by B. N. Kasner
Chapter Seventeen
Squirming in her seat, Grace glanced at the clock again. Two more minutes. She wasn’t sure she could sit there without lunging for Carter. Grace had sat through four home appointments, two business remodels and now a conference with a new startup company. They wanted Carter to design the building, the guys to build it, and Grace to do the interior.
The project was the kind to put Redwater Construction so far in the black, they wouldn’t have to worry about getting another contract for the rest of the year. So, why was Grace ready to push the clients out the door? Her mate had promised to let her come when they closed up shop for the day. Yes, let her come. She still wanted to beat him for his dominance play.
Deep down, though, a part of her liked being ordered around. At least in a sexual way, because Grace was an independent woman who could take care of herself. Her face heated when she thought about the things he’d said and done just three hours earlier. Grace would get to come on his cock. A cock she worried would rip her in half.
Playing around with a vibrator wouldn’t be a match to the real deal. “Thank you for coming, I’ll walk you out.” Carter stood shaking the two women and one man’s hand, a satisfied smile on his face. Grace wanted to snarl at him. She should’ve listened to him, then he’d be just as needy as her. “It’ll be a pleasure to work with you.”
Only Grace caught the naughty look in his chestnut brown eyes. The cocky bear was teasing her with his words alone. It wasn’t fair. He got her worked up with words and a look. Grace wished she affected him the same way.
Hell, maybe she did. Did her dresses get Carter all hot and bothered? What about the seductive purr she’d been working on? Grace could’ve come up with a million thoughts, all of them concerning Carter and what he thought about her. The one thing she knew he liked was her ass, which ranked second on Grace’s list of her best assets.
She too stood, shaking hands with their newest clients on their way out the door of Carter’s office. What they really needed was a conference room, but for now, his office would have to do. “Be ready to leave when I get back.” Carter gave her ass a love tap, smirking on his way out. As much as she didn’t want to, she smiled when he winked over his shoulder at her.
It would only add to the ego problem he had going on. But damn, that sexy bear had a reason to be cocky. Grace rushed to get ready to leave, she wanted to come. Badly. Turning off her office light and grabbing her portfolio, she locked her office up tight.
Next, she made sure the coffee pot was turned off and set the alarm, so all they’d have to do was press a button. Tapping her foot on the floor, she waited by the back door. “Anxious to leave?” Carter chuckled, coming around the corner while loosening his tie. She didn’t answer his question. Instead Grace growled low at him.
Thankfully, Carter didn’t keep her waiting long. In fact, it seemed to only take him seconds to lock up his office and get his briefcase. He ushered her outside and into the passenger side of his car in record time. “I don’t know who’s more anxious, you or me?” Grace joked with him, only to get a scorching look in return.
“For the past three hours, I’ve scented your need.” Carter rested his hand on her knee, coaxing her legs to open slightly. “Caught you biting your lip while wiggling around in your chair.” Slowly, his hand moved up her leg. His thumb drew little circles on her thigh, causing her to shiver.
“And, seen the look of pure lust in your eyes every fucking time they met mine.” A little closer and he’d be touching her right where she wanted his hand the most. “So, pretty girl. I’m gonna say, we’re both worked up.” Finally, his fingers brushed over her tender clit. “Are you always so wet, or is all this sweet honey just for me?”
“Just for you. Only for you.” Grace whimpered when Carter pushed a finger inside her.
“Damn straight.” He snarled, pumping his finger faster. “My instincts can’t leave you aching any longer.” Grace spread her legs further apart, making her dress bunch up around her hips. She was on full display in the front seat of Carter’s car as they sped down the road.
It made her wetter. The danger of being caught at any moment, of being out in the open. She’d never imagined getting turned on by something so bold. Grace didn’t even want to get started on the way Carter spanking her made her feel. He twisted his finger, hitting a spot that rolled her eyes back in her head.
“Fuck, Carter.” She whimpered, rotating her hips to the movement of his finger. Right when she was about to come, a phone started ringing. “Damn it.” The ringtone belonged to her dad. Digging in her portfolio, she hit the talk button, “Hi dad.”
