Milk

Chapter 44 Carter

The silence of the small secluded beach was broken by the sound of a helicopter flying above.

It was a little closer than I’d like, but it soon disappeared.

It wasn’t unusual around here, since this chain of islands was only accessible by helicopter or private yachts.

I exhaled happily while enjoying the return of my blessed silence.

The sun was burning hot, and the golden glare bouncing off the waves in front of me made sunglasses a necessity.

Sitting on the lounge chair, I took a sip of my Pina colada before resting it on the cooler half buried in the sand beside me.

I used to hate sweet drinks like these. I was a whisky neat sort of man.

But a lot had changed in the last six months, and I guess, my taste in drinks, much like my life, had become much less bitter.

As I looked at the distant form of Tiffany splashing in the shallow azure waters, wearing the cow print bikini that I bought for her, I couldn’t help but feel my two cocks twitch in my Speedo.

Custom-made, with an extra-large pouch to accommodate me.

At first, the staring made me embarrassed, but Tiffany loved it.

I had to admit, I enjoyed the way the women stared at me with curiosity, and at her with jealousy.

So, I grew to love it too. Much like the Pina colada, it was an acquired taste.

Tiffany had introduced me to many pleasurable things that I wouldn’t have ever allowed myself to enjoy otherwise.

We saved each other and ourselves in the process of coming together.

She embraced how beautiful and unique she was.

I’d embraced myself and started believing that I could make a life with her – something that was better, stretched farther, and would last longer than Sunshine Sanctuary.

Moving my arm to the side, I reached into the tote bag I brought. My fingers wrapped around what I wanted and I sighed in relief. It was always where I put it, but I always had to check. I pulled it out and slipped it in my shirt pocket.

My smartwatch beeped. The banks had just opened in America, and the scheduled transfer probably went through already.

I took my small laptop out of my tote bag and opened it, going to my bank’s website.

As the page loaded, I got distracted watching Tiffany and Wren playfully splash each other.

Their massive breasts wobbled back and forth as they laughed.

Then a shadow appeared to my right. I looked up to find Susan in a wine red one-piece swimsuit, sipping some pineapple-based drink and wearing a long straw hat.

While she had shades on, I knew she was watching Wren.

“They look happy, don’t they?” Susan asked.

“They are very happy,” I said, sure of it.

She agreed, sitting in the chair next to me.

Her attention flicked to the resort behind us.

Her brows furrowed, and in the reflection of her sunglasses, I saw men approaching.

A small man with a cane led the others. His skin was tanned, almost the color of fine ground cinnamon, and tufts of white hair sprouted from the sides of his head.

His dark almond-shaped eyes made his Asian ancestry clear.

Standing beside him were two large goons that might as well be twins and a young woman.

I studied her more intently. Hazel eyes, blonde hair. She was beautiful, but … familiar. My chest ached slightly as I focused on her face, the ghost of laugh lines at the corners of her mouth. I’d met her before. I was sure of it. Seen her. Why couldn’t I-

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“Carter?” Susan asked, on alert.

I waved her away, focused entirely on the woman as I stood. I looked away, then back to her. Was I hallucinating? No, I’d still see her like I’d seen her in photos if it was a hallucination. She was older now, but she still had our mother’s eyes, her smile.

“Sarah?” I whispered.

I was sure she’d give me a weird look, ask if we’d met, tell me I was mistaken.

Instead, she offered a hesitant smile. I stood up, closing my Hawaiian shirt just so my dicks wouldn’t be distracting.

I moved past Komodo, ignoring him completely.

I hesitated a moment, looking her over, then hugged my sister tightly.

She stiffened, a stranger in my arms, before melting into the embrace.

“Are you coming home now?” I asked her, my voice thick. “The deal is done. You’re free.”

Sarah pulled back gently. She looked at me with a deep sadness for the years we’d lost, but underneath it was a flicker of gratitude. Then she took Komodo’s hand. “I am home, Carter.” She looked at the old man with an expression I couldn’t decipher. Love? “We have a home, each other, and a child.”

I stared at Komodo, who just smiled.

“You slimy bastard,” I grunted. He laughed, a dry, rattling sound.

“Mr. Carter Hill,” Komodo said, “Today is the day! The deal we had is done.”

