June
Carter spreads my hair out beneath me, stroking and smiling down at me as our naked bodies lie intertwined.
“How about David?” he asks.
I scrunch my face up, trying to imagine it. David. David…
My hands run down my ribcage to my belly, stroking the flatness of my stomach. I’m already getting used to the idea of growing into my new baby momma figure. There’s a little life inside me, and I can’t wait to feel it get bigger.
But I don’t know that it’s called David.
“Can I tell you something crazy?” I ask, sucking my lower lip between my teeth.
I look up at him, watching the way he watches me. Like I’m his favorite television show, and my face is the first episode of a brand new season.
I kind of love it.
“You can tell me anything, June.” Carter dips his lips to my hair and lays a kiss on the chestnut waves. “I like listening to your voice.”
“I think…it’s a girl,” I confess.
I hold my breath in anticipation of what his response will be to that.
He leaves me hanging at first.
There’s a gleam in his eye that spreads to his lips as he curls them into a fantastically adorable grin.
He’s curious and contemplative of my testament. “You really think so?” His voice is high and squeaky with anticipation.
Glancing back down at my flat belly that will soon swell with life inside of it, I giggle.
“Yeah…I do think so.”
Carter sighs with luxurious contentment and places a warm hand on my stomach. He stretches out his fingers and fondly traces a caressing index finger around my belly button.
“If that’s true, then she’ll be gorgeous—just like her mother.”
I blush and giggle, staring up at him. I pause to hike my hand up behind my head, propping myself up a few inches.
“I’m just saying…” I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips, where I kiss each of his knuckles. “We need to think of both boy and girl names.”
Carter laughs, a sound that tinkles through the room and tickles my soul. He stretches and crosses his ankles. “Of course, my queen. We can think of little princess names, too.”
How the hell does he always know exactly what to say to make my heart do somersaults with desire inside my chest?
“I think Madelyn is pretty,” I offer.
I gaze dreamily out the window, imagining myself holding a brand new bundle of joy, all wrapped up in warm blankets. I can’t wait to inhale a deep sniff of delicious baby head scent.
“Madelyn.” Carter smiles as he lets the potential name melt on his tongue. “It sounds like a pretty girl’s name.”
“I know.” I grin with satisfaction and adjust my hips.
“How about Carter Jr. for a boy?” He grins wildly down at me, and I giggle.
“You’re kidding, right?”
He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“We can think of something more creative. I want our son or daughter to be a unique individual.”
Carter takes my hand and plants a delicate kiss on its surface. “And they shall be, with us as their parents.”
I roll my eyes and toss a pillow at him playfully. “You’re overly confidant, you know that, right?”
He gestures to his face and body, elements that deliver a dream package to any girl. “When you look this good, you can get away with it.”
I laugh and roll over to lie on top of him and feel his cock hardening once again under my naked pussy.
There’s a moment where we gaze into each other’s eyes, full of sexual bliss and chemistry that makes the breath suspend in my lungs.
“You’re a handsome devil,” I whisper while keeping my eyes locked on his.
Just before I lean in to press my lips to his in a spark-igniting kiss, his phone starts ringing.
Begrudgingly, Carter groans and gently picks me up by my hips. He swivels me to a sitting position on the bed next to him.
He retrieves his phone from the bedside table and squints his eyes to inspect who the call is coming from.
“Shit, it’s Lawrence.”
I watch the features of Carter’s face shift and contort from one crazy emotion to the next as he draws the phone to his ear and cautiously expels the world ‘Hello?’ to his twin waiting on the other end of the line.
I hear Lawrence’s gruff voice spewing from the speaker, but the words are too muffled for me to understand.
Staring with curiosity and a racing heart, I wait and watch as Carter nods, says ‘uh-huh’, and ‘yeah’ a few times.
After he hangs up from his brother, I gulp and take a deep breath, sitting up straight. Planting a fake smile on my face, I inquire about the phone call.
“What was that about?” I don’t want to sound presumptuous, thinking that his conversation was even remotely my business, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask anyway.
Carter runs a hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck after heaving a dramatic sigh.
“Well…he, uh…” he trails off and gives me a sheepish smile. “He wants me to meet him at our favorite bar.”
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Right now?”
“It sounds urgent,” Carter’s eyes flash with something unrecognizable, almost panic.
“Okay.”
I lean back against the pillows and size him up, investigating his movements as he hastily jumps from the bed and walks over to his dresser to pull out a clean pair of boxer shorts.
Carter spins back around after climbing into his boxers and stares at me for a brief moment or two.
Then, he takes a few bountiful strides to stand next to me on the bed, where he plants his feet assertively on the floor.
His facial features are blend of contemplation and defiance. Finally, he hangs his head and sags his shoulders, a side of Carter that I’m not used to seeing.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
His voice is hushed and soft, almost as if he’s trying to get me to talk him out of it—but I won’t.
“No.” I sit up sharply and slide the crisp white sheets over my chest. “You need to go.”
Carter glances up at me, searching my face for answers I’m not sure I can provide.
“You think it’s a good idea?”
“Absolutely.” I nod adamantly for effect.
“He sounds urgent,” Carter offers.
“That’s why you should go.” I give him a lecturing stare.
Carter begins pacing the room fretfully. “I shouldn’t leave you.”
I scoff and laugh, but the noise comes out as more of a snort than anything else.
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself for a few hours while you’re gone.”
He gazes at me fondly. “You’re so trusting.”
“Are you thinking about picking up some hookers on the way to the bar or something?” I tease.
“No, but…” Carter trails off, chuckling.
“Then I shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”
I walk over to him, floating across the room to wrap my arms around him while his back is turned to me.
I’m still naked, and I press my breasts against his bare back. I know he can feel my nipples poking into his skin.
I’m also fully aware of the fact that it’s turning him on, because of the huge tent is peaking at attention underneath his boxer shorts.
“Family means a lot to me.” I whisper the words in his ear, trying to distract him and coax him into going to meet Lawrence.
Carter chuckles with a cynical undertone, as if he’s not sure he believes me.
“I know how much Lawrence means to you,” I remind him and begin to stroke his back with my fingertips.
I smile, relishing with delight in the way his skin responds with chill bumps that prickle just above the surface.
I rub my hands over the perfect carvings of his muscular body, and he moans softly in response.
He feels amazing to the touch, and I can’t believe his seed is inside of me, growing into a beautiful human being.
“Carter?” I ask and stop stroking his body, because he hasn’t said anything in a long while.
“I’m just…enjoying the rub,” he laughs.
“Are you going to go?”
My question clings to the air like a dense fog in the night. I know it’s not my place to persuade Carter one way or another, but deep down, I know he understands the importance of family, especially when it comes to his brother.
“I’m going to go.”
I sigh with relief as Carter rushes around the room, scrambling to get dressed in a flustered hurry.
He places a Rolex watch on his wrist and throws on a collared, button-down Ralph Lauren shirt.
Buttoning it, he walks over to me and juts his lips out to extend a kiss my way. The kiss makes me feel warm and fuzzy, and I melt into his arms.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press him closer to me, but I know he has to go soon. Panting, I push him away. “You’ll be back soon, and we can pick back up right where we left off.”
Carter gives me a lustful gaze, and the flame in my heart grows to an enormous size.
“I’ll see you later,” he says and blows me another kiss when he gets to the door.
I wave goodbye and catch his kiss, pressing it to my chest to seal it into my heart. I only hope everything is going to be okay between Carter and Lawrence, because I never want to see Carter hurting in any way.