Royal Flush

by Ella Goode

  That’s a mistake. My name on her lips when she’s spread out like a feast, naked on my bed, with my cock head wet from her cunt? It’s a mistake. I fall on her, claiming her mouth at the same time that I claim her body. This cunt is mine. This mouth is mine. These tits are mine. It’s all mine. I ravage her mouth, swallow her screams, meet each upthrust and swirl of her hips with my own lunges. She tightens around me, squeezing my cock like a vise.

  I can’t hold back. “Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.” It’s half an order, half a plea.

  She throws her head back and with nails digging in sharply on my shoulders, she creams, pulsing her juice all over my cock, making her channel slippery and hot and tight all at the same time. I pound into her, balls deep, until my own orgasm overtakes me. My cum splashes inside of her, mixing with her arousal, filling her up until it overflows.

  Spent, I collapse on the bed, throwing my body to the side at the last minute so I don’t crush her. She curls into me, her frame still shuddering from the aftershocks. I reach between her legs and slowly insert my fingers into her sensitive channel.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, trying to squirm out of reach.

  I hold her close and kiss her sweaty neck. “Wanna make sure this was good for you.” My words are slurred and I’m feeling drowsy. We’ve had a hell of a night but I want to make sure she remembers it with good feelings.

  “It was good for me,” she says but she drapes a leg over my thigh, opening herself up for my touch.

  “Not great?” I tease, withdrawing to spread her slickness over her cunt lips and up to the tiny clit that is poking its head up, wanting attention.

  “It was great.”

  “It was great, Carter.”

  Her laugh changes to a moan the minute I pinch her clit but she doesn’t say the words.

  I tease her then, circling her clit, rubbing her lips. Her hips writhe as she tries to position herself so my digits slide inside of her. My fingers dance around, tracing a path around her secret entry and then skipping back to tease her clit.

  “Come on,” she whines, wriggling in need.

  “I didn’t hear the magic words.” My dick is getting thick again and sleep doesn’t seem like something my body needs anymore. I lift her leg higher and rub my cockhead over her sensitive cunt.

  “Yes,” she hisses in anticipation, but instead of plunging inside of her, I use my dick to tease her more even though I’m dying to slide my cock into her dripping pussy. “You’re being mean,” she declares after I’ve eluded her yet another time.

  Her lower lip pops out adorably. I scoot forward and bite down on the plump flesh before taking her mouth again with mine. Our tongues duel and so do our bodies as she tries to mount me and I try to avoid her. Finally she pushes me on my back and straddles my thighs.

  “You are great, Carter,” she finally says. “Now make it even greater and fuck me!”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Mallory

  I lean on the side of Deuce’s car as he kisses me deeply.

  “I’ll be thirty minutes,” he tells me when he pulls his mouth from mine. He makes it sound as if thirty minutes is a lifetime. I’m surprised he’s even agreed to let me be alone for that amount of time. I know he’s hesitant. I assured him that I would never leave again but I think it’s going to take a while for him to forget how it felt when he couldn’t find me.

  “I’ll be fine,” I reassure him, holding up my new fancy phone that he gave me. I still have to learn the ins and outs of this thing. My last one was destroyed when Carter saw the texts my mom’s boyfriend was sending me. It came to a timely death when it cracked in his hand before he threw it against the wall. The thing pretty much exploded on contact. It was kind of impressive. Now I understand why he is the star quarterback. Not only can he throw, but his aim is on point. He still won’t tell me what the messages said. Guessing by the look on his face I’m not sure I really want to know. I got a I’ll handle it from him. When I tried to ask what he meant by that, he only repeated himself. I let him know that I didn’t want him to do anything stupid or anything that would get him in trouble. Those people aren’t worth it.