I glanced at Sarah again. She rubbed Komodo’s arm with her free hand and gave me a shy smile. A part of me wanted to drag this out, to have a proper reunion, but that could wait another few minutes, just a few. Some things couldn’t be delayed.

“Today is the day,” I agreed, gesturing towards my laptop. “The last transfer should already be in your account.”

He turned and said something in another language, but not one I spoke, to one of his assistants. He took his phone, grunted, then nodded, putting it down. Komodo turned to me.

“It seems it is,” Komodo said, full of gravitas for a man so small. “Now there is only one thing left to do.”

One of his goons approached, revealing his hand was handcuffed to a briefcase.

Komodo took a key out of his maroon jacket pocket.

Unlocking the cuff, he snorted quietly as if he had just remembered a mildly funny joke, then he signaled for the bodyguard to approach me.

He did, turning the briefcase horizontal and opening it.

U.S. hundred dollar bills. Many stacks of them.

I nodded, trusting the right amount was there.

Komodo’s reputation spoke for itself. The goon closed the case and passed it to me.

I closed the latches and left it on the sand.

“Two things,” I said after. “There are two things left to do.”

“Is that so?” Komodo asked. “What is the other?”

It was my turn to motion to Susan. She reached into her purse and produced a clam phone, a relic of another time, but it served its purpose. I took it and handed it to Komodo.

“Call the number programmed,” I said, sitting back on my lounge chair and opening my laptop.

The cameras overlooking the facility were still working.

I heard the beeps of the old phone as Komodo navigated to the number.

I spotted the footage of the KKK members holding up their guns, sweeping the ranch, trying to find Jason.

I had sent them the keycard myself after dismissing the whole staff along with a note telling those fucking Nazis where they could find their boss.

A dial tone echoed from Komodo’s phone. I smiled.

Another few seconds and the phone he’d call would set off the explosives placed all across Sunshine Sanctuary.

A few cameras went offline, and the rest flickered briefly.

The wet cement dams detonated, flooding the elevator shaft with several metric tons of concrete.

The above-ground buildings of the facility collapsed in a controlled demolition.

That rubble would be the tombstone that marked the graves of Jason’s friends.

I watched with a smirk as they panicked.

There was no sound, but I could see their faces contorting as one of them screamed, finding Jason’s body in the stable where I left it.

The generator would run for a couple of weeks. I’d watch them succumb to starvation and cannibalism in their final desperate hours, as they became the last witness of my father’s cursed legacy.

It was over.

“Thank you,” I said to Komodo, closing the laptop.

“Our partnership was … very prosperous, old friend. You honored your father’s debt. That’s all I could ask of you,” Komodo said.

“Good. Because - I mean no offense, old friend, but I’m done.”

“Understandable,” Komodo said, leaning on his cane.

“No. I have a man in Manila that I’d rather not leave waiting,” Komodo said.

My eyes went to Sarah, and she offered me a bittersweet smile and a shrug of shoulders. I cleared my throat. “No time for a reunion?”

“Not this time, brother,” she said gently. “But you’re welcome to visit,” her eyes flitted behind me. “Or perhaps invite us to something soon.”

Us, I hated the word and the idea of involving Komodo in my future, but I had a feeling I’d be seeing Sarah again. Not a feeling, but an unspoken promise. She was the only family-by-blood that I had left. I’d wanted to find her and know her for so long.

“You’re welcome to visit with an … advanced notice,” Komodo corrected.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but smiled. “That was implied. I’m sure Carter has manners.”

Komodo looked from the phone I’d handed him to the laptop, then Sarah. Nothing more had to be said. Komodo just cleared his throat and said, “Have a good life, Mr. Carter Hill. Whether I see you again or not.”

He walked away, my sister’s hand in his.

I watched them go, a hollow ache in my chest. She was a hostage, a piece of leverage to keep me in line, and somewhere along the way, she’d learned to call her cage home.

Maybe she was happy. Maybe she loved him.

Or maybe she was just like me, a survivor who had learned to love the monster who held the keys.

I couldn’t judge her for it. In the end, we were both free, and we had both chosen our paths. I sighed, then I heard Susan’s voice.

“Was that really necessary? We could’ve demolished the facility a couple of days ago.”

“Not if we wanted to trap those nazis,” I said.

