12. Carter
Carter
“ W alk with me,” Catalina asks, looking at me with her big, beautiful chestnut eyes.
She extends her delicate hand to me, and I take it without hesitation.
We walk hand in hand across the pasture, the grass whispering around our boots.
Crickets chirp softly, fireflies flicker at the edges, and the air smells sweet with clover.
She swings our joined hands between us, her bow slipping loose as the wind teases it.
We arrive at the lake, our lake. The same one I took her to on her birthday, back when she still looked at me like I was a puzzle she didn’t want to solve. Now, she looks at me like I’m the only answer she’s ever needed.
She shoves off her boots and steps close to the water’s edge, the last light catching on her bare legs. “I missed this spot,” she whispers.
I slide up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my chest against her back. I lean in and lower my mouth to her ear. “So did I.”
She melts against me, her fingers covering mine where they rest against her stomach. Her head tilts back, eyes closing as the wind teases her hair across my jaw.
The quiet stretches, until she breathes, soft but certain, “Carter… I want you.”
Those three words always make my knees weak.
Her lips are soft against mine, her hands sliding up my chest and tugging at my shirt. The warm air surrounds us, the last glow of sunset fading, fireflies flickering at the edge of the pasture.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers until she moans into my mouth. My hands trace down her sides, over the curve of her hips, then lower, grabbing her thighs.
“Carter—” she gasps when I lift her clean off the ground, her legs wrapping tight around my waist.
“Hold on, darlin’.”
I carry her straight into the water. The lake laps coolly against my jeans, soaking us as I wade deeper, until it’s deep enough to support her weight effortlessly. She laughs against my mouth, with her arms locked tight around my neck.
“I love you,” she whispers, but her smile says otherwise.
“Love you more, baby,” I rasp, kissing her again, deeper this time.
The water ripples around us as I press her against me, her body slick and warm in my arms. My hands slide under her shirt, tugging it over her head, as I toss it onto the bank. The lake clings to her skin, droplets rolling down her chest, with her nipples pebbled and tight from the cool air.
“Christ, baby,” I groan, as my mouth trails down her throat to her collarbone, tasting her with every lick.
She arches into me, nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Carter,” she whispers, her voice breaking on the plea.
I gently set her back just enough to look at her. The water glistens beneath the moonlight, casting a silver reflection off her pale skin, highlighting her cheekbones and her petite face.
Fuck, she still knocks my breath away.
Her lashes flutter with each ragged inhale, and the way the moonlight reflects off her eyes, I become undone all over again, just like the moment I first laid eyes on her.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of her throat.
She tilts her head back, moaning as I continue biting and sucking at the slope of her neck.
“Carter, baby,” she breathes out, running her fingers through her hair.
I press her closer, sliding my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. She gasps, head tipping back as I tease her slowly, letting the water swirl around us while I draw out every sound she has to give.
“Carter—oh my God?—”
“Shh, baby,” I whisper against her ear, sliding my fingers into her tight cunt. “I’ve got you.”
She gasps, arching against me, her nails raking across my forearm. Her breath stutters in my ear, every sound she makes going straight to my cock.
“That’s it, darlin’,” I murmur, curling my fingers deep inside her until she cries out. “Take my fingers, open up for me.”
Her thighs clamp around my hand, her hips rocking helplessly. “Carter, I—fuck?—”
“Breathe,” I coax, my mouth brushing her temple as I press my thumb to her clit, rubbing slow, steady circles. “Let me work you open. Don’t fight it.”
She whimpers, shaking her head, but her body tells the truth—it’s already giving in, clenching around me like she was made for my hand.
“God, you’re so tight,” I rasp, pumping my fingers deeper, harder, until she’s trembling all over. “So wet for me. You like when I talk you through it, don’t you?”
“Yes—” she gasps, her voice breaking, dramatic as ever. “Carter, please.”
I grin against her hair, curling my fingers just right until her cry echoes off the walls. “That’s my girl. Gettin’ close already, aren’t you?”
Her hips grind against my hand, her cries frantic now, begging without words. I pin her tighter to me, whispering filth against her ear as I edge her higher and higher.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, darlin’. I’ll wring every drop out of you before I even think about slidin’ my cock inside.”
Her body bows, her nails biting into me, and then she breaks—shattering around my hand with a sobbed moan of my name.
I hold her through it, stroking her clit gently, whispering praise into her ear. “That’s it, Catalina. That’s my good girl, always so good for me.”
Her body’s still trembling from my fingers, her chest heaving against mine. But my cock aches, thick and heavy, pressed between her thighs. I shift her higher in my arms, the lake water rippling around us, cool against our overheated skin.
When the head of my cock nudges her entrance, she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. Her eyes fly open, wide and blown, lips parting like she’s already begging without words.
I press my forehead to hers, brushing her mouth with mine. “That’s it, darlin’. Let me in. Nice and easy.”
I push forward, slow as I can stand it. The head slips past her folds, and she whimpers, clenching around me already. Inch by inch, I stretch her open, every sound that falls from her lips carving into me.
“Fuck me,” I groan, gritting my teeth as I sink deeper, filling her. “So damn tight… always so perfect for me.”
