"How you been, baby sister?" Parker, my younger brother, answers my phone call with what sounds like annoyance.
"I'm older than you." I stretch out on my bed in my room. My room that's now upstairs in this kick ass area that I took over a couple days ago.
The minute I told Affton I wanted to move up here she started the transition. I think she realized I was itching to get a place that's more of my own and less like living under Mom and Dad's roof. I think we're okay. She's either warming to the fact that I've fallen for the only person she warned me against or she's accepted that she doesn't run my life, but either way I don't feel like I've disappointed her anymore.
Doesn't mean I want to talk to her about it, though.
My fingers trace the outline of Grant's name, permanently marked on my arm and I shake my head when my brother starts in on me.
"So you move to the middle of nowhere and forget about your family?" He knows exactly how to tug at my heartstrings. I didn't leave to ignore them. I left to find myself.
And find myself I did. In the form of enjoying being a sub to a very dominant man and loving country life way more than I thought I would.
"I'm sorry. It's been so busy." I sigh. "What's new with you?"
He starts in detail, telling me all about the job he got and how he wants to model too so he's been at the gym seven days a week. He's like that. Sets his mind to something and accomplishes it with a little hard work and a lot of pretty boy good looks. He's a jerk, but he's my brother and I'd kill for him if I had to.
"So what about you? Any cowboys sweep you away yet? Or you sticking to the city boys?" He laughs when I groan, a noise he knows means more than it sounds. "Uh oh. Spill, Carter Dawn."
I roll my eyes because other than my brother, the only person in the world to ever call me by my full name is the reason for this phone call in the first place.
"I met a guy."
A boisterous laugh comes through the phone. "I knew it!" he barks.
"Stop. He's...emotionally unavailable. We're just fuck buddies, I guess. But..." I bite my lip then continue to tell him all about Grant. The good parts. The weird parts. I leave out the gory details because most of them would make my brother get in the car and make the long ass drive here just to kick his ass.
"But you still fell for him?" His tone is almost sad. Like he pities me.
"Hard, Parker. So hard it's kind of insane."
"God, Carter, didn't we warn you about this? Those cowboys may look good but they're worse than the rich assholes that Cali breeds! You want me to kick his ass?"
"No." I laugh. "Honestly I know he feels something for me. It's there in the things he's said and the way he looks at me. I just...I don't think he even knows what those feelings are. He's had a rough go at life."
"So what do you want me to do? Because from the sound of it you know you shouldn't be this addicted to the man but you are. So it must be real?"
"Yeah," I mutter, picking at the corner of my pillow. "It's real, alright. Real fucking scary."
"Maybe I should come visit. You know. Intimidate him and all. Maybe it'll make him be nice to you."
Now's my turn to bark out a laugh. "Highly doubtful. He's almost ten years older than you and could probably snap you in half." I sigh. "I just...I don't know what to do."
The line falls silent and I squeeze my eyes closed.
I realize I'm fucked. I do. But I also like a good challenge. Grant's definitely a challenge, but I know somewhere in there there's more feelings than he lets on.
"What's that saying Dad says Mom used to repeat over and over?"
"Don't let your mind drive when love is the destination. That's the journey for the heart," we both say in unison and I smile softly.
"Don't overthink it, sis. You're a catch. If he's a smart man he knows it too."
I roll my eyes. That's just the thing. I'm not sure how smart Grant is.
I spend the next couple days leaving him alone because now I'm afraid I'll scare him away. He's been acting weird lately so when I text him after about four days of not hearing from him I hope for an immediate reply.
CARTER: Plans tonight?
I keep my phone by me for my entire, luxurious, bath waiting on a reply but nothing happens. An hour later and still no reply, I throw on some tiny shorts and an old t-shirt and park myself in front of the TV in the main living room. I could use my floor and all my new awesome space, but this TV is kickass and for once Tommy's not whining that he's not able to watch his shows. Affton's been working nonstop lately on promoting this new line but Tommy took her out today for a day off and for the first time since I've been here I have the house to myself. It's almost lonely here. I'm into my third episode of Say Yes To The Dress when I hear the front door open and glance at my phone. I guess they called it an early day.
"Hey, guys! This girl just picked out the worst dress ever!" I pop another chip in my mouth and cringe when she puts the dress on and loves it. "Idiot."
"Not surprising. Women usually have bad taste," Grant says, walking into the room with something pink in his hand. "Is it worse than this dress I picked up for Bacon?"
