We’re both panting, shaking, and coming down from an incredible high. Carter pulls out and turns me around, walking us back towards the couch where he lays down and pulls me on top of him. He kisses me all over my face and holds me in his warm embrace.
I rest my head on his chest and trace his tattoos with my fingers.
When our breathing finally evens out, Carter tilts my head up to look at him.
“You’re amazing, Liv.” He kisses my forehead and I can’t help but smile up at him.
We stay wrapped up in each other for a few minutes and then I hop off of the couch.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Carter asks.
“Shower.” I reach out my hand. “And you’re coming with me.”
He grins and practically jumps off of the couch, scooping me up in his arms and walking us to the bathroom.
Chapter 10
Carter
Liv is like every one of my fantasies come to life. Better. She’s fucking incredible and I cannot get enough of her. I’m never letting her go.
Today was huge. She said she trusts me. She let me into her apartment. I could tell she was embarrassed, which isn’t like Liv at all. She lashed out a bit when I tried to ease her discomfort, which was expected. But then something shifted in her, I could tell.
Standing in her doorway, sharing that kiss… it was like all of her walls crumbled to the ground. She was completely consumed by me, by us and it felt so goddamn good. I don’t think she even realized she was crying, or why.
I felt it though. It was us. We fit and she finally realized it. I didn’t expect the moment to last long, but even that brief glimpse at what it could be like between us was enough to spur me on. I’ll remind her every day how precious she is, how wanted, how safe, how mine she is.
Just watching her now, turning on the water to her shower after she let me fuck her bent over the couch… well, let’s just say I’m more than ready for round two.
I join her in the shower and just watch her for a minute as the water cascades down her creamy skin, dripping off of her delicious curves. And then my hands are on her. I can’t hold back anymore.
I can’t decide where to touch her. Shoulders, breasts, hips, ass, thighs. I want it all. I want it all right fucking now.
“Goddamn, Liv. I’m addicted to you.”
She steadies herself by putting her hands on my chest as I continue my exploration of her body. I crash my mouth against hers and she immediately opens up, sucking my tongue inside of her mouth, taking control. I grab her ass and pull her against me, rubbing my erection against her soft tummy.
She gasps softly at the contact, reaching down to stroke me.
I hiss and throw my head back.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, everything you do…” I can’t finish the sentence because she starts working me faster and harder.
And then she’s on her knees and I almost shoot my load right then.
“Liv…”
She looks up at me with a mischievous grin and darts her tongue out, licking the head of my cock like a lollipop.
I groan at the contact.
She licks the underside of my shaft, back and forth, again and again and it drives me crazy in the best way possible. When I can’t stand any more, she wraps her mouth around my cock and eases her way down.
I stretch my arms out in front of me, bracing myself on the shower wall behind her and look down. She’s got my dick in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, and her hand between her legs, fingering herself.
Fuck.
She’s a fucking goddess.
I thrust into her mouth and she moans around me, the vibrations causing a tingle in my spine. I hit the back of her throat and she fucking swallows my cock. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.
“Goddamnit, Liv, just… Fuck!”
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.
“I’m coming, baby.” I weave my hand in her hair to pull her back and she reaches out to cover my hand with hers and pushes her head forward, sucking me and hollowing her cheeks.
That’s it. I’m fucking gone. Done.
I thrust into her mouth once more and release my cum down her throat. She moans and shakes and jerks beneath me. She fucking came from giving me a blowjob. I’m so turned on right now, which is crazy since I just came twice in the last hour.
I pull Liv up and back her into the shower wall, kissing my way down her body. I lick her neck, suck on her collarbone, bite her nipples and kiss the soft skin underneath her breasts. I lick down her tummy, kneeling before her, bowing really, before my queen.
I grab her hips and guide one leg over my shoulder. Without any warning, I dive my tongue into her dripping wet pussy, still covered in her cum from her climax minutes ago.
“Ohhhh, oh my god, Carter,” she moans.
I dip my tongue in her hole and massage the walls of her tight cunt. Then, I flatten my tongue and drag it up her slit till I get to the bundle of nerves that controls her pleasure. Swiping over it once, twice, three times before kissing her pussy lips.
“Fuck, Liv, you taste so goddamn good. Love your cum on my lips, baby girl.”
She spears her fingers in my hair and shoves my face back into her pussy. I chuckle and continue licking and sucking her gorgeous folds.
I feel her tense underneath me. She’s close. I lick her up and down, landing on her clit. Sucking it in my mouth, she begins to shake in my hands. I bite down softly and she erupts in my mouth, gushing her release, trembling, and screaming my name over and over.
I feel like the king of the fucking world knowing I gave her that pleasure.
I lick her through her orgasm until she pushes my head away, too sensitive from all the attention.
“Sorry, love. You’re so damn delicious.”
I stand up and pull her in my arms, kissing her soundly.
When we break apart, we’re both panting, utterly spent in the best way possible.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then I can take you to my place?”
She tilts her head up and gives me a questioning look.
