Hard Fought (A Stepbrother Warriors Novel)(26)

"Oh, Carter," I groan, as my eyes roll back in my head. I didn't think sex with this man could get any better, but I had no idea what he could do with his tongue. As he works my clit over, I feel him slip one long finger inside me and circle it around, coming back over and over again across my g-spot. My fingers search the rattan side of the couch for a grip as I feel an orgasm begin to build inside me. My legs shake and my breathing is ragged, but he keeps going. His tongue circles faster and faster and my back arches and I come with a barely muffled cry.

I hear him stand up and open my eyes in confusion as I feel him lifting me. "Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying to get my bearings.

"To bed, of course."





Chapter Seventeen



He stands me up next to the bed, then reaches forward and takes my dress in his hands. It's bunched around my waist, and he carefully works it down over my hips until it falls to the floor. I watch as he takes his own clothes off, the effect of my high now really hitting me since I'm not so worried about him.

Naked, he walks to my nightstand and takes out a condom. When he returns to stand in front of me, I bring my hands up to his chest and then up to his clavicle, then across his shoulders and down his arms. His body feels like strength itself to me.

"Lie down," he tells me quietly. I let myself fall backward onto the bed, and then scooch back until my feet aren't hanging off the end. He brings the condom to his mouth and rips it open, then unrolls it on his long, thick cock. I'm not sure how long it takes him...time seems funny and it could be ten seconds or an hour.

He leans forward, and with his weight on his elbows on either side of me, he crawls up the bed, then gently lowers himself on top of me. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs as he softly kisses me. I can taste myself on my lips and open my mouth wider, curious about my own taste on his tongue. His cock presses against me and I adjust the angle of my hips slightly to accommodate him.

He thrusts slowly inside me, his tip spreading me open until he is fully sheathed inside me. He rocks his hips slightly back and forth, and then pulls out again. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation, but I feel his hand on my chin. When I open my eyes, I see him staring down at me with his hand gently holding my face in place. I can feel his cock sliding back inside me as his eyes lock with mine. He's studying me, absorbing my every micro-expression as I take him in. He lowers his head an inch, brushing my lips with a kiss, and then pulls back out again.

He moves painstakingly slowly, never allowing me to look away, until a throbbing ache of desire has built up in my groin. I need him to move faster so that I can find release.

"Please," I gasp, pressing my hips up against him so that he gets the idea. He nods, and with another soft kiss, he begins to thrust forward faster. The sudden movement almost pushes me over the edge, but I hold back. I arch my back and dig my hands into his ass. I want to feel him deep, deep inside me. One more thrust, and my pleasure crests. My body shakes with spasms until I have nothing left.

He collapses on top of me and I feel his breath against my neck. He raises himself on his elbows again, and with one finger, pushes a sweaty strand of hair off of my forehead. Slowly, he pulls out and stands back up. I watch him walk to the bathroom, admiring the high curve of his ass. I move up to my pillow, and pull the sheets over myself. He reemerges from the bathroom and I wonder for a second if he's going to leave, but he walks back over to my bed and slips under the sheets from the other side.

He lays back on the pillow and reaches one arm out, pulling me against his shoulder. I tense for a moment, and then relax against him, letting my hand fall against his chest. His breathing slows down, and I trace the tattoo on his chest with my finger.

"Carter?" I whisper.

"Mm?"

"What did you mean on the plane when you said that it had been a while since you met someone like me? What is someone like me?"

"Someone so full of life," he explains without pause.

"Oh." I lapse into silence, mulling over this explanation. "Carter?"

But he's already asleep.



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I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face. I'm not even sure why...ah yes, Carter. The night started out shaky, but boy did it end well. I turn onto my side and reach out my arm for him. He's gone.

I sit straight up in bed, listening. Is it possible that he's just in the bathroom? Nope. All silent in here. I spot a little slip of paper on his pillow.

Sorry, he scrawled on it.

That fucker.

A deep rage begins to surface inside me, but just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone. My mind feels clear for a moment.

I told myself that I was going to give up men for a while, and then I went straight into another one's arms. It's not like it's a new pattern. I chose him. The only person I can blame for making another shitty choice is myself.