now it was October of 2008 and I was on the road with my family as my brothers toured. Natalie and Kate both needed help with their kids and I am that go to person. I am not about to complain, even if being around Kate and Zac hurts me. I know they still aren't right for each other and I am pretty sure, no matter how much Zac puts on a happy front that he just is not happy.
Walking onto the bus after going to a Greek restaurant in downtown Charlotte, I let myself onto my brother's bus. I don't think anyone is on because the last I remember is all of the families and kids wanted to go eat lunch alone. As soon as I step on the bus though, I'm greeted by the same smell from Zac's wedding reception and I make a face.
There is no way Kate let him stay behind so someone else has to be on the bus as well. Walking towards the back where the smell is coming from, I open the door to the back lounge and raise my eyebrow as I come face to face with Carrick. He is the lead singer in the opening band for this tour.
Carrick looks up at me as he takes the pipe he was smoking from out of his mouth, "I wasn't expecting anyone back for awhile. Zac said I could come borrow some of his stash while he was gone."
"Zac has a stash of pot on the bus?" I ask clearly in surprise of Carrick's reveal. I am not sure why it shocks me so much to know this. Maybe because I didn't think he would hide stuff on the bus.
Carrick laughs at my question, "He has tons of stashes hidden around the bus," he shrugs as he pats the place beside him. "Sit down."
Walking over to the couch I sit beside him and watch as he takes another hit from the pipe. Ever since Zac's wedding I did do like he said I would. I had found ways to smoke again with some of my friends. It's something no one knows though I'm pretty sure Zac suspects it. He is the one who did say I would do it again.
After I sit down, Carrick hands me the pipe and I smirk taking a hit off of it. "How long has Zac been sharing his stuff with you?" I ask as I hand the pipe back to him.
Carrick shrugs as he takes another hit, "Since before this tour. He started sharing his shit with me at the Fools Banquet in 2007. I think that was the moment I knew he was a true friend," he smirks as he offers the pipe to me again.
"Zac's good like that, sharing his stuff I mean," I laugh before I put the pipe to my lips. "He let me have a smoke for the first time at his wedding reception," I tell Carrick as I hand the pipe back. "That was my first time ever smoking and since then I haven't stopped. I've found ways to sneak around with friends and smoke. Hide stashes in my room and yet everyone thinks I'm a good girl. I hate living up to that stereotype."
"You hate being good huh?" Carrick asks as he raises an eyebrow and looks at me curiously. "Then do something stupid and reckless. Something your parents will hate."
Thinking over his words, I smirk, "Well they'd hate you," I say knowing exactly what my statement means. I am referring to having sex with him.
Carrick raises an eyebrow, "You parents seemed to like me well enough when I was at their house last year," he says before frowning playfully as he nudges me, "but if you really want to do me, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea."
Now it's my turn to raise my eyebrow, "Really?" I ask feeling a little shocked by that. I never thought he would say that. I mean I'm considerably younger than him at seventeen and he has to be in his early thirties to late twenties.
"You're an attractive girl and I wouldn't see anything wrong with having a little fun with you," he winks as he lets his hand rest on my thigh, which makes me shiver in a good way.
Biting my lip, I reach my hand down to his and slowly guide it up my dress, wanting to him to rub much like Zac did on New Years Eve last year. I want to see if I can get the same feeling from him that I got from my own brother.
Carrick takes the hint and soon I feel his hand make cotton with the panties I have on under my skirt. His hand rubbing me through the fabric. Unlike Zac he isn't going slow but it still make me get turned on. It still makes me wet.
"Fuck," I mutter as I feel him push my panties to the side and soon slip a finger inside of my wetness. His fingers aren't as rough as Zac's but they still feel just as good as his. Before long he has his finger going in and out of me at a pace that I like and I just close my eyes, a moan coming out as I let myself enjoy what is happening.
I know Zac would probably consider this something I shouldn't do either but at this point, I'm too far gone to even understand why he has such a problem with me kissing or doing anything with other guys. He's the one who has a wife. I'm single and can do as I please with who I please.
"You like this Avery?" Carrick asks as he reaches over with his free hand and moves some hair away from neck, his lips soon connecting with the flesh there which makes me moan again. His lips are much softer than Zac's but they make my skin feel as if it's on fire.
I nod my head in response, "I love it," I answer as I move my head some and soon connect my lips to his in a kiss, finally breaking Zac's one major rule. Don't kiss any other guy. I know if he were here he would be livid, seeing me kissing the guy he considers his best friend. Seeing Carrick finger me.
