I hear Charlie crying as I clasp my bracelet onto my wrist. We were supposed to leave five minutes ago for our dinner date, but it seems that Charlie really doesn’t want us to go.

I walk out of my bedroom and head down the hallway toward Charlie’s room. I guess our dinner date will have to wait a little longer. I make it almost to his room when Carter grabs my hand and pulls me into the hallway closet as he shuts the door behind us. He puts his hand over my mouth and makes a shh sound.

I raise an eyebrow at him and wait for him to remove his hand from my lips.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“We aren’t here remember. We are on our date. We haven’t had a date since Charlie was born six months ago and we aren’t going to get trapped here again. What is the benefit of living with your entire family if you don’t take advantage of the free babysitting?”

“But Charlie—”

“Is fine.”

I listen and I hear Amber and Sailor comforting Charlie down the hallway.

“See?”

I nod.

“You look sexy, by the way,” Carter says, looking me up and down in a skin-tight red dress.

I bite my lip. “I thought you would like it.”

“I’d like to see you out of it more.”

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss. My arms fall around his neck as I breathe in his cologne. He smells good, almost as good as he tastes.

He pushes me hard against the closet wall and I let out a squeal.

His hand covers my mouth again. “You have to be quiet Victoria. I’m going to fuck you and you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.”

“We can’t,” I whisper. “They are all just down the hallway.”

“Then you better be very, very quiet.”

He slides his hands up my thighs pushing my dress up until he reaches his goal. He hooks one finger under my panties and pulls them down, hard. He kisses me to keep me quiet as his fingers move to the slit between my legs.

“Carter,” I moan.

“Shh,” he says as he unzips his pants and pushes his cock against my stomach.

“Wait,” I say.

He stops. “What? I’ll make sure we don’t miss our reservations, but I need you baby. Now.”

I bite my lip. “I know.”

“Then why are we waiting?”

He kisses my neck and I forget what I wanted to tell him.

I moan and he grins.

“God, I can’t get enough of that sound.”

He pushes his cock inside me hard and fast, while I wrap my legs around his waist and ride him hard. Sex with Carter is never normal. We rarely fuck in a bed and he always likes to keep things interesting. I sometimes pick a fight with him, just so we can have savage, rough sex that only he can give me. But right now, it’s not about that. Because after seeing how Carter is with Charlie, I couldn’t hate him.

“You want to come, don’t you baby?”

I nod.

“Good, don’t scream. Or I’m going to take you to our bedroom and really have my way with you and we will never make it to dinner.”

I bite my lip as hard as I can as Carter fucks me into my orgasm. I try to keep my mouth quiet, but my whole body is screaming. My body tightens around his and my hands claw at his neck.

My orgasm finally stops and Carter grabs my left hand that is clawing at his neck far too hard.

“Jesus, Victoria. You don’t understand how to be gentle, do you?”

I bite my lip. “Sorry.”

He grins and then looks more closely at my left hand. His eyes widen when he finally realizes what I wanted to tell him.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” he asks, staring at my engagement ring that I finally put on my left hand.

I nod. “I want to marry you and have more babies with you and live happily ever after with you Carter.”

He kisses me hard on the lips and I couldn’t be happier. I never thought that I could be this happy. None of us did. Our lives started out so crappy. But somehow, we came back together and became a family, all under one roof taking care of each other.

“I’ll marry you under one condition,” he says.

I smirk. “Oh? I don’t think you are in any position to be making demands.”

“I think that’s exactly where I am.” He kisses me again and he knows I would give him anything.

“I’ll marry you if you promise to never stop hating me as much as you love me. I’m not sure I could ever give up our rough, love to hate you sex sessions.”

I grin. “I think I can give you that,” I say, half lying. There is no way I can hate Carter, but pretending that I hate him is easy. I’ve had years of practice hating him. I’ll spend eternity loving and hating him.