My eyebrows shoot up and I freeze. "You got Tink a dress?" God, stop being so sweet and then so fucking...weird! "She's just going to get it muddy." I laugh, standing from the couch.
"I promised Annie Kenshaw I'd get her pictures of Bacon in a dress for a report she's doing in school. So." He holds it up and I try not to swoon too hard. At least not outwardly.
"Great," I chirp, then try to tamp down the excitement. "Hey, thanks for replying to my text, by the way."
"I was busy." He shrugs and tosses the dress on the couch before reaching for the chips. "This your evening? Ugly wedding dress show and a bowl of chips? You're an exciting girl, Carter Dawn."
"Don't make fun. At least I'm not out screwing the rest of the town," I mutter, wishing I hadn't just opened up this topic. It never ends well.
He pops a chip in his mouth and his gaze slowly leaves me to look at the TV again. "You could be though. I don't know why you wouldn't." He brushes his hands together before going into the kitchen.
I watch him go and wonder if he's been out screwing half the town. Or the whole town. But I don't have the right to ask that and I don't know if I even have the right to care. Grant's been nothing but open about what he expects from this since the beginning. I'm just the idiot that fell in love with a very unavailable...wolf.
"So what are your big plans tonight, then?" I ask, walking into the kitchen and halting when I see the beer bottle in his hand. My eyes narrow at it then they hit his gaze. I'm stuck. I want to say something, but I don't want to pry and be annoying either.
"I had plans tonight but she blew me off so I came over." He shrugs and takes a drink.
"To..." I feel like I could cry and I fucking hate it. I don't cry over men. God, my brother would hate me for this. "Drink? You're sad you're not getting any tonight so you're just going to revert back to your old ways?" I snap. "God, Grant! You haven't even gotten your planes back!" I need to cool the fuck off but the man is infuriating!
"It's a fucking beer, Carter Dawn. Calm the fuck down." He slams it to the counter, the bubbles climb up the neck. "And I plan on getting some tonight." He stalks toward me, his fingers thread into my hair and he pulls me against him. "That's why I'm here."
My body reacts to him the way it usually does, but my mind's screaming at me to stop and my heart's screaming at me to tell him the truth. A war he probably doesn't even notice.
"Your first whore for the night cancelled so you came here to the one you knew didn't have anything better going on?" I hate myself sometimes for letting him do this, but love makes you do absolutely crazy things.
He chuckles and scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip before looking at me again. I'm still being held against him and I can feel his chest rising and falling. "She's not a whore. You're my whore. And you'll never have anything better than me going on so I figured I'd stop in." He gives me a shitty grin.
He's right. And I hate it.
"I'm glad you did," I say, not sure what part of my body won out on that battle. "I was getting pretty lonely here." Fuck, I want to dislike this man. I wish I did, it'd make fucking him so much easier. Turning off my feelings for him isn't easy, especially when he talks to me like I'm the only girl he needs.
"Let's play a game." He lets me go and starts looking around. "You say yes and we'll get to the good part." He heads into the living room.
"I think you know how I feel about your little games." I bite my lip, following him and watching as he peruses the room. "All this stuff's Affton's though, Grant." I laugh, knowing exactly what he's doing and getting way too turned on.
"It's easier if you come to my place. A lot more I can stick inside you. But someone doesn't like to come to my place." He grabs the remote and turns off the TV before looking it over.
"Grant," I mutter, eyeballing the remote in his hand. "You're not seriously considering that, are you?" A remote! He's lost his shit! And...I think I have too because the pulse between my legs is so intense I feel like one good rub would have me coming. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Take off the fucking shorts and shut up." He won't look at me and he starts to wipe it off with his shirt.
I slowly obey. There's something about the tone he gets that turns me into this girl I've never known. A girl that likes to comply and obey and that doesn't want to push the limits. Even though that's not who I am in real life, something about Grant turns me into her and I can't say I hate it. I stand here, bare from the waist down, and a shiver runs through me because if Tommy and Affton were to come home right now they'd definitely have a sight in front of them.
"Can we go upstairs?" I whisper.
"No." He moves toward me. "Kneel on the couch and spread your legs."
Slowly I walk over to the couch, bringing my knees to kneel on it and grip the back. I take a deep breath and shift my legs apart for him, lowering over the back of the couch and sticking my ass out. This is twisted. It's probably wrong on some level. But it's the hottest thing I've done and I don't want it to stop so I'd probably do anything this man says just to keep it going.