“We could’ve done that months ago.”

“Then they would be prisoners. I wanted them to feel hopeful, right before the end.”

“That’s impractical,” Susan said with a deadpan expression.

“You know me, I have a weak spot for drama,” I teased her.

Susan rolled her eyes before she looked towards the beach. Turning, I found Tiffany and Wren walking towards us, dripping with seawater, their majestic, plump figures, barely contained by their bikinis. My speedo felt useless against my twin cocks hardening.

I spoke softly to Susan. “Could you take Wren to the restaurant? There’s something I …”

Susan looked at my cock, she was so obvious about the glance and her smirk after, that it cut me short. She chuckled. “Of course, Carter. I’m sure you have one or two very imperative matters to address.”

She wasn’t subtle. As the girls approached, Susan walked ahead to take Wren’s hand, kiss her, and point towards the resort bar behind us. Wren waved at me as she passed by. I took a towel to Tiffany and wrapped it around her lush, gorgeous body.

“Who was that? The man?” She asked, dripping and glistening.

“I’m sure I told you about my business partner. That was him and my sister.”

“Your sister? Can I meet her?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, my voice tight. “At least not right now.”

Tiffany didn’t ask more. I was sure she could see the pain in my eyes, and she didn’t want to push it. So she focused on better news.

“Are we done?”

“Just as I promised. To the day,” I told her.

Tiffany hugged me tightly, dampening my Hawaiian shirt.

We kissed softly, tenderly, something sacred and relieved.

My cocks ground against her belly, nearly distracting me.

Tiffany wanted me out of the business, and I told her, to the hour, when that would happen.

Tiffany hated secrets and liked when a man showed follow through.

I’d followed through on both since the night I killed Jason.

“Tiff…” I said, ending the kiss, “There’s something I’ve wanted to discuss with you, but I didn’t want to bring it up while I had other obligations to handle.”

“What is it? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I’d waited as long as I could.

I’d planned it for dinner by the resort pool, but I was done waiting for the right moment to show her or tell her how I felt.

I sank down on one knee and pulled the black velvet box from the pocket of my shirt.

As I lifted it, Tiffany covered her face with both hands and screamed in a mix of joy and nervous disbelief.

When she removed her hands, she was already crying and nodding, my teary sweet cow.

“Carter!” She yelled, unable to hide her smile.

“Tiffany, would you do me the honor of-”

“YES! YES!” She shouted, then stopped herself. “Sorry. Sorry Please, finish.”

“Are you sure, you already told me what I wanted-” I chuckled.

“Sorry! I couldn’t resist. Please, Carter. Do it! Say all of it, please!”

“Tiffany, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife so we can live together, love each other, and keep finding more happiness together for the rest of our lives?” I asked.

It was less than I wanted to say, but just seeing her eagerness made me want to rush.

I’d say everything else on our wedding day.

“Yes! Yes” She bounced in place, taking the ring from the box.

The diamond glistened under the tropical sun and in her eyes.

I looked up at her, gorgeous in her cow print bikini with my mark branded on her skin.

We belonged together. I owned her in more ways than made sense, in every way that mattered, and she’d chosen me, knowing everything.

We’d carved happiness in the most taboo and unexpected places, but I didn’t regret anything but denying us both even a second of this.

“I love you,” I said honestly. “More than I thought I could love anyone, in ways that hardly make sense. I can’t wait to find new reasons to love you, to make sense of it all and love you even more as your husband.”

“Carter, This is- Oh my god! I’m crying so much,” she said between sniffles.

I got up and hugged her, kissing her cheeks, salty from the sea and from her tears.

She gently held my face in her hands. “I want … I want the wedding to be in India. You’ve told me how much you loved it, how much being there meant to you. I want to see you fall in love with India again with me. So, if … If the memories won’t hurt…”

I smiled at her. “I would love to share everything I’ve ever loved with you – starting with India. And to love it all more because of you.”

We sealed the promise with a kiss. Two monsters, two lost creatures that, deserving or not, found warmth and love in each other. Her bikini grew wet and warm as milk sipped through it.

“Oh gosh, even my tits are crying,” Tiff teased. “I guess that makes this official.

We laughed as we held each other. She was my sweet cow. I was her owner. But we both belonged to each other.

Forever.