Her back arches, tits brushing my chest as she clings to me, legs locking around my waist. “Carter?—”
“Shh,” I murmur, kissing her jaw as I bottom out, my cock buried to the hilt. I stay there, still, letting her breathe, letting her body adjust around me. “Feel that? That’s all of me inside you.”
Her lips tremble, her moan soft against my ear. “Move… please.”
I draw back slowly, almost all the way out, before sliding back in just as steady. Her gasp breaks into a whimper, her nails scraping down my back, her cunt fluttering around me like it can’t decide if it wants more or if it’s already too much.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, kissing her temple, setting a rhythm that’s deep and unhurried. “Not rushin’ this. I’m gonna fuck you slow until you know you’re mine.”
She moans my name, dramatic and breathless, every thrust wringing another sound out of her. I grind at the end of each stroke, circling her clit against my pelvis, pulling her higher into my arms when she tries to squirm away from the pressure.
Her eyes squeeze shut, her voice catching. “Carter, oh my God?—”
“Look at me,” I demand softly, my thumb brushing her cheek as I thrust deep again. “Eyes on me while I make you come.”
When she finally meets my gaze, she breaks—her body clenching around me, her cry shattering into the night. I hold her tight, murmuring against her lips, “That’s it, darlin’. Good girl. Let go for me.”
Her orgasm ripples through her, pulsing around my cock, and I keep moving, slow and steady, fucking her through every wave.
Her cunt is squeezing the life out of me, every flutter making it harder to hold on. I bury my face in her neck, groaning against her skin. “Fuck, baby… you feel like heaven.”
Her nails rake down my back, sharp enough to sting, and her voice breaks into a sobbed moan. “Harder, Carter. Please—I need it.”
I growl, snapping my hips harder, the water splashing high around us. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Couldn’t just let me take it slow—had to push me.”
“Yes,” she cries, eyes glassy, mouth falling open. “I want it. I want all of you.”
“Yeah, you do,” I rasp, thrusting deeper, rougher, until her tits are bouncing against my chest and her cries are echoing across the lake. “Always so dramatic, beggin’ like I wouldn’t give you everything without you askin’.”
She gasps, her head tipping back, her body clamping down so hard I almost lose it. “Oh my God—I’m gonna?—”
“That’s it,” I groan, grinding into her clit with every stroke. “Come for me. Drench my cock, baby. Show me who fuckin’ owns this pussy.”
Her scream tears through the night, her body convulsing as she comes, soaking me, pulling me so deep I can’t breathe. Her walls milk me, relentless, and I slam into her through it, my own orgasm ripping free with a guttural curse.
“Fuck—Catalina,” I groan, spilling hot inside her, grinding until she whimpers from how full she is.
We cling to each other in the water, both shaking, breathless. She buries her face in my neck, her lips brushing my skin as she pants. “I love you.”
I chuckle, kissing her damp hair. “I love you more, darlin’.”
Her body’s limp against me, still trembling from the way I wrung her out. She’s clinging to my shoulders, face buried in my neck, her breath shallow and shaky.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her wet hair. “I’ve got you.”
I slip out of her slowly, keeping one hand firm on her ass as I adjust her in my arms. She whimpers at the loss but curls tighter into me, her legs locked around my waist.
The water laps as I wade back to shore, the night air cool on our bare skin. Fireflies glow at the edges of the pasture, the moonlight turning her hair silver. My boots sink into the damp grass, but I don’t stop walking, not until the house comes into view through the dark.
She lifts her head just enough to mumble against my throat, dramatic even half-asleep. “You’re all wet.”
I huff a laugh, shifting her higher against my chest. “So are you, darlin’.”
The moonlight paints her skin silver, fireflies flickering around us as I cross the pasture toward the house.
“You’re carrying me all the way?” she murmurs, sleepy, dramatic.
“Damn right I am,” I say, voice low. “You’re not walkin’ after the way I just had you.”
Her laugh is soft, breathless, but it fades into a sigh as she rests her head back against me.
I press my mouth on the outer corner of her lip, kissing her softly, and keep walking.
The porch steps creak under me as I climb. I shoulder the front door open, careful not to jostle her, and head for the stairs. Every board groans under my boots, the house quiet except for our breathing.
She blinks up at me, lips brushing my jaw as she whispers, “Strong cowboy.”
I grin, shifting her higher against me, my arms tightening. “Always.”
I nudge the door open with my shoulder, straight through the darkened hall until we reach our bathroom. The tub gleams under the soft light, deep and wide, perfect for this. I set her gently on her feet just long enough to twist the knobs, steam curling as hot water rushes in.
She leans into me, still naked, still mine, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the tattoos on my chest. “You always take care of me,” she whispers, voice heavy with exhaustion but full of warmth.
“Always, baby. You’re mine to take care of.” I press my lips to her temple, steadying her as I guide her into the tub. She sinks down with a sigh, water climbing over her shoulders, her head tipping back against the edge.
I climb in behind her, pulling her between my thighs, my arms circling her waist under the water. The sponge rests in my hand as I slide it over her skin, slow and careful, washing away the lake while kissing the crown of her head.
She hums, her fingers playing with my wedding band under the water. “You spoil me,” she murmurs.
“Not spoil,” I rasp, my mouth against her damp hair. “Love. Always love.”
And as I hold her there, warm water rocking around us, her body soft against mine, I know I’ll never stop.