"You're such a good whore," he says, one of his knees next to mine as he drags his nose from my jaw to my ear. "My good whore, aren't you?" he whispers.
"Yes, sir," I breathe, pushing back against him. Needing him.
"Good girl." His hand slides between my thighs and two fingers spread me open. With a grunt he bites my ear and lets his fingers explore for a few minutes. "Relax that pussy, Carter Dawn."
I sigh and rest my forehead on the back of the couch, moaning as his fingers spread over my wetness. When he pushes the remote against me I gasp. It's not a big one, so I'm not worried about the size, but it's still a fucking remote! The small kind that Tommy uses for his On Demand shows.
"Shit," I huff, trying to relax as much as possible as Grant slowly pushes it inside me. It feels...weird. More than weird. I don't like this, but I also don't want this to end.
He exhales a shaky breath against my neck. "You make me so fucking hard, baby." His nose rubs against me while his fingers probe my ass. He stands and I hear the zipper to his pants, when I look back he points at me. "Lean back over."
I rest my forearms on the back of the couch and put my forehead on my arms, moaning when his thumb swipes over my clit then spreads my juices up and over my ass, pushing lightly. I tense then moan because as scary as it is, it feels so fucking delicious.
"God," I manage as his finger strokes my ass softly.
Spreading my wetness over my ass again, he pushes a little. "You going to let me have this, dirty girl?"
"Yes," I hiss out, terrified but turned on. It feels too good having his fingers there and while I don't know if I should like it...I do. I really fucking do. "Please, Grant." My hands grip the back of the couch and I whimper when he pulls his fingers away from me.
His dick replaces his finger a minute later, only softly rubbing up and down. He spits then starts easing inside me. "Relax, baby." His hand strokes down my back a few times while he slowly works his dick inside my ass.
I relax as much as possible, pushing back slightly when it starts to become too much but his soft touch somehow takes the edge off.
"Fuck," I murmur, biting down on the couch cushion. "Fuck, Grant."
"You okay?" He exhales heavy, his hands grip my hips and he seems to be fighting the urge to thrust.
"Holy shit," I breathe out. "More than okay." I figured it'd be different. Maybe a little pain, but holy fuck. I didn't expect to like it like this. Like any tiny movement could set me off. "Fuck me, Grant." I push back against him until I hit his hips and he lets out a groan, his fingers tightening on my hips.
"Fuck." His hand slides up my back until his fingers are wrapped in my hair and he pulls my head back. "You are such a good whore, baby," he groans, finally moving his hips to thrust, but going slowly.
"Oh god," I moan from deep within. I've never felt this before. It's never felt this...drastic before. Mixing pain and pleasure like this. Why the fuck haven't I been doing this all along? My orgasm is already building and with everything going on right now I'm teetering on that ledge again in no time. "Harder," I pant.
"Rub your clit." He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from the back of the couch. "Touch yourself but don't fucking come." He grunts, moving faster, harder.
My fingers find my clit and I gasp, tracing around it. How the fuck am I supposed to add one more sensation to an already overwhelming amount and not come? As it stands, every time his hips pull back and he pushes into me again I'm mere seconds away from coming undone. Now, as my fingers start to press small circles around my clit, almost teasing myself for the one thing I really want, my vision starts to speckle and my legs start to tremble.
"Grant," I moan, my hand moving faster now, keeping up speed with his thrusts. "Fuck!" I squeak, feeling my orgasm coming on too strong.
This is pure torture.
"You're going to come, aren't you?" He pants, pushing deeper now.
"No." I shake my head and breathe deep. "Not until you tell me to." I curse again and let out a growl. "Fuck, it feels too good."
He chuckles and grabs my wrist, stopping my hand from rubbing. "Not yet." Moving my hand out of the way, he slides his hand over my pussy, spreading me open and his finger takes over, rubbing up and down. "Fuck, baby. You're my good whore." His thrusts become jerky. "You're fucking soaked," he breathes like he can't believe it then his fingers stop and he lets out a grunt as his hand grabs a handful of my ass. "Fuck." Exhaling heavily, he pulls out of my ass.
My mind's in a fuzz and my heart's hammering but it only takes me a second to recognize the sound of the front door slamming closed. I flip around on the couch, wide eyes, freshly fucked and still incredibly turned on because I didn't get my fucking O again, and all Grant can do is smirk at me all smug like!
