Chapter 15

Carter

My chest is on fire as I claim June’s lips again. She’s trembling, shaking like a leaf. But her skin is hot, and I can taste her sweat.

The fucking taste of her—salt and sin, strawberries and wine—make me burn with desire for more.

“Give me your hands,” I tell her instead.

Even with just that one little command, I can feel her cunt clenching tighter around my cock. For a virgin, she’s a greedy little thing.

It only strengthens my belief that this is the right choice.

June offers her hands to me, and I kiss both of her palms.

There’s sweat on them, too—sweat and the scent of her.

My bride. The mother of my child.

A child that we, very possibly, just made here tonight.

I position her hands just over her cunt as, reluctantly, I withdraw from her. I move slowly now, careful not to hurt her.

When my cock is finally released from her tight heat, I press her fingers against her pussy to keep all my cum inside.

“Wouldn’t want any to leak out,” I tell her with a wolfish grin.

She smiles back, dazed from the orgasm. “It would be a terrible waste.”

For added assurance, I grab a thick stack of expense reports from my desk and shove them under her sweet little ass.

“Stay like that for a few minutes.”

“Should I put my legs up, too?” She laughs. It’s a sweet sound—sweeter, perhaps, because we’ve just had our fill of each other.

Well, maybe not. But I did get a little rough—I couldn’t fucking help myself—and she was a virgin, so I’ll give her a break.

Waiting’s going to be a fucking challenge, though. Now that I’ve had a taste of that tight pussy, you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be going back for more.

“Can’t hurt, right? Plus, the view…” It dawns on me, and I break out into a mischievous smile, that if her legs are up, her ass is out. “Yeah, go ahead and put them up.” She does, and the view is so fucking sexy I can feel the stirrings of arousal.

Woah, boy, not yet.

“How long do you think it’ll take to get pregnant?” She turns her head to follow me as I collect my boxer briefs and pants from the floor.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m pretty fucking sure you’re getting pregnant today. It’s a done deal.”

“You sound awfully confident.”

“You would be, too, if you knew how my father is. He’s got bastard children everywhere. We’re cut from the same cloth, with cum that can get a woman pregnant simply by being near her. Might as well just start calling me sperminator.” I chuckle.

Of course, there’s another reason I’m so sure. But I’m not ready to have that conversation yet.

It might’ve happened several years ago, but it’s still fucking raw.

After I’ve zipped up my pants, I walk over to kiss her again; first on the lips, then on the forehead.

She’s beautiful, and it’s not just me basking in the afterglow. Now that we’ve fucked, she’s all mine.

Her hazel eyes search mine, really looking into me. I can almost feel them digging into the depths of my soul.

There’s an unasked question floating around those green and amber specks, but it won’t remain unasked for long.

“Just because your father has a bunch of kids doesn’t mean anything. We have studs and duds on the farm, some from the same bloodline.”

Her farm references only make her that much more endearing. “Well, honey, I’m what you call a fucking stud. Definitely not a dud.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

That stops me in my tracks. Fuck. I meant it as a casual passing statement, but I forget just how perceptive she can be.

She senses my hesitation. “Carter?”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to share the story with her. With her, and only her.

I brush my hair back as I slump into the executive chair. I don’t want to lie to her, so I make the decision that it was time to come clean.

“Truth is, I am. Speaking from experience. It’s not pleasant, though. Not by a long shot.”

She says nothing, but her eyes—laced with a mixture of concern and curiosity—beckon me to continue.

“It was many years ago. The first time I ever had sex, actually.“ A rueful chuckle escapes me. “Figures, right? I was so happy to get my dick wet, and instead, I got the shittiest fucking deal of my life. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. Before she told me about the baby, she aborted the pregnancy.”

A twinge of pain in my chest makes me inhale sharply. I don’t think this will ever get easier to talk about.

“She’s also an addict. She was constantly snorting cocaine, and being pregnant didn’t change that. Quite the opposite, really. She started using more often, and every time I saw her, she was in a drug-fueled haze. Then she ran off with an older man, acting like nothing ever fucking happened.

“Like that life inside of her was fucking meaningless. I mean she didn’t even tell me about it, for fuck’s sake. It was my baby, too, I had the right to know about it. Selfish fucking bitch.”

June still isn’t saying anything, but I can see the hint of tears in her eyes. They’re now shining with compassion, as if she’s internalizing my pain.

I definitely made the right choice with her. Holy shit.

“Honestly, you’re the first woman I’ve fucked since then.”

She cocks an eyebrow, disbelief written all over her face.

“It’s the truth. I didn’t want to go through all that again. The pain, the anger, the self-loathing that came with not being able to do anything about it. I wanted the baby, and it’s not something that I can easily let go of.”

“Wow.”

“…yeah. It gets worse though, if you can believe that. When she came back around, she hopped into bed with Lawrence. As if it was nothing—just another frolic in the fucking hay.”

June takes my hand into hers. “Well, I can’t fix the past, but I’m really sorry about what happened to you, and what you had to go through. All I can do is promise that this time will be different.”

“Yeah, I know. It will be,” I rub my thumb over the back of her hand.

It will be, because it’s you. I leave that thought unvoiced for now.

As I get up to get a glass of water for June, the landline rings.

Unthinkingly, I answer without seeing who it is.

“Hello?”

“Carter!” Well if it isn’t my dear ol’ dad. “Glad I caught ya. Listen, I got the kids here having dinner tonight. Why don’t you join us?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, we’ll come.” I hang up the phone and turn to June. “Well, whaddya say? You ready to meet the in-laws?”

Taking a sip of water, June nods.

“I don’t mind. But what am I going to wear?” I glance at her, and debate telling her to just go in her birthday suit, though I doubt she’d appreciate that. But Lawrence always has clothes scattered across his office anyway, so I’m sure I can find something for her in there.

“You can leave that to me.”