58. Beg Me Baby #3
“We don’t have to do this right now.” He swallowed thickly, pants stuck around his ankles because I couldn’t reach that far. “We have the rest of our lives.”
“Carter.” I groaned. “Don’t make me put you back on probation.”
“Are you blackmailing me for sex?” his mouth curled as he teased. “Why is that kind of hot?”
“Time to put your money where your mouth is, flyboy.” I rasped, sinking into the grass as the weight of his body finally descended over mine, as he laid me back like a precious, fragile artifact beneath him, all while looking devious as ever.
“Are you ready for the ride of your life, because I’ve been waiting my whole life to show you the ropes?” He smirked, leaning into my ear to murmur. “You always were a little Rookie, weren’t you, pretty girl?”
“We’ll see how funny your jokes are when your cock is buried inside this perfect pussy.” I shot right back. “Because you’re about to find out how ruthless she can be.”
“Ahhh, there’s that smart mouth I love so much.
” He chuckled, low and deep against me, but it was me who stopped laughing the moment his mouth claimed mine—the moment his muscular body rocked and he notched himself against me, already stretching me as the earth held me from below and his solid weight held me from above.
Watching me with a soft, wild expression, Carter pushed in. Leaving me writhing beneath him, breathless and gasping as I stretched wider than I ever had in order to accommodate him.
“ Fuck. ” He groaned as he pulled back and then pushed in a little further. “You’re so damn tight, sweetheart.”
“Is that all of it?” I managed to rasp out, feeling like I might actually split in half.
“Nearly.” He gripped my hips, easing out.
“Nearly?! Oh, God, Carter, I don’t know if it’s going to fit.” I cried as he swept his head over my swollen clit, making me jolt. “I don’t know if I can?— ”
“You can take it, baby.” He murmured, watching me totally entranced as he slowly pushed in again.
“I know you can, because you were made for me.” He rocked his hips, pushing that last bit in as my head tipped back, lips falling open in a silent cry.
“Look at you.” He murmured, “You look so pretty taking me like this.” I was breathless as he settled there for a moment, peppering gentle kisses over my eyes, my nose, finally my lips.
He rocked again, and I cried a strangled noise against his mouth, realizing that was all of it.
“There it is. See, princess , I knew you could do it, take my obi-wand— hot dog style, just like you wanted.” He teased softly, and I whimpered but flexed around him in defiance, making him swear.
“Careful, or I might be tempted to fulfill the other half of your request and split you in half, just like you asked me to.” He threatened with a dark, amused chuckle, all while he cradled my face in his hands so gently.
“ Carter. ” I whimpered, unable to vocalize anything else as he slowly withdrew and then his muscles rippled against me as he rolled his hips, filling me again.
“Sar, you feel so incredible, just like I knew you would.” The adoration in his eyes as he fucked me in broad daylight between a garden of roses was like nothing I’d ever seen. “I love you.” He whispered into my ear and then proceeded to thrust so hard I couldn’t speak.
“With everything I am.” Thrust.
“Everything I’ll ever be.” Thrust.
“You’re my everything, sweetheart.” His tongue swept into my mouth as he kissed me breathlessly. “And I’m never going to let you go again.” Thrust.
There was so much longing in his eyes, so much vulnerability there, and difficult as it was to speak, I had so much to say.
“I love you too.” I rasped, feeling him in me, and around me, shielding the world out as everything tightened.
“The way you see me, the way you show up for me.” He gazed down at me, eyes shining, just before my head tipped back, eyes slamming shut with pleasure when he thrust again.
“I just want you to know that I see you too—all of your goodness, because you’re so deserving of good things, Carter.
” I confessed breathlessly while a tear slipped down his face as he rocked against me again and again.
In that moment, I realized how much he needed to hear those words, realized that maybe he’d been waiting a lifetime for me to say them. “I want you to know that I’m your safe space too, that no matter what’s happened, what you’ve done, I will always love you, Carter. All of you. ”
His eyes were soft even as he wrecked me, even as another tear slipped down his cheek while he captured my mouth with his, and claimed me.
“Thank you.” He murmured against my lips, and in that moment, I knew my big strong man was as tender as they came.
I knew I’d never take that for granted, his vulnerability with me, his gentleness.
The sun practically shimmered between the roses as it came up, and Carter was all muscles and sex looming over me as he stole my breath again and again. He was so beautiful, his body, his heart, his soul, and he was mine.
“Those damn ants!” Carter hissed, and in one motion he’d rolled me atop him, leaving him down in the grass with the ants as he shook my hair out.
I would have laughed at his determination to protect me, even from the ants, if it weren’t for the sensation of him filling me even deeper. Breathless wasn’t even accurate. I was so full, I wondered if I’d ever be whole again without him.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
” He dragged his palms down my breasts as I tipped my head to the sky, lips parted in a strangled noise of ecstasy.
