Chapter 24 Carter
TWENTY-FOUR
CARTER
I’ve never been on a date before, and I’ve never had a small vibrator shoved up my vagina, but there’s a first time for everything.
When Tyson handed me the box, I was scared out of my mind, but his presence comforts me, and allows me to explore another new side of myself. I didn’t think I had it in me to play in public, especially when I have no control, but that’s exactly why he bought it.
He’s always challenging me to give up the reins, and although I’m nervous that the whole restaurant will know, I’m filled with adrenaline at the thought of losing myself without anyone noticing.
Since the first orgasm, Tyson has turned the toy off, likely waiting to catch me off guard, but I feel like an animal pacing around a cage, just waiting for the moment he begins to tease me again.
“Where are we going?” I muse, realizing that the vibrator has completely consumed my thoughts.
“You said nothing fancy, and there’s a really good locally owned place a few miles down the road. An older woman runs it with her husband, and they have the best sausage and peppers I’ve ever had,” he explains, and it sounds absolutely perfect, because he knows me so damn well.
I’m not the kind of girl that needs an expensive steak, or a high end restaurant, and I’m more comfortable in places where I feel like I belong.
A locally owned joint that sells sandwiches is right up my alley, and the nerves I was feeling before begin to dissipate.
“Did you ever think this would be your life? Sharing your girlfriend with your brother?” I ask, desperate to dig into his mind a little while he drives.
“No, but I wouldn’t trade you, or our situation, for the world. Surprisingly, I love when you’re with him,” he answers, and my heart flutters in my chest at his words, knowing he means every single one. “What about you? Did you ever think you’d be with two men at once?”
“Not a chance. But, I was attracted to both of you when we met. I’m thankful I didn’t have to choose,” I laugh, sliding into the middle seat, resting my head on his shoulder.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us, Carter. I believe in that, wholeheartedly,” he admits, sneaking a peek at me while we wait at a red light.
In a split second, I reach up and pull his lips to mine, his vulnerability on display as we share things that I never believed I was capable of feeling, let alone admitting aloud.
“What was that for, baby girl?” He asks, breaking our kiss as some impatient asshat behind us lays on the horn, indicating that the light has turned green.
“For being honest, and allowing me to do the same,” I smile, my connection to him much different than with Jasper, but equally as strong as I admire his profile.
He’s ruggedly handsome, like you’d never know he had a soft spot or a repulsion to violence and murder.
His dark eyes captivate me, and his signature jewelry catches me in a trance whenever it hits the light.
Before I can dig further into his mind, he turns on the toy, the vibration causing me to jump as it speeds up, humming against my clit in a perfect, delicious harmony.
“Fuck,” I moan, bucking my hips slightly to chase the friction, my body much more comfortable with the toy the second time around.
“That’s it, baby girl. Ride your toy,” Tyson breathes, putting the truck in park and turning fully to face me as I grind my hips in tune with the buzzing of the vibrator. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cum.”
With his words, I detonate like a bomb, my body convulsing as the waves work their way through me, all of my limbs numb and shaking.
I swear, every powerful orgasm brings something new out of me, or an emotional reaction that I can’t control, and this time is no different.
“I don’t want to cry, I did my makeup,” I whine, the tears welling in my eyes as Tyson pulls me into his chest, my legs straddling his.
“You did so good, Carter. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, stroking my hair as my breathing comes back to normal, my heart rate finally regulating.
“How many more times are you going to use that thing on me?” I breathe, not sure how much more I can handle, my panties already soaked and destroyed.
“As many as I think you can take. Now, let’s go get you some food, this is a date, after all.” He lifts me off his lap, opening his driver door and assisting me as I climb out, my legs made out of jello as I struggle to stay on my feet in these heels.
Tyson snakes his hand through mine, proudly showing me off as we walk into the restaurant, and immediately, I fall in love with the decor.
It screams small town, locally owned, with various photos of the area tacked onto the red-painted walls.
There’s booths along the windows, intimate yet welcoming, and barstools lined up along the counter, with a window that offers a view directly into the kitchen.
Signs litter the walls letting patrons know that they only accept cash, giving the place an old-school feel that you rarely see anymore.
