Road to Absolution

by Piper Davenport

  “You haven’t seen me naked yet.”

  “Yes I have, or did you forget I spent a lot of time exploring you and feasted on your pussy?”

  I shivered. “Well…”

  “Plus I put Aloe all over you.”

  “But that was clinical.”

  Carter chuckled. “Explain the raging hard-on, then.”

  “You were hard?”

  “Yeah, baby.” He sighed. “You didn’t notice I took a really long shower?”

  I blushed. “I just thought you took long showers.”

  Carter laughed. “Yeah, not that long, baby.”

  I swallowed.

  “I’m gonna take care of you, honey.”

  “I know. It’s just that my first time was underwhelming and then it never happened again. I guess I don’t really know entirely what to expect.”

  “I do.” Carter chuckled. “Babe, trust me. Tonight won’t be underwhelming. I promise.”

  “For me maybe,” I grumbled.

  “For either of us.” He kissed me quickly. “I have never made love to anyone, Cassidy, so I can’t wait to find out what that feels like.”

  “What do you mean? You’ve slept with more than a few women.”

  “But I’ve never made love to any of them. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, baby, and I’m gonna prove how much tonight.” He cupped my neck. “Trust me?” I nodded and he kissed me. “I’m gonna shower quickly. Wanna join me?”

  I nodded again and he smiled, taking my hand. Leading me into the bathroom, he slid my shirt over my head and cupped my breasts. “Fuck, babe, seriously, gorgeous.” He unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms, cupping me again and drawing each nipple into his mouth. I shivered, the sensation one I hadn’t felt before, and he slid his hands under the elastic waistband of my skirt, pushing it down over my hips. I stepped out of it and kicked it away from us. I was so glad I’d shaved my legs that morning. I was also glad I’d worn my one matching set of underwear. A white lace pair of boy shorts and bra. Not that they stayed on my body long.

  “Your turn,” I breathed and finished unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed them from his hips and then his boxer briefs and his cock stood hard before me. God, it was huge. I know I didn’t really have a basis for comparison, but I was a little concerned he might be too big for me. “Um…”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Are you going to fit?”

  Carter laughed. “You’re really good for my ego, baby.”

  “But I’m kind of serious.”

  “I’ll fit, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” He guided me into the shower and wrapped an arm around my waist, sliding his other hand between my legs. I gasped when his thumb slid over my clit.

  “Fuck, baby,” he breathed as she slipped two fingers inside of me. “You’re so wet.”

  I giggled. “Should I state the obvious?”

  Carter chuckled and stepped under the showerhead, running his hands through his hair before pulling me to him and turning me into the spray. He lathered his hands with shampoo and gently washed then conditioned my curls, then he poured body wash on to a shower poof and ran it over my back.

  “Is that my stuff?”

  “Yeah, baby. Picked up a few things for you last week for when you’re ready to spend the night.” He kissed my shoulder. “Got shit for Mav too.”

  “And the poof?” I couldn’t stop a giggle because, let’s be honest, ‘poof’ is kind of a funny word to repeat when you’re about to get it on. I kept imagining Barry White with a shower poof.

  He raised an eyebrow at my laugh. “The poof is brand new, Cassidy.”

  “Good answer.” I sighed and leaned into his touch.

  He chuckled. “Never brought a woman back here, baby.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Another good answer,” I whispered as he slid his hand between my legs again.

  I braced my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me, anchoring my back to the wall.

  “Gonna go slow, baby, but we can stop if you need to.”

  I nodded and he lowered me onto him. I let out a deep breath as his girth filled me, his tip feeling as though it was touching my womb.

  “Too much?”

  I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him. His tongue met mine while his hands gripped my bottom, digging into the flesh that was much softer now than it had been years ago. One arm slid up my back and cupped the base of my skull holding me steady while he began to move. Slowly, giving my body a chance to get used to him. “Carter,” I whimpered.

