Chapter 58
Chapter Fifty-Eight
CARTER
Heather shivers as I drag my fingers up the inside of her thigh, coming close to where she wants me but not giving her what she’s desperate for.
Placing my hand against her pussy, I hold it still while I pick up my glass with my free one. Her eyes track the movement as I lift the glass to my lips and take a slow sip.
Heather places her hand on the side of my neck, pulling my head closer to her and tugs my earlobe between her teeth.
“Please, Carter. Make me come for you.”
Fuuuck.
Killian takes her right leg and pulls it over his lap, pinning it in place while I do the same with her left before making sure the long black tablecloth sits on her lap, covering her.
I slide a finger up her center to her clit as she stares at me, mouth slightly open as she breathes, eyes wild with hunger.
Jesus. This girl is exquisite. From the most subtle sparkle in her eyes, to the way she breathes my name.
“Carter.”
She is fucking phenomenal. I cannot get enough of her.
I pinch her clit, and she releases an audible gasp.
She’s so fucking beautiful as she tries hard not to make any noise. Heather fights every moan from slipping out of her pouty lips.
When I push two fingers inside her slick pussy, her eyes widen as she shakes her head.
“Carter. No. I can’t-“
Placing my hand on the side of her face, I stare into her unsure eyes.
“Yes, gorgeous girl. You can and will. Feel my fingers fucking your beautiful pussy. Give into it. Come for me.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I swipe my tongue over hers. Her pussy squeezes my fingers as I swallow her delicious moans, muffling her sweet sounds.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I put them in my drink and swirl them around while she stares at me, her mouth gaping open.
“Why?” she asks as I lift my glass and take a sip.
“I think this is my new favorite drink, Little Heathen.”
Her cheeks blush crimson as I chuckle and my brothers join in.
“When you don’t wear panties, we will take that as a request to have our fingers inside you, regardless of where we are. If you want to misbehave, that’s fine. But accept the consequences.”
If I thought she’d respond by being anything other than being a brat, I was wrong.
Reaching over, she picks up my glass and downs the liquid before placing the glass back on the table.
Arching an eyebrow, I ask, “Feel better, Little Heathen?”
Shaking her head, she giggles and hip checks me.
“No. I have to pee really bad.”
I rise to my feet so she can get out of the booth and follow behind her as she nearly sprints to the ladies room.
After a few moments, Heather comes out of the bathroom and then heads straight for the bar.
“I need a drink. Let’s try tequila. I’m celebrating.”
The bartender pours her a shot with a lime hanging from the rim and slides it to her.
“What are you celebrating?” He asks, and I visibly cringe at her answer.
“Both of my parents are dead.”
Placing my arm around her waist, I try to cover for my obviously drunk girl.
“We are celebrating their lives.”
I leave a twenty on the bar as she tosses her drink back.
Taking her across the dance floor to get back to the table, I attempt to figure out how she’s intoxicated.
“How much did you drink, Little Heathen?”
She stops and taps her finger on her head with a lighthearted giggle.
“I had your pussy drink, my drink and two at the house when I was getting ready.”
Well, that explains it.
She wraps her arms around my waist and shouts.
“Dance with me, Cahttt-er,” slurring my name.
“You’re drunk.”
She stumbles back, placing her hand over her heart as if she’s truly offended.
“I am not. I’m happy.”
Tilting her head back, she lifts her gaze to mine, her eyes filled with emotion that must be from the alcohol.
“Don’t you want me to be happy?”
I’m not a fan of inebriated women but after the life she has lived, she deserves a night to let loose.
I kiss her on the forehead.
“Of course I want you to be happy.”
She stomps her foot and flashes me a glare that disappears almost as quickly as it appeared.
“Then dance with me before this song ends.”
All of Me by John Legend plays through the speakers and I slide my hands down her back and pull her tight against my chest. She places one arm around my back and her other on my chest. We sway to the music and she stares up at me, emotion filling her gaze as if I hung the moon for her. I would if I fucking could.
“I’ve never danced with a man.”
“I’ve never danced with a woman. I’m glad you were my first everything” I admit.
Heather places her head against my chest and we sway to the music. Her movements are uncoordinated and she steps on my foot more than once. Somehow her drunken state doesn’t even bother me because it’s her.
The song ends and I take her back to the table and she sits beside Knox and rests her head on his shoulder.
He places his arm around her waist and less than two minutes later she’s asleep.
Killian shakes his head.
“I guess that’s it for tonight. Our fierce Killer is down for the count.”
Knox pulls her onto his lap while I place money on the table to pay for our drinks and a tip. He rises to his feet holding her in his arms and talks to her while she sleeps.
“Tesoro, you have so much to learn about control.”
As we head out of the bar, the bartender laughs when he spots Heather’s state.
She stirs slightly and wraps her arms around Knox’s neck but doesn’t fully wake.
I remember him telling me that first night she was with us that she wouldn’t take medication because she needed to be aware.
Now, she’ll even get drunk around us. I fucking love that she knows she’s safe with us.
There’s no doubt. It’s simply a fact for her.