Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CARTER
“I’m going to take a shower.” Heather says, avoiding my gaze as she walks through the large suite to find the bathroom.
“I assume you didn’t find anything to be concerned about?” Knox asks, and I nod before walking in the direction Heather went.
When I make it to the bathroom, I hear the water running, and push the door open. Heather gasps as she looks out the glass doors and says my name.
“Carter. You scared me.”
I whip my shirt over my head without responding to her and quickly remove my pants along with my boxers.
“Are you angry? You look ang-g-ry.” She stammers nervously.
“Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”
Opening the shower door, I get inside and press my front to her back.
“Little Heathen. What should I do with you? Watching my brothers fuck you was torture—sweet fucking torture. Imagine my surprise to come back inside to find out you tried to get away from them.”
She whimpers softly as I grind my cock against her ass.
“Do you know what would happen if you ran away from us?”
She speaks quietly, barely above a whisper.
“No.”
I drag two fingers down the side of her neck to her back as I watch the droplets of water move down her flawless skin.
“I would hunt the world for you. Anybody standing in my way would die. They could be guilty of a crime or completely innocent—it wouldn’t matter.
There is no scenario where I wouldn’t find you.
You’ve been mine since I first laid eyes on you.
There is no measure of time that will ever be enough.
You’re mine now, and you will be mine for eternity. Do. You. Understand. Me?”
Her breathing picks up, and like the wolf listening for its prey, I’m ready to attack.
Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I suck the water from her flesh. The moan she lets out radiates from her chest into mine, causing me to nearly lose the small amount of sanity I have left.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back and spread those pretty thighs for me.”
Heather turns slowly with a slight tremble to her body, and it causes an uneasy feeling to wash over me.
“Are you afraid of me, Little Heathen?”
She shakes her head no and flashes me an ‘are you insane’ look.
“No, Carter. I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid for you. We are alone here. What if-”
“You touch me?” I interrupt her, “You won’t. We both know you won’t. Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll leave right now. Is that what you want, Little Heathen?”
I allow my gaze to travel down her body, watching the water roll down her flesh. My eyes move slowly back up to her pebbled nipples, calling to me.
I arch an eyebrow still waiting for an answer to my question.
She stares at me, her eyes needy as she whispers.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.
“Why are you crying, perfect girl?”
She lowers her gaze to the floor, and I lift her chin, keeping her eyes on mine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long—us alone. I enjoy every moment with all three of you, but I have longed for this—for you.”
I slam my lips to hers. Her words, everything about her, draws me in.
Her tongue slides around mine as she moans into my mouth.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I control her head to deepen our kiss.
My hands travel her body, feeling every inch of her flawless skin as I drag my tongue over her neck in a soft caress.
“Carter.” she gasps as I drop to my knees in front of her. I part her lips and blow softly on her clit.
Her eyes roll back as she whimpers for me, sounding as desperate for me as I am for her.
I swipe my tongue over her nub and feel her tremble against my touch. Heather cries out as I push two fingers inside her wet heat while I flick my tongue over her clit.
“Please Carter. I need your cock inside of me.”
I pull my fingers out of her and suck them clean as I rise to my feet.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
Every time I’m with her, I fight this gnawing in my chest to have her touch me. I crave it—but it’s too dangerous. We both remember what happened last time, and I don’t want to hurt her again.
She turns around and I stroke my fingers down her back as I tease her entrance with my cock, thoroughly enjoying her moans.
I push inside her with a groan of my own.
“Fuck.”
Moving inside her, I slide my hands down her sides.
“I’m completely consumed by you, Little Heathen. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will.”
Gripping her hips on either side, I pick up my pace as the water sprays on my back.
“Carter. I love you.”
Her words hit me square in the chest as the sound of our breaths come out harsh and labored.
“I love you too, Heather. Fuck, baby, I love you.”
Reaching around her, I rub her clit in circles as she cries out for more.
“Come for me, Little Heathen.”
She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder, and my heart nearly explodes.
This is everything. We are physically as connected as possible in this moment. Her blue eyes on mine, the depth, the emotion—saying so much without speaking a single word.
“Carter!” she cries out as she falls apart for me.
“That’s my girl.” I groan as I fill her with my come.
This woman is my entire world and my sole reason for existing. I know what it’s like to live without her, and I refuse to go through that again. For a long time, I wondered why I survived my childhood. People called it a miracle. I called it a travesty. Now I know, there was a reason.
Her.