Chapter 17 Carter
SEVENTEEN
CARTER
I just killed two men.
Absolutely stole the life from two individuals as bullets ripped through their brains, dropping their bodies to the floor with a thud, and I can’t help but smile at my carnage, knowing I did what I had to do to protect what’s mine.
“You just saved my life,” Jasper says, and as I go to hug him, to layer every part of my body onto his, I feel liquid pooling on my hands, and when I turn him over, I can’t help but scream.
He’s been shot once in the meaty part of his shoulder, and another smaller wound appears above his elbow like he was only grazed by a bullet, but he’s bleeding fast.
“Fuck! Tyson, you need to help me! Are there any first aid kits in here, anything to stop the bleeding?” I cry, rubbing my eyes to stop the tears, but failing miserably as I only add to the mess with blood-stained fingers.
Instead of answering me, he just rocks back and forth, his head between his knees, and I’d recognize a panic attack anywhere, but I can’t help them both at the same time.
To fix Tyson, I need to help Jasper, so I ravage the shelves, looking for anything that I can use to stop the bleeding.
“Flesh … wounds,” Jasper coughs out, and I lean down, his lips right against my ear, but he doesn't say anything more, lulling in and out of consciousness.
I’m frazzled, from the fire fight, down to the fact that one of my men is bleeding out in front of me, but I find it within myself to stand up, to use my hands to find medical supplies, and will my feet to keep moving.
Finally, I come across a first aid kit, the bare minimum inside, but there’s a few useful things I can use to keep pressure on Jasper’s wounds and clean them up.
“This is going to hurt, and I’m so fucking sorry,” I say, dumping a small bottle of peroxide into Jasper’s wounds, cleaning the debris and blood away with a small gauze pad.
He screams out in pain, coming back to consciousness as I begin to work on the shoulder wound, and his hands grip my waist, keeping me in place as I realize how hard I was shaking.
“I’ve been shot before, Principessina. Never had a sexier nurse, though,” he jokes, coughing as he laughs, and I shake my head, hating how big he makes me smile in an otherwise tense moment.
“Tell me how to help Tyson,” I plead, tears forming again as I patch his wounds, passing him a bottle of vodka I found as a form of pain relief while he pulls himself to a sitting position.
“Did he see my wounds?” He asks, a flash of pain in his eyes as he looks over at Tyson, who hasn’t moved an inch since we locked ourselves in here.
“Yes. I mean, I think so. He’s been on the floor shaking and I can’t get through to him,” I explain, finishing up with the graze near his elbow.
“He needs to know I’m okay. Bring me next to him,” he explains, and I soften even more as he advocates for his brother, knowing him in ways nobody else possibly could.
Slowly, I help him off the floor, using his good arm for leverage as we walk together, crossing the room in slow strides.
“Don’t you dare do that again, Jasper,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to his as we slink down the wall together, tears slipping down my cheeks as I finally allow myself to feel what’s happening.
This ride we’ve found ourselves may have started because of the games I was playing, attempting to win for my own benefit, but there’s no part of me that can live without these two, ever again.
They were my targets, but now, they’re my men.
“I won't, Carter, but you did so good. So fucking good. I’m so proud of you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine, a slight twinge of blood mixing with our kiss that only levitates me in the moment, sending me higher than I’ve ever been.
“Ty, look at me,” Jasper rasps, attempting to shake him out of this state, and finally, his head snaps up,
“Massi …” he whispers, fresh tears streaking down his face, and I can’t watch this without trying to help.
“Hey, big guy. You gave me quite a scare,” I say softly, sandwiching between the two of them, all parts of our bodies touching, but I’m exactly where I belong.
“I’m sorry, Carter. I’m bad with blood, especially when this idiot gets shot,” he confesses, and I nod along, allowing him to vent in whatever ways he needs.
“Next time, tell me how to help you, okay? I have a feeling this is far from over.” I swipe my fingers under his eyes, erasing the tears I can’t stand to see.
After a few moments, Tyson settles down, resting his head on my shoulder while I stroke his hair in calm, concentrated circles.
Sneaking a peek at Jasper, I notice that he’s slightly pale, but overall doing okay – considering two bullets just ripped through his flesh.
“And you,” I start, pointing my finger right into Jasper’s face. “Never doubt me, my abilities, or my aim again, Stalker Boy,” I laugh, finally feeling like I’ve proven my dedication to them, and maybe even shocking myself, too.
“Never again, my incredible little sharp shooter.” He swipes at my cheeks, the blood stains coating his skin, and I watch in awe as he licks his fingers clean, the sight before me almost too much to bear.
“Jasper … fuck me while I’m covered in your blood,” I rasp, not bothering to play coy or hide how fucking turned on I am by the fact that the crimson-stained liquid is covering the majority of my upper body.
“You’re fucking sick and twisted, Principessina. Lucky for you, so am I,” he breathes, roughly grabbing my arms until I’m straddling his lap, immediately placing rough kisses along my cheek, trailing down my neck and over my collarbone.
“Be careful with your arm,” I warn, but he only ravages my body with more hunger, the pain from the gunshots not affecting his ability to pleasure me beyond my wildest dreams.
“Is my little nurse worried about me?” He asks, leaning back to look into my eyes but when our gaze meets, his usual icy stare is pure black, the adrenaline and lust combining to completely overshadow his irises.
