Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
CARTER
Killian scoops Heather up and carries her to the bed.
“I’m fine. The pleasure was a little intense. You three should come with a warning sign.”
Kill chuckles as he lifts an eyebrow in question.
“What would our warning sign say, Killer?”
Heather taps her finger to her face before responding to him.
“Hot. Dangerous. May cause women to fall to their knees in pleasure.”
Knox takes her hand in his and kisses each of her knuckles softly.
“Do you want to continue, Tesoro? Or have you had enough?”
Moving her hand away from her face, she flashes Knox an angry glare, answering his question.
“Are you crazy? No, I have not had enough. I want more.”
Chuckling softly, he kneels on the bed and places a hand on either side of her head and kisses her. Heather wraps her arms around his back and digs her nails into his shoulders as she kisses him back eagerly.
“One on one tonight. I’m taking her first.”
Knox arches an eyebrow, surprised at me, stating what I want without overthinking it or second-guessing myself.
“Do you want us to hold her hands?” Knox asks, and I immediately respond, earning surprise from my brothers.
“No. It’s no longer necessary. I want my Little Heathen, and I want her alone.”
Killian and Knox exchange a glance before Knox turns to Heather.
“Are you okay with this, Tesoro?”
She nods, a soft smile gracing her lips, her confidence in me warming my heart, making me feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.
“Yes.”
My brothers quietly leave the room, and now I have her to myself. I don’t mind sharing her with my brothers. In fact, I like it, but sometimes I want to be selfish.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off while she watches me closely, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes widen with lust.
After removing my pants and boxers, I get onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, I stroke my cock while she watches. Her eyes are needy as they devour my body, one inch at a time.
“Show me your pretty pussy, Little Heathen. Spread yourself wide for me.”
Placing her fingers on her lips, she does as I told her to, and I nearly lose my mind, the erotic sight before me, almost more than I can take.
“So beautiful. Such a pretty pink pussy.”
Allowing my gaze to travel the full length of her body, I take her in, all of her perfection.
Mine.
Brushing my thumb over her clit, I try to commit the sound of my name falling from her lips to memory. It’s something I never want to lose.
“Carter.”
Her fingers visibly twitch, and I take a deep breath before granting her permission.
“Reach your hand up slowly and touch my chest.”
She doesn’t. Instead, she makes a fist and controls herself.
“Only if yo-”
I interrupt her quickly.
“I want you to. Touch my chest. Feel my heart beating for you.”
Heather places her palm on my skin, and my pulse races like I knew it would. What I didn’t expect is the lack of fear. In the place of terror is comfort. Something I never thought I’d know. I move my hand over hers as tears fall down her face.
“Carter. Thank you.”
Moving over her, I place a hand on either side of her head.
“Leave your hand where it is.”
Swiping my tongue over her lips, she whimpers softly, the need in her voice another thing I’d like to commit to memory.
Pressing my hand to her cheek, I tease her lips with my tongue until she parts them, and I push my tongue into her mouth.
Her mouth tastes sweet as I deepen our kiss, trying to get more of her.
“Oh, my God,” she moans when I grind my cock against her clit.
“I’m going to make you come like this. If you want me to fuck you, you’ll earn it with an orgasm.”
She’s already drenched. My cock slides effortlessly as she writhes underneath me.
Her fingers gently stroke my chest, and I close my eyes, embracing her touch. It doesn’t feel like fire. Instead, it’s more like the softest cashmere I’ve ever worn.
“Is this okay, Carter?”
I hum in response.
“Mmm, so fucking good.”
My eyes pop open as her fingers travel from my chest to the side of my neck.
“I love you.” She whispers, and it all becomes too much. The need to be inside her overwhelms me, and I can’t wait a second longer.
Lifting myself up slightly, I push inside her with one long, hard thrust.
“Carter!” she cries out in a half moan-half gasp as I bottom out. Rocking back and forth, I slide in and out of her pussy to the soundtrack of our heavy breaths mingling with her sweet moans.
Heather removes her hand from my neck, and the sensation is unsettling. I don’t like it. I miss the warmth of her skin.
“I’m going to come, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I don’t care about being hurt. When we come, I need her hands on me.
“Touch me, Little Heathen. I want to feel your hands on me while I fill your cunt.”
Sliding her hand into my hair, she moans loudly.
“Carter.”
Her body arches off the bed as I fill her, the beautiful sounds she makes threatening to bury me six feet deep.
I lay with my cock inside her, never wanting to pull out, while my beautiful girl weeps with a smile on her face.
Burying my face in her neck, I cry with her.
For the boy I never got to be. And for the future I never dared to dream of.
Until her.