Carrick kisses me rougher, adding a second finger which makes my hips start to move in time with his fingers. I know I need more than just this though. I need more than his fingers inside me. "I want you," I whimper into the kiss.
Taking that as all the initiative he needs, Carrick slips his fingers out of me and pushes me back on the couch, laying over me as his kisses me harder, his hands trailing their way up and under my dress again, though this time it's to remove my panties.
After my panties are off he kisses down my cheek and onto my neck his hips moving into mine. I can clearly feel how hard he is and I like that he is the second guy I have made that way in my lifetime. I like that he wants me. That someone besides Zac wants me.
Pulling away from the kiss, I reach up and take his shirt off, throwing it down to the floor. My eyes scan his chest, noticing that he has way more hair than Zac does. His chest sort of resembles Taylor which I find disgusting and hot at the same time.
Feeling him pull my dress up, I left up and help him remove it, blushing when I'm left in just my bra as he looks me over. I wonder if he will find me beautiful like Zac does.
"You are sexy," he mutters which just makes me blush more. It's a different word than Zac used and I like it.
Kissing him again, I reach up and undo his jeans, sliding them down in one quick motion along with his boxers. Once I have them off, I feel him position himself just right between my legs and he slides inside of me, a moan coming out of his lips.
The moment he slides inside me, I dig my nails into his back feeling a bit of pain. It's worse than when Zac fingered me for the first time last year but it also feels good too. "Go slow," I whisper into his mouth hoping he gets the hint that I'm a virgin and have never done this before.
Carrick nods his head and I soon feel him start to move, a moan coming out of me. I've never felt something like this before. Something that feels so raw and natural. Being with him isn't how I envisioned my first time ever since the night with Zac on New Years but it will do. He will do.
Digging my nails farther in his back, I let myself move with him after awhile and I close my eyes, the initial pain starting to go away and leave. Now I'm feeling nothing but pleasure and it's the sweetest pleasure I have ever felt.
Carrick starts to kiss down onto my neck again and I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access, my eyes closing tighter as he starts to kiss and suck on the skin there. It makes me shiver and groan.
"This feels nice," I whisper as Carrick starts to go just a bit faster and my nails travel down his back. I'm pretty sure he will have scratch marks for days to come.
"Correction," Carrick says on my skin. "You feel nice," he smirks as his hand reaches between us and he starts to rub my clit as he keeps moving in and out of me.
The combination of him rubbing me soon brings me over the edge and I moan his name out as I reach my orgasm. It's not long after that, that I feel him shudder and soon lay against me, trying to catch his breath.
As we both lay there, I hear someone curse and I look towards the door of back lounge in just enough time to see someone walking away. I'm pretty sure from the brief glance of a stripped shirt who it is and I push Carrick up off me.
"I.." I start to say but he nods as if he knows.
"I hear your nieces and nephews," he smiles oblivious to the fact that Zac saw us having sex with each other.
I just nod and get dressed in a hurry, leaving the back lounge. I know my hair is a mess and I more than likely smell like sex but I don't care. "Where is Zac?" I ask Taylor when I reach the front of the bus.
Taylor looks at me with a raised eyebrow, "I think he went inside the venue. He left the bus like a bat out of hell."
Leaving the bus after Taylor tells me where Zac went, I head inside the venue and start my search for Zac. It's small back here so I'm hoping my search isn't too long.
"Zac," I call out hoping he will show himself if he hears me. I get no answer so I continue checking every room I find. When I reach the last one I open it and find Zac sitting on a couch drinking out of a bottle of beer.
"Isn't it too early to be drinking?" I ask as I shut the door behind me.
Zac looks up and rolls his eyes, taking another drink, "Isn't it to early to be getting high and fucking my best friend?" he spits out
Going silent I just look down not sure what to say to him.
"You reek of him by the way," he speaks again, his tone still harsh. "You fucking reek of him and my damn weed. I hope he is worth it Avery."
I look up confused by what he means. "Worth what?" I ask letting my confusion come out in my words.
"Losing me," Zac mutters as he finishes off his beer and throws it it towards the wall beside me. I jump when it shatters. "Now get the hell out of my sight. Looking at you just makes me sick."
As tears sting my eyes, I do as Zac says. I leave the room and head back to the bus, fighting back the tears. I hate that I have hurt Zac and I know he means it when he says I have lost him. In his mind I have betrayed him. I have done what he asked me not to do. Kiss another guy. Be with another guy.