“I just figured, you know, you showed me yours, so I should show you mine.”
Really, I want to lay Liv out in bed and hold her. Just hold her. It would be far less comfortable to do that on her couch. Plus, I want my Liv to sleep in a bed. I won’t let her spend another night on the floor or on a couch.
Liv laughs. “Fine, I’ll come over, but I’m not spending the night.”
“We’ll see about that.”
She opens her mouth to protest but I silence her with a chaste kiss before grabbing a washcloth and her body wash.
I pour the liquid on the cloth and gently rub it on her shoulders, down between her breasts, and over each perfect, perky mound. She closes her eyes and practically melts into my touch. When I’m done with her front, I turn her around, but she hesitates.
“Do you trust me?”
She slowly nods, and again, my heart soars in my chest.
“Turn around, love. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
She turns around, giving me her back.
I sweep her long, black hair over one shoulder and begin rubbing circles over the back of her neck, her shoulders, between her shoulder blades, and down her waist.
I want to ask about the scars on her back. Some look newer than others, different shapes, in different stages of healing. The most noticeable scars cover her left side, starting from mid shoulder blade, sweeping down just past her hip. It looks like a bad burn. Her other scars are peppered over her back, some still a deep red, not quite faded into silvery scars. These ones look like… Fuck, like maybe she was hit with something?
The water washes away the bubbles to reveal the scars once again. I trace the lines down her back from the burn, and kiss the round scars dotting her back. Her breath catches in her throat. I want so desperately to know everything about her.
I finish rinsing her off and quickly scrub my own body down, the water now getti
ng cold. She hands me a towel as she steps out of the shower and we dry off. I can’t help but steal glances over at her body. She’s so fucking perfect.
Chapter 11
Carter
Twenty minutes later, we’re at my place. It’s not much – a little ranch style house about a mile from the clubhouse on a nice plot of land. My favorite part about the place is the deck out back. The view is amazing for watching the sunset. I’ve spent many nights out on the deck with a cold beer, collecting myself at the end of a long day.
I give Liv a quick tour of the house and lead her out back with me, carrying a few blankets. She curls up with a blanket on the outdoor couch I have, tugging her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. I join her on the couch and rub small circles on her back. She looks so deep in thought I’m not even sure she knows I’m here.
Finally, she takes a deep breath and speaks.
“My mom and I lived in a car for a while.”
It’s barely above a whisper. I want to pull her into my lap and cradle her, but I give her space. Even though it kills me.
“She was a junkie. We bounced around apartments for a while or we’d shack up with whoever she was dating at the time. But, eventually all we had left was the old Corolla. She slept in the front while I got the back seat. We moved the car every few days, and sometimes we had to hide out from the cops.
“Mom put me in the trunk sometimes when she went and got her drugs. She usually let me out after an hour or so, but one night, she left me in until morning. I was scared and hungry and had to pee so bad. I remember needing to go to the bathroom above all else. Good thing that car was a piece of rusted out shit. It only took a few kicks to break the latch and get out. I walked around to the front of the car but didn’t see my mom.
“I walked around the block, stopping at the gas station to pee. I got back to the car and still didn’t see her, so I climbed in the passenger side and waited. I heard a siren in the distance and scrambled to cover myself up, like mom taught me. I looked in the backseat for something to pull over me. There were blankets and a lot of garbage and spread out newspapers. I grabbed for the newspapers and… and I saw…”
She chokes on a sob and I lose the battle to keep my distance. I pull her into my lap and she doesn’t fight me. Fuck, no wonder she hates cars. I can’t stand the thought of my Liv growing up like that. It takes every bit of self-control and discipline I learned in the army not to go full on Hulk mode and smash everything in sight. I wish I knew her back then, I would have saved her, taken her far away, loved her from the very beginning.
Yeah, love. I fucking love her. So much it hurts.
“What did you see, love?”
Liv takes another deep breath. “My mom.”
“Jesus, was she…”
“Dead. Overdose.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. How old were you?”
“Ten.”
Fucking hell. I clench my teeth and get my rage under control before I scare her. Fuck. It’s so much worse than I thought.
“I didn’t know what to do, ya know? I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do?” She’s getting a little more frantic, almost talking to herself. “I freaked out. What was I going to do with a body? And I mean, she obviously wasn’t a great mom, but she was all I had. She always told me how the police were bad, they were the enemy. How I couldn’t trust them, all crooked, she’d said. So…”
She takes another breath. I stroke her hair, weaving my fingers in the soft strands of black as they slide over my fingers.
“I found her dealer.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah. I was an idiot.”
“No, Liv, you were scared. It’s understandable.”
She nods. “Yeah, well… I told him what happened. He said he’d fix it, just give him a few hours. I didn’t know what to do, where to go. I was lost and I guess I just wanted those few hours to hold on to the only familiar thing I had.”
She’s silent for a few minutes, like she’s remembering that day, that feeling.
“I went back to the car and sat with her.”
“Oh, Liv…” I can’t even… fuck. I want to take that little girl away from everything. Shit. It hurts, it hurts so goddamn much hearing this.
