Chapter 13 Tyson
THIRTEEN
TYSON
Carter snores.
Loudly.
Maybe it’s because she was fucked into oblivion and her body is exhausted, but I never sleep.
I may rest my eyes, or doze off for a few hours, but I’m almost always woken up in a cold sweat by a nightmare, flashback, or a too realistic dream sequence about the lives we’ve taken in the name of a family oath.
Tonight is no different, and with Carter beside me, I’m still wide awake, even with Massi here too, as they’re both spent, dead asleep in the center of my bed.
Their bodies are tangled together, him holding her as sobs turned into labored breaths, and finally, her body relaxed under his.
Rather than force myself to sleep, I quietly slip out of the bed, finding Carter’s dinner order and placing it in the fridge, knowing that she’ll be starving when she wakes up.
Sitting at the kitchen table, I pull out my phone, the light illuminating through the darkness, and the first thing I see is enough to completely ruin the high I was on.
An email briefing from Massi’s father highlights our suspicions that the war is on the brink of exploding, the violence landing right on our front door.
Over the last twenty-four hours, three more men from the Masseria family were found executed, stamped and delivered to the boss himself, and he’s out for vengeance.
Of course, our missions are becoming bloodier, the need to match their attacks only growing as the days pass, but just reading our next assignment makes my stomach queasy.
For as long as I can remember, my own father has tried to get us out of this life, literally giving up the Kelly family to the Masseria’s, what he thought would be our way out, but ended up being our death sentence, the payoff to be delivered once our bodies actually go six feet deep in the ground.
Massi’s father rules with an iron fist, ensuring that once you’re in the family, there’s no getting out, the only glimmer of hope given to you is the fact that one day, you’ll die.
It’s grim, morbid even, but that’s the life you either sign up for, or are born into, and unfortunately, I wasn’t given a choice in the way I’m forced to live.
Arguably, I’m not living, at least I haven’t been until Carter strutted into our school, stealing every death wish I’d saved in my heart, replacing those thoughts with a devious obsession.
Everything about her reawakens the parts of me I once thought were lost forever, and after one night with her, I finally feel something.
What that is remains to be seen, but it’s more than I’ve had in years, and because of that alone, I know she was meant for me – for us.
Suddenly, the quiet I was enveloped in is interrupted, soft footsteps treading down the stairs, and right away, I know it’s her.
Massi and I have these two top floors all to ourselves, and he walks like a baby elephant who just earned their sea legs.
“Tyson?” She whispers, and I click on the ceiling fan lamp above my head.
“What’re you doing up, baby girl?” I ask, watching as her eyes adjust to the light, and her bare naked skin shines from the sudden illumination.
“Jasper talks in his sleep. Something about murdering kittens and nuns,” she jokes, and I tap my thigh, encouraging her to sit with me.
“Those chairs work, don’t they?” She rolls her eyes, and I snatch her by the arm, forcing her onto my lap.
“You can snark Massi all you want – I for one, thoroughly enjoy it when you make him squirm – but I’ll spank that tight little ass and make you count each one out loud, do you understand me?” I affirm, and she swallows, a hint of excitement in her baby blue eyes.
“Yes, Tyson,” she says softly, and I stroke her hair, pushing the curls from her face.
“Are you okay? We didn’t take it too far, did we?” I ask, checking in since she fell asleep before I could properly care for her afterwards.
“It was just the right amount, I think,” she answers, resting her head on my chest as I cocoon her body with my arms.
Before I can ask her anything else, her stomach rumbles, reminding us both that we skipped dinner.
“Let me heat your plate?” I ask, and she nods, choosing not to fight me, or attempt to do it herself, which is an accomplishment in itself.
Sliding her onto the chair, I rip the t-shirt over my head and slip it onto her body, the goosebumps trailing from her shoulders all the way down her thighs.
“Thank you,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes.
From across the kitchen I can feel her eyes on me as I heat her chinese food in the microwave and test the temperature before sliding it across the table.
“Why are you so nice to me?” She muses, twirling noodles around the fork, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes the first bite.
“Because you may be all tough and murderous on the outside, but on the inside, you just want someone to understand you. To give you the softness that you’ve never been treated with,” I tell her honestly, and a flicker of sadness overtakes her face, like my words are resonating in places she’s not used to having poked.
“It’s refreshing,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as she drops her fork, scooting her plate until she’s right next to me, resuming her place on my lap. “But give me some time to get used to it, okay? Be patient with me, Tyson.”
It’s a welcome change, not having her fight every step of the way, and if a few confessions make her feel safe, comfortable enough to initiate this closeness, I’ll tell her any-fucking-thing she wants.
“I’d wait a lifetime for you, Carter. Just be honest with me, and I’ll do the same, deal?”
“Deal,” she repeats, her hands tracing along my cheeks as she looks deep into my eyes like she’s just a lost little girl looking for a place to call home.
Instead of jumping the gun, or running off assumptions because of what happened earlier tonight, I let her dictate what happens next.
