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cock. Only a moment and then his tongue thrust deep into her mouth as she squeezed and found a rhythm that had his hips following what her hand directed.
    She wanted to feel him inside of her, knowing he could probably bring her to climax again in one thrust. The thought made her rhythm quicken. She felt him stiffen and his breath come out in ragged gasps.
    He pulled back and out of her reach. He held a single hand up, begging her not to touch him. She watched him, desire pleading her to force him on his back and find a way to satisfy both of them.
    It took Carter a moment to compose himself.
    Screw it. Jani sat up and pushed him into a seated position. She leaned forward in the same motion and slid him into her mouth.
    “Shit, Jani!” Carter gasped.
    She took him by surprise and it was worth it.

Chapter 3
     
    By the morning, they were both physically exhausted. Somehow Carter kept his promise and they did not have sex. How he managed to hold back earned a new stripe of respect from Jani. She knew there were several points in the night where she had begged him, and he had not let it happen. They fell asleep when it was already starting to get light out.
    Jani snuggled against the soft comforter and pillow. A delicious smell of bacon cooking filled her nostrils. She rolled onto her back, pleasantly sore from the physical exertion the night before. She smiled, her eyes still closed, as she stretched. She had liked Carter last night before they dropped Aileen off, but now she seriously liked him.
    She heard Carter moving around in the kitchen and sat up, wrapping the sheet around her naked body. She felt shy in the bright sunlight lying in his room, even without him in there.
    His room didn’t have the messy appeal that hers had. His clothes were folded and put away or hanging in his closet. She half imagined a couple pairs of speedos hanging on hooks or lying in the corner on the floor. Only her panties and bra lay there – one on the bedpost, the other in the corner. She didn’t want to know how that happened.
    The room was pretty bare: a bed, dresser, closet and two Ikea-style shelves on the far wall with plaques, a glass trophy, and some photos. Goggles and swim caps sat on the far side of the lower shelf. She wondered who were on the pictures; she couldn’t see from the bed.
    Jani grabbed her bra off the post and slipped it on. She raced over to her panties and put them on also. “Crap!” she whispered. Her blouse and skirt were lying somewhere downstairs. She moved to the dresser and skipping the top drawer because she figured it would be full of socks and boxers, she checked the second. Bingo! The top shirt on the side closest to her had a swim meet logo design on the front folded part. She pulled it out and slipped her arms through it. Downy fresh scent waffled through the heavy smell of bacon as her head came through the top.
    Her feet stepped silently across the wood floor. She smiled when she heard Carter singing downstairs. She picked up a silver pair of goggles and ran the rubber over her fingers. They were tinier than she imagined and the silver was shiny enough to be a mirror. She checked her reflection and quickly set the glasses down. Her hair seemed to have grown a mind of its own. She pulled the band she always kept on her wrist beside her watch and pulled her hair into a messy bun. It was better than crazy-head.
    The pictures on the shelf were team photos and a few individual ones of Carter racing. Someone had taken the time to make black and white pictures and frame them in silver – the same color as his swim goggles. Maybe an old girlfriend. Did he have one last year? He hadn’t mentioned it, but then again, what kind of guy would talk about an ex while trying to hook up with someone else? She hadn’t asked the first time they fooled around, and it never crossed her mind the second time.
    She covered her hand with her mouth. What if he had a girlfriend and had messed around with her? Her eyes