“I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the smell of gasoline. I was surrounded by heat, overwhelming heat and light. The fucking dealer set the car on fire.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. That’s how he ‘handled’ it. I managed to crawl out the window, but not before getting licked by a few flames.”
I stroke the scar over the shirt she’s wearing, imagining a little Liv so scared, fighting just to survive. So alone. Never again.
“Of course, the fire only drew the cops in, but he was long gone before they showed up. I was put in foster care after getting out of the hospital and… well. I don’t know. That’s all I think I can talk about right now.”
I hug her close to me, tucking her head under my chin, afraid I might even be hurting her with how hard I’m squeezing but I can’t help it.
“Thank you, love. Thank you for telling me. For trusting me.” I kiss her head, her nose, her cheeks. “I’m so fucking sorry you had to go through all of that. You’re amazing. So strong. A fucking warrior.”
I hold her in my lap, stroking her hair for so long she falls asleep. I don’t think I could let her go even if she wanted me to.
Standing up, I carry Liv into the house, laying her down in my bed she stirs a little, but doesn’t wake up. I take my shirt and jeans off and slide in next to her in my boxer briefs, pulling the blankets over us. Liv reaches out blindly in her sleep and touches my chest, placing her hand over my heart. I wrap my arm around her and tuck her into my side, resting her head on my chest next to her hand. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
***
Despite Liv’s earlier claim of not spending the night, we both woke up the next day around 9 am. Well, I woke her up by licking between her folds and sucking her clit till she came. Twice. I took her back to her place, so she could get ready for her shift at the club and I headed over to Slash’s place to get an update on his brother.
“Carter! I heard you ‘helped Liv with some furniture.’” He says that last part with air quotes and a huge fucking grin on his face.
I shake my head at him and wipe my hand down my face, but I can’t hide my smile.
“So, things are going good between you guys?” He asks.
“Yeah, man. I mean… you know Liv. She’s still tentative and unpredictable. And Christ, she has a temper,” which I fucking love, “But I feel like we’re making progress. She trusts me.”
Slash nods and hands me a cup of coffee before sitting down on his couch.
“Well, shit. That’s good, Carter. Are you happy? You look happy. It’s weird.”
“Hey! I happen to be a pretty easy-going guy, right?”
“Yeah, sure, but it was all surface level shit. I know you had a hard time when you got back stateside, and you’ve done a lot of work on yourself to get in a better headspace. But since Liv, it’s like… I don’t know. Like you’re fucking glowing or some shit.”
He laughs and shakes his head as if in disbelief. “It looks good on you, man. You look happy. Truly happy.”
“I am, Slash. Liv is fucking everything.” I smile into my coffee cup. I already can’t wait to get back to her.
“Good. Don’t mess it up.”
“I don’t plan to.”
We sip our coffee in silence for a few minutes. Slash clears his throat and scrubs his hand down his face.
“I guess I should tell you about Brad. We found out a little more about where he’s been. Or, well, not exactly where but why he’s been gone.”
“Oh?”
“I guess he had a girlfriend or something. He got a new name too – Spider. I mean, how fucking stupid is that? Anyway, the girl was real young, like barely legal when they first got togeth
er. She was with him for years. From what others are saying, he fucked her up real good. Like, I mean, I knew he was an abusive asshole, but this was some next level shit.”
“What do you mean?”
“He had her cooking for the gang, cleaning up their shit, waiting on them hand and foot. Rumor has it he kept her on a leash. Literally. And when she acted out he locked her in the basement for days at a time and beat her.”
“Fuck, Slash. That’s messed up. Where is she now? Can we help her?”
“That’s the thing. She left a couple of months ago.”
“Good for her, it takes some balls to get out of abusive situations like that.”
“Don’t I know it.” Slash grumbles. “But that’s not the whole story. I guess he got involved in sex trafficking and was planning on selling her.”
“Oh, fuck no.”
“And that must have been her tipping point. I didn’t get all of the details, but basically she put a fuck ton of opiates, no doubt from his own stash, into the food she cooked one night. Once they all passed out she stole a bunch of money from him and got the fuck out.”
“Oh shit!” I have to chuckle at that. It must have been humiliating for Brad to wake up and realize his precious toy pulled one over on him. That woman must be incredible. I bet she’d get along with Liv.
“Well, as you can imagine, Brad didn’t take too kindly to looking like a fool.”
“No, I’m guessing not. So he’s out looking for her?”
Slash nods. “He was headed this way last time anyone saw him. I don’t think he’s just after the girl though… I think he’s looking to set up camp here, get in good with the Devil’s Knights and join their sex trafficking operation. I’m trying to get eyes on him, someone to give me an actual photo. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him in person.”
“Shit. What do you need from me? We can take it to River, to the club. I know they don’t want that around here and will do whatever it takes to make sure Brad and his plans are run out of town.”
Slash nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I know you’re right. I just… fuck. I’m so fucking ashamed of him. He’s my flesh and blood. Am I like him?”
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