Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
CARTER
We’ve been in the house for a week and honestly it’s been nearly blissful.
Every day, Heather seems a little more herself.
Other than grumbling to Killian about the clothing he bought for all of us.
I don’t think she even had an issue with anything he bought when he and Knox went shopping for everything we needed.
If I had to put money on it, I’d say she pushes him intentionally.
Knox has a theory that she does it because she can and knows she’s safe with us.
“Do you want me dressed or undressed?” I ask as we walk into the bedroom.
Heather pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and I swear she does that because she knows it makes me crazy.
“I like to feel your skin against mine. Is it okay if I leave my shirt on, though?”
I nod in agreement.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with is fine.”
She slips her skirt off and it takes all my control to keep my eyes on her face.
“I have a confession.” She says as we get into bed.
Laying her head on my chest with her hand on my arm, she sighs softly.
“I am scared to have sex with any of you, because what if I can’t handle it? And what if you can’t handle the marks on my skin. What then?”
I take a deep breath to calm my instant reaction.
“Why?”
Lifting her head she stares at me as if it’s obvious.
“It’s ugly and I’m so afraid you won’t be able to look at me without seeing him. How can you possibly forget that Carter? Please be honest with me and yourself.”
Flipping us over so she’s underneath me I stroke my fingers down her cheek softly.
“I will probably never forget walking in and finding him hurting you but, it’s not what I see when I look at you.”
“Then what do you see?” She whispers.
“Everything. My entire fucking world. My life started the moment I saw you. So when you ask what I see when I look at you—that’s easy for me to answer. I see you.”
“Carter.” She gasps. “You can stop being perfect now.”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh at her suggesting I’m perfect.
“Little Heathen, I’m a fucked up mess.”
Lifting her head slightly, she brushes her lips over mine. The warmth of her breath licks at my skin like a gentle fire.
“I don’t think so, Mr. Bonetti. You’re perfect to me. And for me.”
Her eyes drop to my lips, and when I lick them, her gaze follows the path of my tongue.
“Carter.” She breathes, and while I’ve never been a fan of my name, I am now. I could listen to her repeat it on an endless loop. The way she says it, breathy and needy, filled with adoration, hits me in the chest every time.
“If you don’t stop me, I’m going to kiss you.”
Heather slides her hand up my arm and runs her fingers into my hair.
“Fuuuck,” I groan when she drags her nails over my scalp.
“Kiss me, Carter.”
I suck her bottom lip between mine, as she whimpers and my cock hardens.
Her blue eyes darken as she stares at me, the need between us visceral.
“I know what I want, and right now that’s you. All I’ve felt for months is anger. Prove to me the scars don’t matter. Show me things haven’t changed between us.”
I slide my hand into her hair, focus my gaze on her, and speak through a clenched jaw.
“They don’t fucking matter.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I push my tongue into her mouth as she palms the back of my head.
Sliding my hand under her shirt, she tenses and I stop.
“What’s your safe word, Little Heathen?”
“Donut.”
When I cup her tit with my palm she arches her back, pushing against my hand with a moan.
I move off of her and kneel on the bed in front of her.
“Take your shirt and panties off.”
She sits up and removes her shirt before hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties and removes them.
When she lies back down, my eyes travel her body, feasting on every inch even the place she’s worried about.
“You’re beautiful, Heather. We will get this covered up because it bothers you, not for me or my brothers, but for you. You should be comfortable in your own skin.”
I spread her legs and stare at her pussy.
“Fucking perfect.”
Leaning down, less than an inch from her cunt, I inhale her intoxicating scent.
I drag two fingers from her entrance to her clit, spreading her wetness around.
“Look at how drenched you are, Little Heathen.”
I swipe my tongue over her clit slowly, loving the way she thrusts her hips up, trying to get more friction.
“I need you inside me.”
Arching a brow, I gaze up into her face.
“What’s the rule, Little Heathen?”
“I have to come first.” She says, gazing at me through disappointed eyes.
I push two fingers inside her. She bucks her hips as I place my lips on her clit and suck hard.
“Carter.”
I push my fingers in and out of her pussy. Flicking my tongue over her clit, I watch her tremble for me as she clenches down on my fingers.
Fucking beautiful.
“Oh my God.” She gasps before letting out a throaty moan and coming around my fingers.
I move over her, placing a hand on the mattress on either side of her head.
“Do you still want this, Little Heathen?”
Her whimper is soft as she presses her hand to my face, her blue eyes filled with need.
“Yes.”
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I push inside her slowly, and she wraps her arms around my back and drags her fingers down my skin.
“Carter. More. Please.” She says, moving her hand up and running her fingers into the back of my hair.
I pull back and push inside her again, her wetness coats my length as I bury my cock to the hilt.
Heather wraps her legs around me, holding me close to her as I move in and out of her pussy, her breaths hot against my ear. Every sweet little moan drives me insane and I increase the speed of my thrusts as she falls apart for me.
“This is what matters. Us. I want those marks gone because they bother you, not because they bother me to see. They are something that happened to you. They don’t define you. Nothing has changed for me. You’re still my perfect girl.”
I change my position slightly, dragging my pelvis over her clit. She bucks her hips and digs her nails into my flesh while she cries out. Her pussy clenches down on my cock as I glide in and out of her drenched cunt.
Her body relaxes momentarily before she arches her back again.
“That’s my girl. Come again for me.”
The sounds of our heavy breaths fill the room mingling with her moans that I’d like to listen to on repeat. When she digs her nails into my scalp again, I lose all control, her pussy clenches my cock and she cries out louder than before.
“Carter!”
I fill her completely as she palms the back of my head, pulling me down for a kiss.
Sex with her is always an exhilarating experience, but this was so much more. It’s like she exited a dark place and came home to me—where she fucking belongs.
“Sleep now, Little Heathen. You’re supposed to be resting.”
She settles into my arms with a peaceful sigh. Her lashes flutter closed and I watch her fall asleep. Even watching her sleep fascinates me. Her lips part as she breathes deeply. She looks like an angel, simple, perfect. And mine.