  I’m not sure how Carter pulled it off but he had a new phone for me immediately. It’s as if it popped out of thin air. It’s probably the fanciest piece of technology that I’ve ever owned. I was about to remind him that my mom’s boyfriend wasn’t worth it and then I decided that Carter can make his own decisions. I am going to let him handle the situation as he sees fit. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but it does feel good to have someone that is finally in my corner. For so long, I could only depend on myself and now that Carter is here, I don’t feel that way anymore. I no longer need to worry about someone hurting me because I know he’ll never let that happen. I know Carter means the words he says. I believe him. I know he will work it out. Aly gave me the same advice. Let Carter do his thing as long as I trusted him and I do.

  “Why don’t you wait inside?” He motions back toward the school. It is actually really nice out today. The sun is out and some of the cold has fallen away. I can use the fresh air. Carter didn’t let me come up for any all weekend. Not that I was begging for any. I had to drag myself out of bed this morning to begin with. The only thing that really got me moving was not wanting to miss my morning shower with Carter.

  “It’s nice out and I want to enjoy the fresh air. I’m right outside. I’m not going anywhere, Carter,” I say, reminding him that he has nothing to worry about. “Hurry up. I’ll be right here when you are done. The quicker you get in there the faster we can go home.” I smile and wink at him. That seems to pacify him. He leans down and gives me one last kiss before he begins walking into the school building. I watch his fine ass until the door closes and I can’t see him anymore. He has a quick meeting with his coach. There are so many colleges after him from what he’s told me. The coach wanted to sit down with him and talk over all the details.

  “Your man with Coach too?” Aly asks. I turn to see her walking toward me. A smile forms on my lips. It’s so nice to have a girlfriend. Someone to share things with.

  “Yeah. Yours too, I take it?” Owen has to be. Classes are over for the day and he’s usually attached to Aly. There aren’t many things that he leaves her side for, from what I have seen and Carter has told me. A meeting with the coach would be one of the few exceptions.

  “Yep.” She walks over to me. “I love watching you lean up against Carter’s car. Most won’t even walk by it.”

  I laugh, holding up the keys. “We can take it for a spin if you want.” He gave me the keys in case I got cold and wanted to wait inside the car.

  “I could go for a milkshake before sewing club.” She dons a wicked smile.

  “Sewing club?” I laugh. “That’s a thing?”

  “Yep. Owen takes it with me.” That makes me laugh even harder. I’m not even remotely shocked that he would enroll in that club to be with her as much as possible.

  “That man will do anything to be near you, won’t he?” We both climb into Carter’s car. We buckle our seatbelts and I press the brake and push the button to start the car. The engine roars to life, giving me a taste of the power that it holds. My hands get a little sweaty with excitement. I’ve never driven something so fancy before.

  “You sure Carter’s going to be cool with you driving his car?”

  I shrug my shoulders, put the car in drive and hit the gas. I think he’ll be more worked up over me leaving and not telling him. It’s not like he won’t know where I am. I watched him flick on the share locations on our phones.

  “How do you think Owen will feel that we left?” That’s the real question. When it comes to Carter’s car I can get away with anything. Aly’s eyes shoot to me and I push down on the gas a little harder. “That’s what I thought. We’ll be back before they even know we are missing.” Aly nods her head as we head toward our milkshakes. The car drives like a dream. I can see its appeal. It’s sleek, smooth and powe
rful, mimicking the attributes of its owner. I can see why Carter is so uptight about caring for it. I’ll never admit that to him because it’s fun giving him a hard time about his precious car.

  The thrill quickly dies when I see the red and blue lights behind us. My stomach drops. There isn’t anyone here to protect me this time. I can even see the panic on Aly’s face. I pull over knowing I have no other choice. I swallow that lump that forms in my throat knowing I’m about to lose it all.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Carter

  “There are several media that have requested to be present during signing day.” Coach hands Fast and me a sheet of paper. I don’t even look at it because there’s nothing more unappealing than sitting in front of a bunch of cameras while doing anything. I just want to play ball and love my girl. Is that too much to ask?

