Chapter 4 | Carter #2
“After one day? How do I know it’s about me and not about wanting a wife or a woman to have your babies because you’re ready?”
“I made that mistake with my ex-wife. We both did. She wanted what she had growing up with her parents, and I wanted what I didn’t have.” I lowered my head and bit her rose-scented neck lightly. “I also dated with intention this past year. Met a few women and you’re the only one I want to claim.”
“I haven’t dated at all. Hadn’t even had sex in a minute. Besides, how you kissed me yesterday, I told you I wouldn’t last two days.” When I twisted her nipple through the jersey, she moaned, “What if I’m just using your sexy body?”
“Use it to your heart’s desire. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I gripped my dick that strained against my shorts.
“All I want to do is fuck, eat, and watch football on repeat all day. Exactly in that order,” Brooklyn declared. “I have a condom in my bra.”
“Damn, New York, I’m about to bend on one knee right now.”
Her head went back in laughter. “Is that all it takes to get you to put a ring on it?”
“Fuck, yeah.” She met my gaze again and sucked in her breath when I slowly raised the jersey over her thighs, revealing her pussy. “Hold on."
“Hold on? Oh shit,” she exclaimed as I grabbed her waist and lifted her to wrap her legs around my neck. Her hands were still on the door. “Wait...wait...you’re not going to just eat me out like this?”
“Benefit of working out for years. The question is, are you strong enough to hold on?” I ran my tongue up her slick folds and nipped her clit, and she quivered, grasping my shoulders. “I guess not.”
I licked her again for good measure and lowered her on my body to carry her back to the bench.
Her eyes hungrily watched as I pushed down my shorts.
She allowed her arms to spill over the sides as I kneeled, placed her legs over my shoulders, and lifted her mound to my lips.
I spread her open with my finger and tasted her sweet honey.
She writhed and moaned while I took my time exploring her pussy with my mouth, paying special attention to her clit.
I wanted her to fully relax since it’d been a long time since she’d had sex, and I didn’t want to hurt her since my natural tendency was to fuck deep and hard.
Making love for me was the foreplay. Once I got inside a woman, my dick had a mind of its own.
With every caress of my tongue, she whimpered.
I placed two fingers inside, stretching her, preparing her.
When her body seemed comfortable with my sensual intrusion, I added another—moving in and out while I teased her rigid button.
Her knees squeezed the sides of my head as she began to spiral from the building pressure.
I refused to let her move away when she screamed that it was too much and relentlessly licked and sucked.
Brooklyn clawed my shoulders, begging for release.
Then her whole body stiffened, and she grabbed my head, urging me to suck all of her cum.
I complied while she loudly gave in to the ultimate pleasure.
Before she could calm down from her sexual high, I pulled her up and pressed her against the wall.
Her ass, facing me. My hands swept up her body to unhook her bra and release her breasts and the condom.
With any other woman, I wouldn’t trust their condoms, but with Brooklyn, if she wanted to trap me, I was a willing participant.
The side of her face rested on the wall.
Her eyes were closed tight, and her mouth slightly gaped.
I kissed her gently while I slipped on the Magnum.
My hands massaged her large breasts. The callous on my palms rubbed her stiff nipples.
She panted and moaned as my erection toyed with her tilted ass and her pussy.
I spread her legs with my knee and thrust inside at the moment I turned her head to capture her lips in a deep kiss.
Her pussy grabbed my dick and held on for dear life.
One hand continued to knead her breast while my other gripped her waist as I pounded her.
It might have been a long time since she fucked, but her body remembered, and she gave as good as he received.
She broke the kiss to remove the jersey and wrap her arms around my neck, giving me more access to her breasts that jiggled from my vigorous thrusts.
Brooklyn’s moans grew louder and louder, spurring me to fuck harder.
My hands moved to her hips, and I began my ascent into ecstasy. Gripping her roughly as I unleashed.
She dropped her arms from around my neck to press her hands against the wall, pushing her ass into me, daring me to take it all.
And I did.
Every last drop.
MY CELL BUZZED NEAR my ear on the shelf built into the back of my bed. Brooklyn’s body curled around mine, making it challenging to reach for it without disturbing her. I eased from under her, and groggily, I squinted at the screen. My heart pounded.
Joi.
She only called this time of night if something was wrong with Sekani. I kissed the side of Brooklyn’s face as she mumbled in her sleep, and I hurried to the bathroom before answering the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Everything,” she wailed.
“Please calm down.” I had to push air through my own constricting lungs to continue speaking.
“Are you on the way to the hospital? I can catch a flight first thing in the morning. Or call in a favor and charter a flight if I need to get to Houston sooner.” My parental instincts took over.
I had just scheduled a meeting with ESPN tomorrow for a guest correspondence job for an upcoming Rams game, but I would drop everything for my children.
“Why were you never that way with me? Ready to be there for me like you’re there for Sekani.” Her voice was still raised, though now I recognize the slur in her words. She’d been drinking.
“Wait. Is this about you or my son?”
“A son that I decided to include you as a father,” she snarled.
“Don’t start that bullshit. He’s my blood, looks like me, and I would’ve fought you in court and won. Is there something wrong with Sekani or not?”
Joi retorted irritably, “He’s fine and probably still up with his cousins playing video games at my sister’s house. I’m home alone.”
“Then why are you calling me drunk in the middle of the night?”
“Are you alone?”
I closed my eyes, knowing my answer would wound her. Yet, I had no intention of lying to her. “No.”
“I saw the pic you posted of you and that doctor. I knew there was something between you and her. When did you start that up?”
“Joi. We’re not together anymore. I don’t owe you anything about my personal life. We tried and failed. I’ve moved on. You told me you did last year, remember? Told me you met someone, to get out, and I did. Gave you our home without a fight.”
“I want a baby, Carter,” she admitted. “I want to give you what you asked me for.”
I rubbed my head. “No, you don’t. Now you’re grasping at straws because you finally believe I’ve moved on.
We had years to have a baby. I accepted you didn’t want another one and focused on the ones I already had.
Don’t come at me in the fourth quarter asking for a baby, we both know you don’t want.
Ask that man you had lying up next to you for months, or maybe you're back on pussy again. Either way, stop playing with me. You don’t want a baby. ”
“I do. Maybe because I’m thirty-eight and never felt a baby growing inside of me.
Hated that I let Chelsea talk me into letting her be the one to carry Sekani when I already knew I would be the better parent.
I’ve been thinking that maybe we can get therapy and work out our issues.
The three of us had fun when we all lived together as a family, and we can again.
Sekani hates that he doesn’t see you every day. ”
“I hate it too.” I held the phone tighter. “I stayed as long as I did because I didn’t want to have another child of mine not live with me.”
Joi huffed, “Being with me wasn’t just about Sekani. All the love we shared doesn’t just disappear.”
“It didn’t just disappear. Years of an emotional rollercoaster until the love slowly dissipated. I’m not rehashing us at two in the morning because you’re drunk and lonely. Bye, Joi.”
“You don’t miss me at all?” she quickly asked.
“You broke my heart.”
Joi had demons of abuse from her childhood that all my love in the world couldn’t heal, and since she refused to get therapy, she never learned to trust me.
“You broke mine because you blamed me for the end of your marriage,” she hissed.
“Then there’s no reason to continue this conversation, is there? We both need to be with people who won’t hurt us.” I clicked off the cell and turned off my phone, gripping the marble sink. I cursed loudly. Posting that picture of me and Brooklyn set off questions I wasn’t ready to answer.