  “Need me to slow down?”

  “No. God, it’s amazing.”

  The gentleness of his earlier movement changed and he began to thrust deeper, faster, harder, my arms locked around his neck as my body quickened. I felt my orgasm build and slid my hands into his hair, gripping his head as I screamed on my climax.

  Carter wasn’t far behind me and he dropped his head on my shoulder and we tried to catch our breath.

  “Damn, you’re strong, baby. I think I love ballet now.” I chuckled and he slid out of me and pulled us both back under the water. He kissed me, running his hands through my hair. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” I said. “That was… amazing.”

  “We’ll get dried off and do it again.”

  “You can do it again so soon?” I blushed at his cocky grin. “Of course you can, never mind,” I mumbled.

  Carter flipped off the water and gently dried my hair before focusing on my body. I let him tend to me, closing my eyes as he did. Before I knew it, I was in his arms and he was carrying me to bed. Pulling down the comforter and sheets, he laid me across the mattress, kneeling between my legs and pushing my knees open. Guiding my legs over his shoulders, he covered my core with his mouth and sucked my clit. I let out a little mew as he continued to lick, suck, and stroke me to near orgasm again. One firmer suck had me breaking and, as I climaxed, he slid into me. I arched against him, his sheer size nearly driving me to climax again. He rolled onto his back, carrying me with him so I was straddling him. I anchored my hands on his chest and shifted so I could draw him deeper inside of me.

  “Holy shit!” he hissed.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Fuck, you doin’ those kale things?”

  “Kale things?”

  “Fuck, baby.” He grabbed my hips and groaned. “Your pussy’s… ahhh…”

  I contracted around him. “Kegels, baby, and yes, I do them.”

  “Cassidy,” he whispered, reaching for a breast with one hand while thumbing my clit with the other.

  I raised up and then lowered myself again, the sensation of him filling me while his thumb worked my clit was overwhelming.

  I lowered again and quickly found myself on my back and yanked gently to the edge of the bed. Carter stood between my legs and drove into me so fast and hard, I came before he was done. I cried out and gripped his wrists, but he broke my hold and spread my legs wider, sliding his hands just below the back of my knees, tipping my hips up a bit, so he could go deeper.

  He let out a grunt and then a yell before collapsing on top of me and rolling us on our sides, facing each other, still connected. I felt him still pulsing inside of me, the walls of my vagina squeezing him as we came together.

  “Fuck!” he breathed.

  “Indeed.” I ran a finger over his forehead and down the side of his cheek. “You’re illegally pretty, Carter.”

  “Am I?” He caught my fingertip in his mouth and gave a gentle suck.

  I nodded. “I don’t know if you’re pretty enough to pass as a woman—”

  “Well, thank God for small favors.” He grinned and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” I rocked against him, feeling him grow hard again.

  He cupped my breast and kissed me. “I wanna have a hundred babies with you.”

  I giggled, but I was cut off when his thumb stroked my clit again. Facing him, I h
ad room to move and I hooked a leg around his hip and pressed in.

  “Your cunt’s so fuckin’ tight and wet,” he breathed out. “God, so good.”

  I flattened my palms against his chest and closed my eyes as he cupped my breast. He rolled a nipple between his fingers and I dropped my head back in ecstasy.

  “I’m gonna move you, honey.”

  “Huh-uh,” I complained.

  He grinned and nodded. “You’ll like this better, trust me.”

  “I can’t imagine liking anything better than this.”

  “On all fours, baby,” he directed, I did as he said. “Cheek to the mattress.”

  As I did, he slid into me from behind and I whimpered at the feeling. Ohmigod, it was amazing. One hand ran down the length of my back while the other gripped my thigh. He slid out and in slowly before reaching forward and cupping my breast.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Harder.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Hell, yeah,” I encouraged.

  Carter slammed into me, holding my thighs steady and then he began to move, surging in and out of me faster and faster. I screamed his name as I came around him, but he wasn’t done and he ran a finger over my clit, building me up again.

