Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
CARTER
Iglance at Knox, and he nods in agreement. He knows I want to see her face while I fuck her. Heather is gorgeous from head to toe, but her angelic face is my weakness.
Long blonde hair, silky and smooth.
Flawless skin.
Expressive blue eyes staring into mine.
Lips parting on a moan.
Gorgeous doesn’t begin to describe her.
This woman is a fucking goddess—made for us.
We both stand beside the bed, undressing while she watches us, her eyes full of lust, unadulterated need. It’s visceral as her eyes travel my chest down to my hard cock, bobbing free.
Knox holds his belt up for her to see, and I love how she knows what he is asking without question.
Heather gets off the bed, goes to him, and turns around. She places her hands behind her back, and Knox tightens the belt around her wrists with a chuckle.
“I take it you still want this.”
She breathes with a slight tremor in her voice.
“More than my next breath.”
I lie down on the bed, watch her, and stroke my cock slowly as she stares at me while biting down on her bottom lip. Knox helps her to the side of the bed and lifts her on top of me.
“Sit on my brother's cock, Tesoro.”
She lowers herself onto my length, a gasp escaping her lips as her wetness coats my cock.
Knox gently grips her shoulders and moves her forward until she’s lying on my chest exactly where I want her.
Moving her hair out of her face, I stare into her blue eyes.
The connection between us is strong as she places a soft kiss on my lips.
Still keeping her gaze on mine, she breathes, “I love you, Carter.”
My heart races from those three little words, simple words that people say every day, but heal something broken inside of me. I wouldn’t say I loved her the first time I saw her, but there was something from the very first glance. I needed her even though I didn’t understand why.
“I love you too, Heather. Fuck, I love you more than you will ever understand.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her head closer and kiss her deeply while moving inside her. Lowering my hips, I thrust hard, causing her to moan into my mouth. Knox kneels behind her and spreads her ass cheeks.
“Tesoro, can you take us both at the same time? Carter in your pussy while I fuck your ass?”
Pulling back from our kiss, her eyes widen with surprise and a tinge of fear.
“It’s going to hurt.” She states nervously.
“At first, yes, and then it will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had, but I won't do it without your consent.”
“Okay,” she says, her voice shaky but her expression sure.
Knox grabs the lubricant he has beside him and pours a generous amount into his palm and spreads it over her back hole.
“What do you say if you need me to stop?”
“Donut.”
I move my legs back to give him space. He pushes a finger inside her, and she whimpers softly. Taking her face in my hands, I attempt to keep her calm.
“Focus on me. Feel my cock moving inside you.”
Knox takes his time getting her ready as I kiss her. She whimpers as my tongue glides around hers.
“I’ll start with just the tip, Tesoro. I need you to tell me if it’s okay.”
I stop kissing her so she can respond as he pushes inside her.
“Relax, Tesoro. Don’t fight it.”
Grabbing onto her hips, I move her up and down my cock, her muscles tensing as her pussy squeezes around my length and she cries out.
“More. Knox. More. Oh, my God.”
Heather lays her head on my chest as we both move inside her. She feels so good like this.
Head on my shoulder.
Tits pressed against my chest.
Her drenched pussy dripping down to my balls.
Her cunt clenching onto my cock like it never wants to let go.
Knox growls as he picks up his pace, praising her the way she needs us too.
“Good girl. Look at you taking both of us so well, Tesoro. Every king needs a queen, and fuck, gorgeous girl, you’re ours.”
Knox digs his fingers into her ass while she whimpers against my skin, her warm breath fanning over my neck.
“Do you feel good, Little Heathen?”
“So good.” She moans in response.
“Come for us. Come. Now.” I groan out, barely holding onto my orgasm. Lifting her head, she gazes at me, a powerful look in her eyes, and I swallow hard as I take it in. The emotion is tangible—I can feel it to the depths of my soul.
“Carter,” she gasps, a sweet, breathy sound as she comes apart for us.
Her body trembles, her beautiful eyes fight to stay on mine as she cries out in pure pleasure.
My abs tighten as my orgasm nearly consumes me and I fill her.
She watches me, her eyes focused on my face as if she can physically feel what she does to me.
Knox pulls out of her, kissing her back softly before he helps her off of me and undoes the belt around her wrists.
“I need a shower.”
Heather climbs back onto the bed beside me and lies on her stomach, hands stuffed under the pillow.
Rolling to my side, I drag my fingers down her back while also pressing soft kisses to her skin.
“How do you feel, Little Heathen?”
“Physically?”
I press a soft kiss to her neck while still rubbing her back in a slow circular motion.
“Physically and emotionally. Tell me what you need.”
“This,” she breathes out, the singular word sounding as if she’s still in a state of bliss.
I release a sigh of contentment because while I’m not able to let her touch me, I’m not on guard like I always have been. Women have always thought they could change me. Like they’ll be the one touch I can tolerate. I thought Heather would be my exception, but as I learned the hard way, she isn’t.
“Are you okay?”
Turning onto her back, she lies beside me with her hands tucked under her, as always. I press a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m fine. Are you okay?”
Her cheeks turn red, and she laughs uncomfortably.
“My mind is kind of in shock that I took two men at the same time. Who does that?”
Stroking my fingers over her jaw, I’m afraid of her response before I even ask the question.
“Are you ashamed?”
Adjusting her head, she kisses my palm.
“No, Carter. I’m surprised a little, but not ashamed. What I have with both of you is beautiful. I love you both. How could I feel bad about what we have?”
I trace my finger over her scar and am lost in the truth.
“I almost lost you. The torture I endured in my childhood was nothing compared to the pain of never seeing you again. It was as if I were bleeding out before the knife ever penetrated my flesh.”
Heather closes her eyes tight before reopening them and focusing on me like I’m her entire world, as she is mine.
“I’m here now.” She whispers, and I nod, staying silent until Knox returns. I don’t tell her how concerned I am that her presence has been demanded for Killian’s fight. I’ll keep my worst fears to myself and not tell her this might be temporary.