"Get my shorts!" I hiss, panicked and flailing off the couch to try to pull up my bottoms before Tommy and Affton walk into the room.
"Hey!" Affton's chipper as ever. "There you are. I was trying to call you," she says to Grant. "I felt bad blowing you off so I made Tommy bring me home early. I'm surprisingly glad you're here." Her eyes hit me and her brows furrow a little. So she's who he had plans with... "What're you guys doing? Why do you look like you were just running for your life?" She points at me.
"He's a wolf," I mutter, trying to catch my breath without being too obvious about it. "Is anyone hot? It's hot in here. I need a drink." I start to walk to the kitchen and immediately remember that walking in this condition isn't the easiest.
"I was getting ready to watch some ugly dress show with Carter," Grant says loud enough for me to hear. "Can't find the remote though."
"I left it on the arm earlier," Affton says, her voice coming closer to the kitchen. "Hey, you okay?" she asks me. "You look like you're not feeling good."
"I'm good," I blurt, grabbing a glass with trembling hands because unlike the watch situation, this is a very popular item in the house that's currently sitting pretty in my very soaked pussy. I highly doubt this thing's going to work after this. "Shit," I mutter, filling the glass with water and chugging it down. It does nothing for the need coursing through my body, nor does it calm me down.
Get it the fuck together, Carter.
"Hey, babe, where's the remote? I refuse to watch this show." Tommy walks into the kitchen and smiles at me.
"Was on the couch," Affton says and Tommy walks away.
"Carter Dawn." Grant's head peaks around the door wall. "You seen the remote? We don't want to watch the dress show." That grin is on his face.
"Nope." I chuckle. "Maybe you guys should look for it." I wince when the words come out because Grant bursts out laughing. "Couch...check the couch, Grant." Fuck, this game isn't fun anymore.
"She said check the couch," Grant says to Tommy when walking back into the living room.
"Are you sick?" Affton asks me with worry. "Did we interrupt something with you two?" she whispers.
I shove my hair behind my ear, wondering what the hell it looks like after I tried flattening it down, and give my head a slight shake. "I'm good. All's good. Come on, let's help find that remote." I puff out a breath and walk past her, straight into ground zero.
Grant's lounging in the chair with his feet kicked up on the table until Affton shoves them off. With his hands clasped behind his head, he looks at me and winks.
Tommy grumbles about not being able to find the remote and Grant's dumb ass replies, "Bet if it were in your ass you'd know."
I choke on my spit and start coughing, then panic because the coughing isn't helping keep this thing in right now and these shorts won't hold shit if it happens to slip out. There's too much going on down there right now and I can't even move without praying something doesn't happen. Panicked, I glance at Grant and all he can do is smirk at me.
"It's a smart TV," I say, very carefully sitting down on the couch. "Why don't you just get the app—" When I shift back to get comfortable the channel changes and I freeze.
"Hey! Is it in the couch, did we miss it?" Tommy bolts back toward the couch.
My eyes fly to Grant and he's laughing so hard no noise is coming out but he's got tears in his eyes as he doubles over, still sitting in that chair.
"Carter, hop up. I swear I looked but I'll look again. Maybe it's shoved in there somewhere tight."
"Oh my god," I murmur, standing slowly and glaring at Grant who's now laughing so hard he's almost on the floor. I watch in horror as Tommy checks every cushion and nook and cranny of the couch but comes up with nothing.
"It's not here." He looks so confused. "Then how the fuck did the channel change?" He's scratching his head and looking around the room.
I shrug. "No clue." I take my seat on another chair and when the same damn thing happens Tommy about loses his shit.
"Up!" he blurts, bolting for the chair. "What the fuck is going on?" He's shoving his hands down the sides of the chair, bitching, and when he comes up empty handed he looks at me. "Pockets. Is it in your pocket?"
"No!" I shriek. "I promise!" Panicked, I look at Grant.
"Bet if it were up her ass she'd know." He's back to laughing his ass off again and Affton chuckles in confusion as she looks around.
"I need to use the bathroom." I'm over this game. Not only am I about to be found out, the rays from this remote keep zapping through me and I don't want to get cancer!
Storming to the bathroom, it takes the slightest push and tug to get this fucker out and when I do I don't know what the fuck to do with it! How the hell does this still work? I yank out the batteries and toss them in the trash can, then wrap it in a hand towel and sneak upstairs, tossing it in my trash can and covering it up with a wad of toilet paper. I don't give a fuck if I just lost Grant Matthews' game.