“It’d be a shame to ruin such a good patch job,” I breathe, the murderous look in his eyes sending hot shots of lust through my body like a strike of lightning.
“Ty?” Jasper attempts to bring him into what’s happening, and finally he looks up at us – half-naked and on the precipice of fucking right next to him – with a fire lit behind his deep brown eyes.
“Carter, spin around and ride him,” he orders, and I can’t help but smile, the beast choosing to come out and play with us.
In record time, the three of us strip each other, the rest of the world fading away as we fall into what we do best.
As Tyson wishes, I slowly hover over Jasper’s cock, lining him to my entrance and when I sink all the way down, I can feel him in every part of me, this position stretching me in completely new ways.
Slowly, I move my hips, attempting to gain rhythm as I look up at Tyson, a devilish grin on his face as I ride his brother cowgirl style.
“Does our cock whore want to be filled?” He growls, his voice so low I almost don’t recognize it, but I eagerly nod, wanting to chase the euphoria I feel when they’re both inside of me.
“Words, Carter.”
“Please, Tyson. Please fuck my mouth while I ride Jasper,” I beg, and he hums in approval, taking my chin in between his thumb and index finger.
“That’s my good girl. Such a perfect little whore,” he says, forcing my mouth open and immediately spitting onto my tongue before slapping it with his fully hard cock.
Patiently, I keep my mouth open and tongue out just as he likes, waiting for the moment he slides all the way in, desperate for him to choke me in the ways he does the best, and when I whimper in frustration, he smiles again – teasing me becoming his favorite way to test how far I’m willing to submit to him.
“Fuck, Ty, she’s soaked,” Jasper rasps, his hands gripping my hips so hard I’m sure there will be bruises, but that only makes me pick up the pace, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the room.
Finally, Tyson gives me everything, slowly sliding his cock down my throat, forcing me to take him base to tip, and I gag around him, the heightened sensation already mixing with the pleasure building in my belly.
“Hold it, baby girl,” he orders, fisting my hair and keeping my body perfectly positioned how he wants.
I do everything I can to please him, to follow his orders to the letter, and even with tears slipping down my cheeks, he continues to ravage my throat until I’m ready to tap, but at the last second he pulls all the way out, allowing me a deep breath.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when my cock is stuffed down your throat?” He kisses me tenderly, replacing his rougher side with the gentle one, and I fall apart in his arms, his words enough to send me over the edge.
My limbs go numb as I shake from the orgasm, Jasper not letting me slow down for a second as the waves work through my body, my vision blurred as I come down from the highest of highs.
“I need you, Tyson.” I look up at him, a mess of tears and drool, but he doesn’t even hesitate, lifting me off Jasper and nearly tossing me onto the floor.
“Suck his cock, baby girl, and don’t stop until you swallow every single drop.” He smacks my ass, the stinging sensation causing me to yelp, but he doesn’t allow me a second to recuperate, slowly inching himself inside me as I adjust to being on all fours.
“Come here, Principessina. I’ll go easy on you.” Jasper grins, bending down to kiss me, his teeth scraping my bottom lip as he pulls away.
Using one hand, I stroke his length, my release streaking along his cock and something inside me turns feral as I run my tongue on the underside of him, tasting myself while Tyson finally bottoms out, filling me to the absolute hilt.
Spitting into my hand, I mix my release and saliva as I stroke Jasper’s cock at an excruciatingly slow pace, causing him to tip his head back against the wall, a groan escaping his chest as I tease him in all the right ways.
Just as I slip my lips around Jasper’s cock, pushing myself to take him all the way, Tyson slams into me at a punishing pace, my moans stifled by the cock lodged down my throat, and I swear, the both of them team up against me, giving me everything they know I can handle, turning me into the human form of a puddle.
“She’s so close, Ty. I can feel it,” Jasper informs, his ability to read my body like a tarot card impressive, making it easier to trust him during these moments when my body is at its most vulnerable.
A hand snakes down between my legs, rubbing my clit as we all chase our orgasm, and Jasper lets go first, shooting his release straight into my throat, holding my hair until I swallow around him, not wasting a single drop.
In turn, I explode all over Tyson, my body rattling against his as I finally am able to let out a scream, one that pierces around the room, ricocheting off the walls.
“Stay on your knees, Carter,” Tyson orders, and I sit up ever so slightly, opening my mouth and waiting for him with my tongue out, exactly as he likes. “Fucking hell, baby girl. You. Are. Perfect.”
He thrusts into my mouth, accentuating his words with the act, and I wrap my hands around his thighs, relinquishing all control as his body tenses in response, allowing him to spill his release down my throat, finding a place inside of me to mix with Jasper’s.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe, flopping onto the floor after another round of intense, emotionally satisfying sex between the three of us that further blurs the line of business versus pleasure.
Tonight changed everything between the three of us – whether they feel it or not – and almost everything I’ve been holding back from them wants to spill out, a strong desire invading my rational thoughts to give them as much of the real Carter that I possibly can.
I’m at a loss on how to navigate my dedication to the Cassini family, as well as these two men, but somehow, I need to seamlessly blend my lives, making room for everyone as I take the throne.
Jasper getting shot was a wake up call, one that showed me what’s important, and proved that I’m not ready to lose my boys.