Carter
I'm standing at the door of one of the guest rooms, witnessing the most fucking awesome sight I think I've ever seen.
She really should've locked the door before going at it, but I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about that.
I came in to grab some of my stuff but I never expected to walk in and see such a fuck-hot woman like this one sprawled out on the bed, giving herself God knows how many orgasms.
My cock is hard seeing this beauty touch herself, and I almost resist the urge to say something. But I've already made my introduction.
She's scrambling to cover herself up and she’s staring at me now.
"Hey…I know you," she says from underneath the blanket, a crimson color staining her cheeks.
"Do you follow polo?" I have to admit, I like that she knows who I am.
"Only you. You're all over the magazines and papers. You're Carter, right? Carter Williams. I would never have dreamed that you're Percy's brother. I mean, geez, you look nothing alike."
"He's my stepbrother. The relation is by name only."
"Oh, well,” she mutters, averting my gaze. “I don't know what to say. You really caught me off guard."
I grin. "I can't say I'm disappointed."
She's looking at me intently, and she can't seem to tear her eyes away from my statuesque 6'5 frame. Of course I shouldn’t be surprised she’d recognize me. I’m all over the media right now with my recent win in Britain.
But what I’m not prepared for is how much I want to fuck this girl.
I wonder who she’s with…is she Kieran's?
"Who are you?" I ask because I realize that I have no idea who this beauty is.
"Oh,” she murmurs. “I’m, uh, Percy's wife."
What the fuck?
"Percy, as in my stepbrother Percy?"
"That's the one."
"But he's..."
"Gay?"
"Yeah."
"Well, he's bisexual or something, I suppose," she mumbles.
"Uh, okay," I say dubiously.
Sure, people can be bisexual. But not Percy. I don't believe it for a second. Percy's only ever been into men and he's never been shy about it.
Something else is going on here.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant," she says flatly.
"Pregnant?" Okay, now I know this is a joke. Percy must be fucking with me somehow. "What’s really going on? You don't look even one day pregnant.”
My eyes are scanning her super slim torso that’s peeking out at me from under the duvet. Fuck, I want to run my tongue along the contours of her body and take in all of her flavors.
"It's kind of a long story." Her cheeks flush.
"I take it you will tell it to me in full one day."
"Maybe."
Her eyes look somber and I try to fathom what her story might be. How did someone as beautiful and sexy as she is end up in this guest bedroom? And married to Percy, of all the people in the world.
But fuck, I can’t take my eyes off her.
She’s lying there like a feast that I’d devour in a second. I want to rip the rest of those clothes off her perfect body and welcome her to the family in an up close and personal way.
I don’t give a fuck about Percy—now that I’ve found her, I want to make her mine. I want to turn her into my sexy little plaything for as long as I can.
I have a burning need to show her just what she's been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t doing anything in that department—obviously since she’s in here taking matters into her own hands.
"So who are you anyway? I know you’re Carter, but—"
"Oh shit, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” I was so distracted that I failed to introduce myself. “So yeah, the name’s Carter, as you already know. I’m John's stepson from his first marriage. Percy and I grew up together."
"Oh,” she says, running the tip of her tongue between her lips. “So you’re Kieran’s brother?”
I narrow my eyes. How the fuck does she know Kieran? Has that fucker already moved in on her? I wouldn’t put it past him.
But before I can reply, she continues with, “Well, I’m Stacy. Nice to meet you."
She seems displeased at the mention of Percy and I’m determined to find out why. I’m equally determined to know why her face flushed when she said Keiran’s name. But that’s a matter for another time.
"I have to admit…I’m surprised Percy has a wife. I find it strange that he married you. I know him—I really know him."
"Yeah well, he's different." She shrugs like she has nothing else to say on the matter. How well does she even know Percy? Maybe I should enlighten her.
"What do you know about your husband, Stacy?” I ask her, and she looks away from me and out the window. Yeah, she knows exactly who Percy is.
When we were growing up, Percy was always scheming and deceiving people. He's a master manipulator.
People always liked me better. Percy had very few friends growing up, and I think he still holds that against me.
"I know Percy,” she whispers faintly, and then her gaze returns to me. “Why are you here? To say goodbye?"
"Yeah, I just came here because I needed to pick up a few things."
"It must be hard…losing him." She gives me a small sympathetic smile.
My jaw ticks but I can’t deny it’s nice to have someone who seems to actually give a fuck about how I feel.
"It is hard. He was my stepdad, but was better to me than my real dad ever was. My mom went through so many men and marriages. But John raised me and he always made sure that I was okay. He was a good man."
"Yeah, he worked with my dad a lot. I always heard good things."
Okay then, that's how she knows us. At least there's something of a connection there. But I’m still trying to piece together how this girl fits in. Why the fuck is she married to Percy? I just can’t wrap my head around it.
"I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a father." A flash of something crosses her face but it’s gone the next second.
"Yeah," I tell her, suddenly feeling myself caught in a moment of pure vulnerability. "It was totally unexpected. He really held everything and everyone together. I don't know how things will operate without him here."
"I'm sorry you're having to go through that. I’m here, you know, if you ever want to..." She spreads her legs under the duvet, her eyes never leaving mine. "Talk."
Holy fuck. Hell yeah. I’m so down to…talk.
I give her a smirk. “How considerate of you. I may just have to take you up on the offer. I haven’t had a good talk in a long time.”
The decision to accept her invitation is an easy one. I’ll show her everything she’s been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t taking care of her.
My cock is rock-hard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I see her trying to size up my length and girth. She won’t be disappointed. Not with all ten inches, thick as a fucking coke can stuffed inside her.
I can't wait to give this girl what she's obviously aching for—a real man between her legs. Percy pales compared to me, and he doesn't even fuck women, so I have no idea what he's doing with her.
I’m going to find out.
But it can wait. Because for now, I have to claim Stacy.