I make it back downstairs after taking a moment to compose myself and the three of them are sitting on the couch like nothing ever happened.
"You get the app on your phone?" I sit on the couch, tucking my legs underneath me and trying to play it cool.
"Yeah," Tommy bitches, "It's not the same. But it works until we can find the remote." He clicks through the channels and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I open them, Grant's standing in front of me, holding a beer out.
I hesitate but take it and he smiles, a real smile, the wolf's gone. With a wink he softly runs his hand over my hair before taking a seat in the chair again. "Carter, Affton was admiring your ass in those shorts."
"Grant!" Affton laughs, throwing candy at him. "I was," she admits to me.
I take a long drink of my beer, praying it calms me the fuck down but Grant left me so turned on and wound tight I'm sitting here thinking about fucking my best friend. Again. And I don't know how to feel about that.
"Pretty hot you're checking out other girls' asses, Bean," Tommy says, grinning from his chair. "How the hell did I get so lucky to snag someone that can appreciate a chick's ass as much as I can?"
Affton rolls her eyes. "It's my job." She pats his chest and walks to the kitchen. "Anyone else need a drink? Carter? Tequila?" she calls to us.
"Why the hell not?" I answer, locking eyes on Grant's. "Tequila makes us all make awesome choices," I say, laughing.
"I'm all for awesome choices." His eyes stay on me until Affton stands between us, blocking my view. "Here you go." She hands me a shot glass then another beer. After pouring my shot, she walks to Grant and he declines a shot.
"I had half a beer earlier. I'm good today. You girls take my shots until you think taking your clothes off is an awesome choice." He looks at me again and I throw down my shot, then follow with a gulp of beer.
"No pants are the best pants, right?" Tommy says, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows on his knees, watching the two of us. "Bean, you hate pants. You should probably take yours off." He grins and my eyes flash from him to Grant before landing on Affton.
Affton smirks and sits next to me. "They're pathetically desperate. The last time we had a foursome, Grant cried. I'm not really feeling his temper tantrum today."
"I didn't fucking cry. I had a great time. And I don't want a foursome. I just want to watch." He leans back and crosses his legs at his ankles, looking relaxed but like he could attack at any minute.
"You just want to watch?" I narrow my eyes at him then look over at Tommy. "And you? What's in this for you?"
"Two hot chicks fucking on my couch?" He chuckles, adjusts himself, and leans back mocking Grant's posture. "Everything's in it for me. I just like to see my girl get off. Bonus points if I get four tits instead of two."
I shift in my seat, so turned on it's almost unbelievable. Knowing how wet I am right now I glance at Affton.
"So whad'ya say?" I grin, finishing my beer and setting it on the coffee table. "Give these boys a show?" I'm not sure where this girl just came from but I like her a lot.
Affton pours herself another shot then offers me one. I glance at it then lock eyes with her, taking it and biting my lip. I drink the shot, the burn adding to the dizzying sensations coursing through me. I can do this.
"Here's to awesome choices," she says, leaning in to kiss me, her hand sliding up my shirt.
I shift so we're closer and my hands roam up her thighs, our tongues dancing an intoxicating mix of tequila and beer on her full lips. I'm not used to this, and I'm not sure if it's the reason I'm so turned on right now. Or if it's both men watching. But I find my nerve and grip the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head before my hands move to unhook her bra, dropping it to the floor. She slowly pulls my shirt off, throwing it with her own before pushing at my shorts, her eyes locked on mine as she grins. I lift my hips and she tugs them down with my panties. Two fingers slide between my pussy lips and her eyes go wide as her mouth Os at how wet I am.
"Oh my god." She starts to giggle and her forehead pushes to mine, probably realizing she did walk in on me and Grant earlier.
With a quick kiss and giggle she slides to the floor and pushes my thighs open before looking back at Tommy. Her tongue slides over my clit and I gasp, instinctively pushing my hips up and closer to her. I watch her slide her fingers down my pussy then push into me and I let out a long moan. My fingers lace into her hair and her tongue teases me. My eyes lock on Grant's and I pivot my hips up again, each time I do she curls her fingers the slightest and her mouth goes around me, letting her tongue flick my clit.