  “No thanks.”

  “I didn’t think you would be interested but I’m obligated to ask. Owen, what about you?”

  “What all does it entail? Would it increase my chances of starting?” He leans forward, eyes scanning the page.

  “No one can promise that, son, but publicity isn’t a bad thing. I’d suggest—”

  The beeping of my phone sends a faint look of irritation across Coach’s face. He’s used to our complete attention as phones and other devices are strictly prohibited in the locker room and team meetings. I used to have the phone on permanent Do Not Disturb but the season is over and I want to be available to Mallory at all times.

  “Sorry,” I say without a speck of remorse, but out of respect for our four years together, I pull the dumb thing out of my pocket and am about to turn it off when I read the message. I grab Fast and drag him to his feet. “Sorry, Coach. We have to run. There’s an actual emergency.”

  Coach stands, too. “What is it?”

  “Family,” I shout and push a confused Fast ahead of me. “Give me your keys,” I demand.

  “What? Why do you want my keys?” he says as I half shove, half haul the wide receiver down the corridor. The man is faster than the wind, but he’s trudging along like I’m hauling him to church.

  “Because my car is at the police station.”

  “The police station?”

  I bust through the double doors. “I think Mallory got picked up while driving my car.” I shove my phone in his face. Thankfully he has good coordination and is able to run and read at the same time.

  “Hey, Carter, I think your car got stolen. Good news is cops caught the thief and everyone’s at the station. At least that’s what came off the police scanner.”

  Fast halts. “You let Mallory drive your car?”

  “Would you give me your mothereffing keys?” I shout. I’m not here for a damn discourse on how picky about I am with my car. We’ve got an actual emergency on our hands. “Aly was with her.”

  “I can drive.” He slams the phone back to me and takes off, streaking across the parking lot to his car. He’s already in the vehicle and has the engine started by the time I reach it. I knew that little detail would get him moving.

  “Took you long enough.”

  I’d laugh if I wasn’t so damned scared. “Just drive.”

  While Fast tears out of the parking lot, I call my dad, not caring that I’m probably interrupting dinner or some kind of European sex fest he’s got going on. Thankfully, he answers instead of making me go to voicemail.

  “Son, what a nice surprise. It’s siesta time here, though, so can I call you back in a few hours?” There’s a distinct sound of slurping in the background that I tell myself is someone having a smoothie for lunch and not something else, more disgusting, that might turn me off of sex forever.

  “I need the contact information for Mayor Al and an attorney.”

  “What’s wrong?” Dad’s voice is suddenly alert and business-like.

  “My girlfriend”—no, I need him to be seriously invested in this—"your future daughter-in-law got picked up on some bogus charges. I need to make sure that they let her go, and, more importantly, that they don’t repeat this mistake.”

  “I’m not certain what is more disconcerting—you asking for my help or you saying that you’re going to marry a girl you towed home just a week or two ago. Nonetheless, as always, I’m happy to help you, son. Don’t worry about Mayor Al. I’ll place the call myself. The attorney will meet you at the station.”

  Relief turns me into a puddle and I slump against the car seat. “Great. Thanks.”

  “It might be advisable for you to cut off the root of the problem—whatever that may be. The family resources are at your disposal. Before you marry I would ask that you have your beloved sign a prenuptial.”

  “Unnecessary,” I bark into the phone. “Can you go any faster?”

  “Do you want to get picked up by the police?” Fast growls.

  “Why not? We’re going to the same place.”

  “I’m not sure what good it is if you’re locked up.”

  Unfortunately, he’s right so I go back to arguing with my dad.

  “The prenuptial is merely another contract, like the marriage license, and it allows for convenient separations,” he’s saying.

  “I’m not separating so it’s not going to be a problem.”