  “Grab a tit, baby, let me see.”

  I braced on one arm while I kneaded my breast with the other, rolling the nipple between my fingers and panting as another orgasm built.

  “I’m close,” he rasped.

  “Come, honey,” I demanded as I exploded again.

  I felt him pulse inside of me and then roll us onto our sides, my back to his front, our bodies still connected.

  He kissed my shoulder. “You screamed.”

  “I guess I did, huh?” I giggled and tried to catch my breath. “That was mind-blowing, honey.”

  “Told you.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. “Was it okay for you?”

  “Baby, I came four times in less than an hour, yeah, it was fuckin’ great.”

  “You haven’t done that before?” I felt his body shake with laughter and slapped his arm. “You have done that before?”

  “Technically, I can go all night, but, no, I’ve never come that fast or gotten that hard so fast after.”

  “Oh.” I felt quite smug with that information.

  His hand slipped between my legs and he rocked into me. “And now I’m ready again.”

  He made love to me twice more and then it was time to get dressed and pick Maverick up, but Carter promised more of what he gave me, albeit much more quietly, when we got back to my place. He was lucky I wasn’t driving or we’d have been jailed for speeding.

  THE FIRST MONDAY back to work after our romantic weekend was tough for me. I wanted to live in the erotic cocoon Carter had built for us over the past few days, but I had a living to make and a child to support, so it was back to the grind for me.

  It had been a weird day, one I wasn’t entirely sure I should (or could) process. The morning had started with an anonymous box of chocolates left gift-wrapped on my desk, a somewhat inappropriate note, which I knew wouldn’t have come from Carter. One, he knew I hated that particular brand of chocolate, and he would have signed the note with “Bolt” or something of that nature… this one was signed, “All my love, your future lover.”

  Lover? Really. God, it was so gross. Soon after I’d logged into my computer, I got a few texts from a blocked number that kind of freaked me out a bit, and I knew I was going to have to talk to Carter about it eventually.

  The cherry on top of my shitty day, however, was when I walked out of work to find two flat tires. I pulled out my cell phone called Carter.

  “Babe, you okay?”

  “Not really,” I grumbled.

  “Where are you?” He sounded panicked.

  “I’m still at work. I’m okay, honey, just a little stranded. I came out to find two flat tires and I only have one spare.” I glanced up at the sky, grateful it was clear and acting like an actual summer day.

  “We’ll be right there. Stay put.”

  “Okay. Can you grab my dance bag, please?” I asked. “I’m going to have to go straight from here.”

  “Sure, babe. Give me fifteen minutes.”

  “Okay, thanks. Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  We hung up and I dropped my phone into my purse.

  “Cassidy?”

  I turned to see Tom walking toward me. I smiled at him and waited for him to reach me. “Hey, Tom.”

  “You okay?” he asked.

  He really was one of the best looking men I’d ever met. His father was British and his mother was Korean, which was a beautiful combination, and since he’d been raised in London, he had the sexiest accent in the world. He’d been helping to implement a few of my suggestions for better workflow and I found him easy to work with, funny, and very kind.

  I sighed. “Car trouble, I’m afraid.”

  “Let me drive you home.”

  “No, I’m fine. My boyfriend’s on his way.”

  He frowned. “You never mentioned a boyfriend in our previous conversations.”

  I was a little taken aback by how irritated he sounded. “I don’t typically discuss my private life at work,” I said.

  He stared at me as though he was trying to memorize me. It was a little disconcerting.

  “Anyway, Carter’s on his way, so I’m all good,” I added.

  “How about I wait here with you until he gets here?”

  “You don’t need to do that.”

  “I’m happy to,” he said. “Can’t leave a beautiful woman to wait alone.”