"Shit." I fuck her face, every tiny lick, suck, and nibble bringing me closer to the edge but I don't want this to end that soon. The boys wanted a show, we'll give them a show. Gripping her hair, I pull her head back and bite my lip, grinning down at her before pulling her up for a kiss. "I taste good," I whisper, licking her lips.
She moans and chuckles, nodding. "Mmhmm. I'm so fucking wet," she whispers on my lips.
"Show me," falls from my lips and my hands go for the bottom of her skirt as she shifts back to the couch. I slide my hand between her legs and curse. "So wet," I whisper, trailing my fingers down her pussy. "So hot." I latch my mouth onto her nipple and slide two fingers inside her.
She gasps and her hips lift off the couch briefly as she whimpers. I glance back at Grant whose eyes haven't left us this whole time and smirk.
"Ready to give them what they came here for?" I whisper to Affton, giggling.
"So ready." Her gaze goes from Grant and locks on Tommy.
I slide my fingers over her clit and she moans, her eyes not leaving Tommy's. I slide up her and push her legs open before rubbing my pussy against hers. She shifts to angle so she can rock her hips while I pivot mine and our clits slide against each other. I look at Grant and he's sliding his hand over the hard length in his jeans, his eyes locked intently on us. Knowing how turned on he is right now just by what we're doing is what keeps me going. It feels amazing, of fucking course, but seeing the look in his eyes as he watches us is hot as fuck. I keep up the rhythm and it's not hard to blur everything else in the room out and focus on what this is doing to Grant. When I glance at Affton, her gaze is on Tommy. I never saw this ever happening again but there's one thing we both like, pleasing the guys. It's a bonus we get to get off at the same time. My eyes are on Grant again and he slowly undoes his buckle, and I whimper, slapping my hand over my mouth as my orgasm starts to build. When Grant starts to slowly stroke his dick, my eyes shoot to Tommy and he's doing the same.
"Oh fuck." I move my hips just a little faster and Affton's noises tell me she's as close as I am.
"You going to come, bad girl?" Grant's deep voice quietly travels.
"Yes," I whimper, locking eyes on him as I feel my orgasm start to tingle straight through my core. "Fuck," I huff.
Affton's moans start to come louder, curse words flowing from her as her eyes squeeze shut and I know she's as close as me.
"Holy fuck, fuck," I pant, my legs trembling as my orgasm splinters through me. I force my gaze back to Grant and my whole body shudders as I ride out my orgasm and Affton follows right behind me.
Grant moves quickly, pulling me off Affton and over to the chair he was in, placing me on my knees. "Open," he demands. My mouth falls open and my tongue darts out, begging for a taste of his dick he's teasing me with. He grabs my face and slides his mouth to my ear. "You're my good little whore." His lips press to my ear and he holds them there a minute, breathing me in.
After a minute he tilts my head back and spits in my mouth before shoving his dick to my throat. His fingers grip my hair and he holds me steady for several seconds before forcing my head back. I let my tongue dart around the barbells at the base of his dick and moan when he pops out of my mouth all the way.
"Tommy." Grant says and I turn back to see Affton riding Tommy in the other chair. "Swap?"
Swap? Swap!
"You sure about that?" I whisper to Grant, panicked because the last time I had Tommy's dick inside me, Grant fucking flipped his lid.
I...I don't think I want that. I don't think I want to see him fucking anyone else. Even if it is Affton! My eyes flash to hers and she's masked whatever look I thought I saw on her face at first. I refuse to be the clingy one, though. I can be what Grant thinks he needs.
I watch Tommy look at Affton with a look I crave from Grant but I'm starting to think I'll never get it.
"Bean?" he whispers, casing her face in his hands. "You want that?"
She stares at me a minute. "I'm okay with it if Carter is." She looks at Grant and he quickly pulls me to my feet.
Turning my head, holding my chin, he kisses me. "Go fuck Tommy, good girl."
God, sometimes I wish I could hate this man.
I nod. "Yes, sir," falls from my lips and I turn and walk over to Tommy smirking.
Whatever game Grant thinks he's playing, I'll make him regret it.
"You okay with that?" Affton asks, a sweet smile on her lips.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I look down at Tommy. "It's kind of an upgrade." I bite my lip and laugh. "Hey."
"Hey." He laughs, stroking himself as he watches Affton then turns his gaze to me as I straddle his lap and sink onto him.