“Ride me, baby.” He murmured, calloused fingers scraping over my nipples before returning to my hips, always being careful of the bandages on my side. “Use me for your pleasure.”
He met me thrust for thrust, lifting and plunging me onto his cock until I finally fell forward, hands braced on his chest in exhaustion. And then it was all him, driving me down onto his cock until I finally shattered around him.
My fingers bit into the skin of his muscled chest as he worked the last waves of my orgasm and something raw and primal broke loose in him .
His thrusts became rougher, more needy, soothing every insecurity at the edge of my mind.
One hand was around my throat, the other broadly splayed over my hip as he used my body for himself.
I submitted to everything he was giving to me, taking from me, and demanding from me, let the intensity of being split in half, rip my soul wide open as I laid myself bare to him.
My future husband. The man who’d fought for me, drawn blood for me, and even crawled at the threshold of death for me.
His desperation was a balm to my heart as I let myself relish in the feeling of being used, wanted, desired, adored, and most of all needed.
“ C-Carter. ” I gasped as a coil built within me, brighter, deeper, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.
“That’s my girl, look at you.” He rasped, thrusting faster and wilder, more frantic.
“Taking me so well.” I was still riding the crest of my last orgasm as something deeper and more intimate loomed.
I was goddess divine, hair tumbling down my back, over my breasts, teeth grazing over flesh, sweat beaded on skin.
It was simultaneously all too much and not enough.
I ceased to exist altogether. I was eternal as light and darkness collapsed around me, leaving a pool of warmth in their wake. I was loved.
“Fuck, baby.” Carter whimpered, driving into me so hard it stole the breath from my lungs as he climaxed. “Everything I’ve ever needed.”
I collapsed onto his chest, breathless and satiated, shuddering with pleasure while he tenderly stroked my back and we each panted, totally breathless. “Perfect.” He murmured. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
“Inevitable.” I hummed, knowing I’d never feel more safe, more nurtured, more cared for in anyone else’s arms .
His chest suddenly shook with laughter against my cheek. “What’s so funny?” I breathed.
“I just knew your pussy would be my kryptonite, and it definitely is. I can’t wait for seconds—it’s the only thing I ever want you to feed me.” He declared, all too amused.
I pushed up on my elbows and lightly slapped his chest. “Carter.”
“What can I say, wife ?” He shrugged with a wicked grin from underneath me, and I didn’t know if I’d ever seen him look happier . “You were made for me, and I am never going to get enough of you.”
“Or maybe you were made for me.” I poked him, and he captured the finger, bringing it to his lips. “And I can’t get enough of you either, but I’m not your wife yet .”
“Something I plan on amending very soon.” He wiggled his brows proudly. “Is my dick your kryptonite?” He practically begged for the affirmation.
“He’s certainly something.” I murmured, and laid back down, at a loss for poetic words. “He’s a hell of a lot better than the unicorn horn, that’s for damn sure.”
Carter barked a laugh. “I should hope so. And by the way, you can bounce on my banana dick as long as you want, because even if you ride him until the sun goes down—he’s never falling off.” Carter’s chest shook with laughter, and I rolled my eyes, while he absentmindedly played with my hair.
Suddenly, I sucked in a sharp breath, and stilled.
“What’s wrong?” He tensed, head lifting out of the grass, hand flying to my injury in worry. “Are you in pain? Was I too rough?”
“Never.” I murmured and brushed my fingers over the inside of his arm, discovering a tattoo I’d never seen before—two tiny little Sour Patch candies hidden in his floral sleeve. Our candy. Holding hands. One yellow, one blue. “How long have you had this?” My gaze snapped to his.
His expression went sheepish. “Got it the day I left.” The corner of his mouth pulled as he admitted quietly.
“I told you I’d think about you everyday I was gone, and I did.
Every single day.” I gazed into his eyes, those final questions inside me finally settling for good.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve always loved you, Sara, and I always will. ”
I smiled, and laid my head back down on his chest, running my fingers over his skin where our tattoo was. Ours.
He played with my hair as I laid there and stared at his tattoo, at the flowers he’d gotten in honor of his mother, and I suddenly had a realization.
“Carter,” my gaze lifted to the flowers all around us. “I overheard Tag and his father talking about finding a painting with roses.”
Carter hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, there was a woman who’s been checking all the paintings at the estate for some information.”
“They said it was blackmail. Do you know anything about it?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Apparently, my father hid something behind my mother’s favorite painting.” He followed my gaze, realization slowly dawning on him.
“What if it’s not an actual painting at all?” I breathed, “What if it’s in your mother’s—rose garden.” We said in unison.
“You’re incredible.” He kissed me hard, being mindful of my bruised face. “You know that?”
“Oh, I know.” I mused, smirking. “And I don’t plan on letting you forget it.”