  “Fine. You won’t leave her, but that isn’t always the problem. Sometimes she wants to leave you.” He says it softly but there’s still hurt there. I don’t know what went wrong with my parents’ relationship—maybe it was sick to begin with. Once, when I was little, during one of their arguments I overhead, my mom yelled that she wasn’t a piece of property that could be bought and sold. Even if it their union wasn’t one that started out in a good place, that didn’t mean Mallory and I weren’t going to last.

  “If she wants to leave, I won’t let her.”

  Dad laughs. “What will you do? Tie her to the bed?”

  “If I have to, yeah. Gotta go. We’re at the station.” I turn to Owen. “What would you do if Aly said she was done with you?”

  Fast’s head whips around. “What the hell are you talking about? Did Mallory say something?”

  “No. I just wanted to know. Would you let her go or would you keep her?”

  “Keep her,” he answers immediately.

  “Me too.” Even if Mallory wanted to leave me, I wouldn’t let it happen. She gave herself to me. She had to know it was a forever promise, not one that lasted until she was tired of us. If I had to, yeah, I’d absolutely tie her to the bed, lock her in a room, build a castle and cast a spell that wouldn’t allow anyone inside but me. If anyone is going to imprison her, it isn’t going to be the town police. Oh, hell no. Mallory belongs to me.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Mallory

  I knew the second I looked into the rearview mirror and saw those lights flashing that I was done for. My anxiety ramped up as I watched the two officers from the party step out and head toward the car. For one second I considered gunning it but I knew that would only make things worse. I was caught and Carter wasn’t here to save me. I should have stayed outside, like he told me. The man was bossy but it was always for the best reasons.

  It’s all a blur after that. The next thing I knew I was in handcuffs riding in the back of their police car. They seemed awfully pleased with themselves. Especially the tall one that was asking all the questions at the party. I keep my mouth zipped shut as they read me my rights. I could see Aly following us in Carter’s car and I knew she would get in touch with someone.

  I place my hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing, grateful that they cuffed my hands in front of me instead of behind my back. I’ve never been in trouble before and my nerves are showing. I sit on the long bench against the wall in the processing room as they shuffle paperwork around. From what they’ve told me, once I’m done here they will book me and take my mug shot. From there they’ll lead me to a holding cell where I’ll stay until I can post bail. This situation is overwhelming and my entire body shakes with nerves. I asked to make my phone ca
ll but I don’t know Carter’s number by heart and these two officers aren’t going out of their way to help me.

  A female officer comes into the room and sits next to me. “You doing okay?”

  I almost break down in tears but I hold it in. “I need my phone to look up a number to make my call,” I say, hoping that she’ll show me some compassion. She gets up, leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with my phone. She loosens my cuffs a bit so I can maneuver. My hands shake, hating the feel of the cold metal on my skin. She hands me my phone. I take it from her and hit the contact for the only person I know that will come running to my side.

  “Mallory.” He answers on the first ring.

  “Carter.” I get choked up before I can finish saying his name. “I’m scared,” I whisper. More than scared. What if I have to see Ricky? I don’t want to see him or my mother.

  “Don’t cry. I’m almost there. Everything is going to be fine. I’ll never let anything happen to you.” I wipe the tears from my eyes. A sense of relief fills me knowing that he’s on his way and that I finally have someone on my side. I know he’ll fix this. Carter won’t let anyone take me from him. His possessiveness should scare me but all I feel is comfort in it. I know he’ll stop at nothing to get to me. “Anyone touch you?” he asks. The possessiveness is thick in his voice now. I’m not sure what to say because I don’t want him coming in here and getting himself thrown in a cell next to mine.

  “They just put cuffs on me,” I say. I hear him suck in a breath. “Hold tight. I’m coming for you,” he reassures me. I think he hangs up but a beat later he speaks again. “I love you.” This time his voice is soft and I know he’s trying to soothe me. It makes my eyes water more at the tender side of Carter that is for only me. “Be my strong, smart-mouthed girl. I’ll be there in a second.”