Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CARTER
“Knox,” she moans, and I lift my head, hitting it on the hood of the car.
Fuck. Real smooth, asshole.
I rub at the pain in my head as I turn around and spot her grinding on his lap as he kisses her.
When we got home from retrieving Heather’s belongings, Knox was in the garage working on his Challenger.
I brought Little Heathen with me to help him, keeping her out of Killian’s line of fire.
I’ve been attempting to change the oil, but can hardly focus with sounds of my obsession’s pleasure echoing through the garage.
Another moan and my dick is hard as a rock.
“Do you want me to make you come, Tesoro?” Knox asks, and the memory of how hot she looked that night at the lake assaults me.
Please say yes, Little Heathen. Fuck, I’d give anything to see that again.
She nods slightly.
“Yes.”
Her voice is soft and nearly pleading.
“Take your clothes off, Tesoro. Show us your beautiful body.”
I move closer to get a better look, but stay out of her reach.
She follows his orders and sits back on his lap in nothing but her tiny panties, and I nearly lose my mind.
Staring at her beautiful body, nearly close enough to touch, my mouth waters for her.
I want her, but I can’t have her. Not like that.
As always, Knox spots my unraveling, which I hate almost as much as the goddamn voice in my head.
My own voice that reminds me how fucked up I am. As if I could ever forget.
“Carter,” Knox says, and I glance at him with a nod.
Rising from the chair, he winks at her. “Let’s go to Carter’s bedroom.”
With a squeal, she wraps her arms around his neck as we walk from the garage to my room.
My brother glances at me with a knowing look, and while I can normally decipher it, this time I can’t. I’m not sure what he’s got up his sleeve. Knox walks into my room, and I follow behind as he sets her on her feet.
He strokes her hair tenderly, and I realize I’ve never seen Knox like this with a woman before.
So sweet and affectionate. Knox is normally kind of an asshole to women.
Not that he’s mean to them, but he tends to fuck them and toss them away.
My brother has the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to the opposite sex.
I know what I see in her, but it makes me wonder if he sees it too.
“Get her a pillow.”
I grab the extra soft one from the bed and toss it to him, keeping my distance from her.
“On your knees, Tesoro,” he says, as he places it on the floor in front of her.
I look up and notice her eyes blown wide with panic, while her body visibly trembles.
“Little Heathen?” I ask, and she raises her eyes to mine, immediately understanding the question I haven’t spoken out loud.
“He used to make me-”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, but the pain etched in her features is evident. And all too fucking familiar.
“You don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I reassure her. “Ever.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and she swipes it away angrily.
“No, I want to. It’s in the past, and I won’t let it continue to control me.”
Slowly, she kneels on the pillow, and Knox sits behind her and takes her hands, restraining them with his belt.
“I’ll never hurt you, Tesoro. This is for Carter. He needs to know you won’t touch him. If you need us to stop, tap me. Can you do this for us?”
Her answer is a simple, “Yes,” but when she speaks again, it nearly brings me to my knees.
“Carter, you have asked me not to touch you. I will never do anything to break your trust. Trauma recognizes trauma. You’re safe with me.”
I take a deep breath and step closer to her, as I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head. After unbuttoning my pants, I stop to make sure she really wants this.
“Little Heathen, are you sure about this?”
She lifts her head and trails her eyes slowly up my body before they land on my face, a sinful grin on her lips.
“I want you, Carter. However you can tolerate it, I want it.”
Kicking my shoes off, I take another deep breath as I pull my pants down, along with my boxers. I’m fucking nervous. I’ve never had a woman’s mouth on my cock, and I’m not entirely sure how I’ll react to it.
Please be fucking normal, Carter.
I glance at Knox without saying a word, and he nods his understanding. He knows if I lose my goddamn mind, nothing matters other than protecting her from me.
Leaning down, I pull her tie out of her hair and toss it on top of my clothing. I run my fingers through her blonde strands, and she raises her eyes to mine as she whispers my name, her voice laced with sultry temptation, “Carter.”
Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke it slowly, and she squeezes her thighs together. I drag my thumb through my pre-cum and swipe it over her lips, and Heather darts her tongue out and licks it away, a moan escaping her.
She swipes her tongue over my slit, and flicks her tongue back and forth as I growl.
“Fu-uuck.”
Heather continues sliding her tongue over the underside of my dick until she reaches the base, and then moves back up with a long slow glide of her tongue.
When she reaches my crown again, she takes me into her mouth, and the wet warmth sends a tingling sensation straight up my spine.
Knox kneels behind her and slides his hand around her waist, moving up to her tits, pinching her nipples as he caresses them.
Her next whimper vibrates against my length, and I have to fight to control myself.
I watch as my brother’s hand travels back down her stomach, until it disappears inside her lace panties.
Placing my hands on either side of her face, I begin to pump inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Her eyes water, and tears begin to fall as she whimpers around me.
“Good girl, Little Heathen. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I pull out and push back into her throat.
Every stifled moan from her brings me closer to coming.
The feeling is euphoric. I don’t ever want this to end.
Her gaze on mine, with tears running down her face, and saliva escaping the corners of her mouth, fuck, she is a beautiful mess for us.
Her hair in my hands. My cock moving in and out of her perfect mouth.
All of my senses are on fire for her. It’s intoxicating.
All consuming. I want more of her. So much fucking more.
She hollows her cheeks as I slam my cock back inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat again. My orgasm builds, until I can’t control it any longer.
“Swallow, Little Heathen. Drink me, perfect girl.” With one more thrust, I come down her throat, the exhilaration unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My Little Heathen swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.