  Well, that was a little inappropriate, professionally speaking. On a personal level, though, it was kind of flattering. Working in a predominantly female department, rumors abounded about Tom, but he had a reputation as being pretty buttoned up and unapproachable. All of this information had come from Janie, who’d helped organize his move from our New York office. I thought it was a little weird that he’d been with the company for less than a month and chose to move from such a big city to Vancouver, Washington of all places, but I never voiced my thoughts. I just listened to the women titter on about him and wonder if he were single, married, or perhaps open to a one night stand.

  None of it really mattered or applied to me since I was never in the market for a man… I had always needed one of those about as much as I did the plague, but then Carter showed up and I was done.

  “So, tell me a little about yourself,” Tom said. “I know you have a son.”

  “I do.” I smiled. “He’s almost six and he’s awesome.”

  “And is your boyfriend the father?”

  He stepped closer to me and I found myself moving away. I don’t know why, but I felt a little weirded out by him. Luckily, I didn’t have to answer his probing question when I saw Carter’s truck driving towards us. He pulled up behind my car and climbed out. I couldn’t help but shiver. Dark jeans, motorcycle boots, tight, white T-shirt, and his cut, he was incredible.

  “Hey, babe,” he said as he eyed Tom and closed the distance between us.

  “Hi, honey.” I had planned on keeping things low-key, but Carter had other ideas and pulled me close for a mind-blowing kiss. I blushed and broke our connection, clearing my throat. “Where’s Mav?”

  “I told him to wait in the truck with the dog.”

  “Good idea.”

  Tom reached his hand out and smiled. “I’m Tom Dale.”

  “Ace.” Carter studied him, ignoring his greeting, and Tom lowered his hand.

  “I thought you said his name was Carter?” Tom countered.

  “It’s Ace,” Carter said, his voice low in warning.

  I watched the two men and it dawned on me they were having a pissing contest of sorts. I rolled my eyes and gave Carter’s arm a squeeze. “Did you bring another spare?”

  “Knight’s bringin’ a truck, babe. He’ll tow it back to the shop.”

  “You a tow truck guy?”
Tom asked.

  “No.” Carter turned toward him slowly. “Are we holding you up from somethin’, man?”

  Tom gave him a strange smile. “No, just making sure Cassidy didn’t need anything.”

  “Well, I’m here, so she’s good.”

  Tom nodded and turned to me. “You sure you don’t need me to stick around.”

  I felt Carter’s body lock and I shook my head. “No, but thanks anyway.”

  “Alright, love,” Tom said.

  “Did you just call my woman ‘love’?” Carter demanded.

  “It’s an English thing,” Tom said.

  “She’s not your fuckin’ love, get me?” he demanded.

  Tom crossed his arms and smiled. I shivered. Creepy.

  “Have a good night,” Tom said. “Love.”

  Carter struck so quickly, I didn’t see it coming, therefore, had no time to react. Before I knew it, Tom was on the ground, blood spurting from his nose, and still, he grinned like he was demented.

  “You ever fuckin’ look at her again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” Carter threatened, standing over Tom.

  I gasped, reaching for Carter’s arm. “Carter.”

  “Well, aren’t you the big man,” Tom teased as he stood and brushed himself off, pulling out a handkerchief and holding it to his nose.

  Ohmigod, this guy was totally weird.

  “Have a lovely weekend, Cassidy.” Tom walked away and I watched in confusion.

  I frowned up at Carter. “What the heck was that all about?”

  “You watch that asshole, Cassidy, and if he gives you anymore trouble I’ll deal with it.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean? I get that he’s weird,” I conceded, “But did you need to hit him? What if Maverick saw?”

  “He didn’t,” Carter said emphatically.

  I sighed and glanced at the truck. Carter was right. There was no way Maverick could have seen. There were too many cars in the way.

  “Have you never met anyone from England?” I accused. “They say ‘love’ after everything.”

  “Babe, trust me. He’s interested in you, not to mention warped in the fuckin’ head, and I don’t like it.”

  “You’re being ridiculous.”