Rolling my eyes, I push off the bed and walk past him on my way to the bathroom, but I make sure I don’t touch him.
“Go fuck yourself, Carter. No wait, I guess you already did that, didn’t you,” I snap before slamming the bathroom door and locking it.
I wait a beat and expect to hear him yell but there’s nothing. Not even a “watch your mouth, Cherry.” I swallow the lump that I feel in my throat and sit down on the toilet lid.
A moment later I hear him through the door. “I’m going downstairs to make you breakfast, baby. Hurry so it doesn’t get cold.” There’s a pause, and I begin to think he’s gone. “Don’t make me take the door off the hinges.” I knew I wasn’t getting away that easily.
I sigh and can’t help myself from childishly mimicking his words. Please take the door off the hinges, I think to myself. Then you can’t hide in here and jerk off every morning.#p#分页标题#e#
I know when I woke up in the hospital a few weeks ago the doctor said to take it easy for a few days. Those few days were up ten day ago…not that I’m counting or anything. The baby was fine, and I was fine, but I’ll never forget the look on Carter’s face when I came to. Just thinking about it made my heart hurt. I know he’s scared. Hell, I’m still scared. But I’m not sure Carter has really experienced true fear before, and I see it all over his face. I know he’s seen me hurt before but to have a family back in his grasp and to have it slip through his fingers? I’m sure that prospect has to mess with his head. Carter loves control, and he lost it for eight years. He is so afraid it will be ripped from him again.
I close my eyes, tilt my head back to rest it on the cool, tiled wall and get myself under control. Acting like a spoiled brat isn’t going to help anything right now. Carter is hurting which in turn is making me hurt, and I don’t think he gets that. He thinks that by just tending to my needs and keeping me in this little bubble he’s protecting me and the baby. I’m starting to worry he’s trying to protect us from himself. Carter might not trust himself fully but I do. I never feel safer than when I’m with him.
Maybe it’s time to really test his control. The guy won’t even let me try to take care of his needs. I dropped to my knees in his office yesterday and all but fought with his pants before he ran from the room. He acted like he was on fire and blurted something about needing to talk to Saint. It’s almost funny to think about my giant Carter running from little me. I might be the only thing he’s ever run from in his life.
Standing up, I look in the mirror and notice I still have that ‘just ravished’ look going. I put on some mascara and lip gloss and give my hair a little tease before making my way to the closet. I know Carter packed a few sexy things Jeanette had gotten me for my birthday last year. I locate some dark-green lingerie and slide the thong on. After hooking the front-clasping bra, I start to look for the perfect pair of heels. Carter likes to complain about them, but I know he secretly loves me in them.
Finding my cream suede ones, I put them on and give myself a once over in the mirror. Carter makes me feel sexy, but the last few days bruised my ego. I can’t help but think it’s because I’ve gotten a little fuller. I know it’s ridiculous because he always says how big a turn-on it is that I’m carrying his baby, but these hormones aren’t helping at all. I adjust my boobs and try to make them fit into the bra, but it doesn’t really help much. I’m still clearly about to tumble out. I move the front of my underwear to right below my baby bump. It’s not big but it’s pretty noticeable now, even more so when I don’t have on clothes.
Grabbing my robe, I head for the door to go find Carter. Fuck it, I think, dropping the robe back on the floor. I know it will piss him off if I walk around like this. Maybe he needs a little anger. It usually leads to a good fucking, which is what I want right now.
I tiptoe down the hall and stop to put my ear to Saint’s door to see if he and Jeanette are in there.
“Come on, Mama, either untie me or wrap my cock in that pussy.”
I jump back from the door. I think it’s safe to say that Carter and I will be alone for a little while. Going downstairs I can already hear Carter in the kitchen. I slip in and see that he has his back to me while cooking at the stove. The smell of bacon makes my stomach growl, but I’m hungrier for something else right now.
I wrap my arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the middle of his back, hating that he put a shirt on. At my kiss, I feel him tense up.