Tyson leads us to a booth in the back, away from other customers, a devious smirk on his face as he places his phone in the center of the table, an ominous reminder of what he has in store for me.
“Hey folks, I’m Eliza, I’ll be your server. Can we get started with something to drink? All our sodas are made the right way, with syrup,” the older woman says cheerfully, as if she’s been reading off the same script since the place opened.
It’s charming how stuck in the past it is, even down to the classic syrup and bubbles.
“I’ll do an orange soda, please.” I smile up at her, watching as she jots it down on her notepad.
“I’ll do the same,” Tyson says, but when she glances at him she retreats, like the big, scary man is going to hurt her.
“Be right up.” She turns on her heel, the excitement in her voice long gone as she rushes back to the safety of being in sight of the other guests.
“Does that always happen?” I ask, slightly annoyed that she literally judged Tyson right in his face, immediately afraid of him as if he wasn’t anything but polite.
“Yeah, pretty much. Massi and I are used to it, most of these people know our fathers,” he explains, and I shake my head, hating how they’re forced to be outcasts in their hometown.
“Is that why you were so surprised when I said I wasn’t scared of you two?”
“I knew you weren’t afraid of us from the moment I saw you, baby girl.
You’re just like we are, never fitting the mold of what people expect,” he confesses, and my heart melts a little at his words, still in awe at how the superpower he possesses is the ability to see things about myself before I do.
“Tell me about your panic attacks? Like the night Jasper was shot.” I test the waters, wondering if he’ll be open with me, the way he expects me to be with him.
In this lifestyle, vulnerability is hard to come by, and although I haven’t been one-hundred percent honest with them, I’ve given Tyson and Jasper more of me than anyone has ever had, but in return, I’d like pieces of them, too, no matter the cost.
“Massi is reckless. He’s not my brother by blood, but he is in every other sense of the word,” he answers vaguely, and I kink my eyebrow, not accepting his half-ass cover story.
“I’ve seen his scars. I know that night wasn’t his first rodeo, but I want to be able to help you if something like that happens again,” I say softly, taking his hands in mine from across the table, our eyes locking as he works through the demons in his mind.
He sighs deeply, like he’s contemplating whether or not to share, but I wait patiently, allowing him the space to feel comfortable, just like he does for me.
With Jasper, my connection to him stems from our initial attraction, the things we have in common regarding our twisted minds, and smart ass mouths. With him, the relationship was built on a physical level, only slowly working up to the emotional side, but Tyson is different.
Tyson has been inside my head from the moment we met, his ability to read my mind, see through me, and know what I need is the exact balance I never knew could exist, or be directed toward me.
I feel tethered to him, like a string that runs straight through our hearts and tugs in our chests every time we share a moment like this.
“When I was six, my mother was killed. She was collateral damage in a war that she wanted no part of, and I had a front row seat, unable to do anything but watch the life drain out of her. Now, the sight of blood and gunshots sends me back, reverting me into a little boy again, the helplessness overpowering my rational, adult thoughts.” He tips his head back, attempting to keep the tears at bay, but I just can’t sit and watch as his inner turmoil takes over, so I slide out of the booth, joining him and offering comfort.
Pulling his head onto my shoulder, I hold him close, exactly like he does for me when I get upset, and a sigh of content leaves his chest, my presence enough to calm him down.
“I’m so sorry, Tyson. If it’s any consolation, my mother died too, and sometimes I remember that it was quite literally my fault. She died during labor,” I confess, and his head snaps up, darkened eyes meeting mine within seconds, a certain sadness present that I’ve never seen before.
“Jesus Christ, that’s heavy as fuck. I’m sorry, Carter.”
“It was hard when I was younger, never getting to meet her, but my father never married again. He’s always said that she was his one true love,” I tell him, and he softens, like my words are resonating with something inside of him.
“I’d never be with anyone else if I lost you, baby girl,” he says, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek as the waitress brings our drinks, a disgusted look on her face when she realizes I moved seats.
“Ready to order?” She asks, a snarky tone in her voice that causes Tyson’s body to tense up in response.
“We’ll do three sausage and peppers on a roll. Mustard on two of them,” he answers, ordering for me even though I hadn’t glanced at the menu.