I’m confident in myself, but the curiosity is killing me like a cooped up house cat, almost forcing me to hold out and see if she only kissed me because Massi opened that door, or if she truly wants me, too.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long, because before I can exhale a breath, she presses her lips to mine, moving slowly as I tangle my hands in her hair, inhaling the scent of sex, Chinese food, and remnants of her floral perfume.
Carter wraps her arms around my neck, our bodies flush as she straddles my lap, slipping her tongue in my mouth while she grinds on top of me.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Stellina?” I break our lips apart, holding her by the throat as she slowly opens her eyes back to mine.
“I didn’t have you yet, Tyson. Not all of you, anyway.”
“You have all of me, Carter. Every piece of me is yours for the taking, all you have to do is say please,” I tell her, and she hums, a devilish grin growing on her face.
“Please, Tyson? I feel like I’m already Jasper’s … but I need that connection with you, too,” she pleads, and I’d never deny a request like that.
Lifting her off me, I lay her flat on the table, my hands trailing across every inch of her baby-soft skin, noticing how well her body reacts to my touch as goosebumps prickle each space my fingers are lucky enough to graze.
Carefully, I lift the t-shirt over her head until every part of her is revealed to me, and I nearly combust at the sight, her beautiful frame on display just for me.
“I won’t be gentle, Carter, but you remember your safe word, right?” I ask, dropping my sweats and lining my cock to her entrance.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands covering her face as she braces for impact, a shyness overtaking her that I won’t stand for.
“Say it.” My voice drops gravely low, a growl coming from my chest as I move her hands, exposing her beautiful features and placing them above her head, while my grasp traps her wrists against the oak.
“Butterfly,” she confirms, staring up at me with nothing but lust filling her blown-out irises.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, slowly pushing inside of her, the tightness overwhelming as I inch my way in, her body writhing and wiggling on the table.
“Fucking Christ, Tyson. You’re way too big,” she cries, attempting to break her wrists free from my stranglehold.
“Easy, baby girl. I know you can take it,” I say softly, and her eyes meet mine, a sense of trust behind them as she relaxes, allowing me to bury my cock into her core, and our guttural moans fill the otherwise silent kitchen.
Keeping my thrusts slow and steady, I allow her a grace period to adjust to my size, but she surprises me again, locking her legs around my waist.
“Harder. Don’t go easy on me,” she begs, and I unpin her wrists, rubbing the places that have turned red under my restraint.
A feeling that shocks me to my core – a brand new sensation – consumes me like an unrelenting beast, it craving nothing less than her body against mine, wanting to feel her skin-to-skin, and without warning, I scoop her into my arms, holding her mid-air while my cock is still perfectly positioned inside of her.
“Don’t you look away from me, baby girl. I want to see you come all over my cock,” I command, and she nods, our eye contact unrelenting as I let go of the last ounce of restraint, pounding into her delicate frame with reckless abandon.
“Holy shit, Tyson. Please don’t stop,” she whines, her nails digging into my back as I leave open mouthed kisses along her neck, and the table scrapes against the floor, each sound harmonizing together in perfect symphony.
“You’re taking me so well. This pussy was made for me,” I rasp, my breaths labored as I chase my release, already on the edge solely because of how fucking tight she is, her walls clenching around me with every thrust.
“I’m … I can’t … I think I’m close, Tyson. Please,” she stutters, her words tripping over themselves as she tries to come to terms with what’s happening to her – what I’m doing to her.
Pressing our lips together, I kiss her with hunger as I pick up the pace, swallowing her moans and whimpers with my tongue, my hands squeezing her ass as her legs rest in the crooks of my elbows.
Thrusting into her a few more times, I bottom out selfishly without even thinking, but before long she explodes around me, her pussy choking the life out of my cock as she rips our lips apart, her head tipping back as she screams out in pleasure.
“Eyes. On. Me,” I grunt, not far behind her, and the second her baby blues lock into mine, I pull out of her, dropping her body back on the table as I shower her with thick ropes of cum.
A few drops land on her chin, and she stares up at me, swiping her thumb through the sticky mess as she dips her tongue out, sucking her finger and releasing it with a pop.
“Fuck, Carter,” I groan, collecting her petite body back in my arms, placing kisses on her forehead and cheeks. “Let me clean you up?”
For the second time tonight, she’s been stained with cum, a mixture of Massi and I lingering across her chest, and she nods approvingly, allowing me to do something to take care of her.
“Now I belong to you,” she whispers, resting her head on my chest as I carry her to the bathroom.
Five little words almost bring me to my knees, but I keep my composure, basking in the fact that she feels safe enough to confess how she’s feeling, something I’m afraid she’s never had the freedom to do, until now.
Rather than say anything that could ruin the moment, I place her on the counter and run the bath on high, choosing to show that she’s confiding in the right person, and that I’m not just interested in her body, or how good she can make me feel.
Aftercare is essential to any sexual encounter, and even though Carter isn’t familiar with being cared for, I’m making it my priority to ensure it’s ingrained in her mind that I’ll always protect and nurture those softer sides – exactly as she craves – that have never gotten the attention they deserve.