Tommy fucks hard. Not as hard as Grant and not near as rough, but when we came I'm sure you could hear our screams outside the walls of the house. No wonder I could always hear him and Affton at night. Before I can catch my breath I hear Affton's moans, cutting through my own haze, and as jealousy rips through me I have to clench my fists that were twisted in Tommy's hair. He flinches, shoving my grip of his hair off, then a worried look crosses his face before he watches his wife come undone by Grant.
How the fuck does he do this without jealousy? Because right now I can't tell if I want to cry because of it or scream at Grant for obviously not being enough for him. Fuck!
Affton and Grant start murmuring to each other and his thrusts eventually stop.
"You sure?" she asks quietly and he shakes his head no before kissing her cheek and slapping her ass lightly so she gets up. She stands on wobbly legs a minute before chuckling and walking toward us. "Time to shower." She grabs Tommy's hand. "Night, you two." She kisses my cheek and pulls Tommy behind her.
My heart's hammering in my chest and I can't even look at Grant right now. I find my clothes, yanking them on then fixing my hair before I even chance a glance at him.
"I'm going to head to bed," I murmur, hating myself for falling for a man I never should have fallen for.
"Yeah. I'm leaving." He walks toward me grabbing my hand and starts dragging me toward the front door. When I step out, he spins to face me. "Fuck!" he barks, his fist hits the house.
"What the hell is your deal tonight?" I shove him back a step and cross my arms in front of me.
"You came harder for him than you do for me." He can't even look at me as he paces the front porch.
"No I didn't," I blurt, hating that guilty feeling that seeps in so easily. I knew that back there wasn't a good fucking idea! "Hey, stop." I grip his elbow and try to force him to look at me.
"I couldn't even fucking come." He pushes against me, pinning me to the house, his chest heaving like he's been running. "You get under my fucking skin. The fucking noises, your screams. Fuck." He exhales a shaky breath and guides my hand to the erection in his jeans.
"You didn't like the sight of me coming?" I stroke his hard length and he lets out a low growl. "No?" My fingers undo his buckle, push his zipper down, then slide into his jeans. "But you seemed pretty turned on when my pussy was sliding against Affton's." I nip at his neck and grip him, stroking slow. "It's just another dick inside me you don't like, then?"
"Fuck," he growls, slamming his mouth to mine, kissing me like he wants to steal my breath. His hips thrust hard and my grip around him tightens. "You're my fucking whore," he grunts, his hips start to slow. "Fuck." His mouth presses against mine. "My good girl," he moans before his hips stop completely.
I let out a giggle, come dripping down my shirt and his, then swipe at it and bring my finger to my lips, tasting him. "You mean your dirty girl?" I pop my finger out of my mouth and grin at him.
He holds my face and stares into my eyes. There's something going on in his head and the look on his face is almost sad.
"Hey, Grant," I whisper, my heart rate picking up because even after everything tonight I know what I have to do.
His tongue traces my bottom lip before a soft kiss. "I should go home." Moving quickly, he tucks himself away.
"What are we?" I blurt. Just saying those words out loud feel wrong. Like I'm pushing him. And from the look on his face, I'm pushing him in the wrong direction. "I mean..." I shake my head, still being held between his hands. "What's our future?"
"I'm a wolf and you're a stupid little lamb." He presses a hard kiss to my lips. "Go plan fairytales with someone else, Carter," he says as he heads down the steps and I feel my heart fracture.
"What?" I whisper, unable to follow him because while I should have seen that coming...I didn't honestly expect it.
He gets on his motorcycle and pulls his helmet on. Kicking his foot it starts up but he stops to stare at me a minute. "Go inside, good girl. There are wolves out here."
He speeds away into the dark night and I can't catch my breath. Like the ground underneath me is crumbling. There's no air and the further he gets the more it hurts.
But I refuse to cry.
I storm into the house, slamming the door behind me and pass Tommy's wide eyed gaze on the way upstairs. Locking my door behind me, I head straight for the shower to wash all trace of tonight off me. I refuse to cry over that jerk. The jerk I went and fell in love with.
Falling to my bed, I grab my phone to type out a text to him when I see a text from Eric from a couple hours ago.
ERIC: I'll be in your general area later this month. Want to meet for drinks?
My stomach plummets. I...I didn't want this. But I don't ever see Grant coming around and I can't wait around praying he changes his mind. My heart can't take that.
CARTER: Sure! You're more than welcome to stay here, we've got plenty of room ; )
I hit send with trembling fingers then lay back in bed, trying to fight the demons in my mind before drifting off to sleep.