“Hey honey, where are you?” Shit, she’d forgotten to call and let him know she wouldn’t be coming straight home after work. Since Grace didn’t have her truck back, the calls with her dad had become a regular thing. The calls made her feel closer to her dad, like they were an ordinary family. Although, she usually wasn’t about to come on her mate’s finger.
The finger which was still inside of her, moving slowly, keeping her on edge. “I’m going over to a friend’s house for a little bit.” She bit her lip, barely holding back a moan. Now she knew why Carter hadn’t wanted to come earlier in the day.
“Once I get my cock in you, I’m not going to leave anytime soon.” Carter growled, mortifying Grace because she knew her father had heard by his coughing. Glaring at her mate, she tried to wiggle away from his talented finger. Obviously, it didn’t work. When she slid back over, Carter managed to insert a second finger into her.
“Fuck, you're tight.” Thankfully for her, he hadn’t said that loud enough for her dad to hear. “And so, damn, wet.” She didn’t miss the tenting of his slacks or the car’s speed increasing.
“Is that the guy we talked about?” Her dad whispered, apparently not wanting Carter to hear him.
“Yeah.” Half moaning, Grace needed to get herself under control. “Why?”
“Hand him the phone. I want to talk to him.” Her hips stopped moving, as her heart lodged in her throat.
“But, I’m twen-” She didn’t get to finish her whine because her dad cut her off. “Yes, I know you're twenty-one. I haven’t been in your life for sixteen of those years, so let me act like your dad. Please.” There wasn’t a way she’d be able to deny him.
How could she? Not to mention, the little girl in her liked her dad taking an interest in her life. “He wants to talk to you.” Grace held the phone out for Carter. Instead of hesitating, his hand left the steering wheel to grab the phone from her.
Somehow, he held the phone in one hand, drove with his elbow and fingered her with the other hand. Hell, she had one talented mate. Unfortunately, Grace couldn’t hear what her father said on the other end of the phone. Although, it didn’t really matter to her because Carter had amped up his efforts to make her come. “Yes sir... No sir… I know sir.” He ran his eyes over Grace, a sexy smirk on his face. “No sir… No sir.” His fingers twisted, hitting the same spot as before. Fuck, she was going to come while her mate talked to her father.
“I promise I’ll take good care of her sir.” At the statement, Grace came. Hard. Her head banged back against the leather headrest. Grace’s nails dug into Carter’s skin until she heard him hiss. Goddess, she never came that hard when she masturbated.
Gently, Carter brought her back down to earth with soft touches. When she opened her eyes, she realized they’d stopped moving. Looking over at Carter, she watched him suck her juices off his fingers. Would everything he do turn her on or was this just some kind of mating frenzy? Carter groaned at her taste.
“Holy shit.” She tried to catch her breath. He chuckled at her, “Pretty girl, you haven’t felt anything yet.” Giving her a wicked smile which promised to fulfill her every fantasy, he exited the car. Grace sent up a quick prayer to the Goddess, let me be enough to fill his bed, and heart.
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Jogging around the front of his Mustang, Carter could hardly wait to get his paws on
Grace. His cock in her. Her coming all over his fingers as he talked to her father was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he’d seen a lot. Still, her dress sat bunched around her supple hips. Her perfect, pink pussy on display for him. Only ever for him.
Never would a man other than himself see her this way. He’d kill anyone who did. She was his and Carter didn’t share. Being an only child, he’d never learned what sharing meant. He wasn’t about to start with his pretty girl. Carter pulled her up and out of the passenger seat, taking her mouth in a brutal kiss.
It was clumsy, all teeth and tongue, but hot as fuck. Grace had Carter more worked up than he’d ever been in his whole life. Even more so than Becky had gotten him. He’d examine that feeling later. When they were thoroughly worn out from fucking. His hands found her ass, as he hoisted her up into his arms.
Her curves were made to fit against his body. To be molded and bent to his will. Carter could already tell fucking her would be unlike anything else. He found her wet and ready for him when he slid one hand from her ass to Grace’s pussy. She was tighter than Carter expected, even knowing nobody had touched her before.
Or maybe he hadn’t felt a woman as pure as Grace in so long, it just caught him off guard. Grace threw her head back, riding his fingers. Her nails scratched the nape of his neck, causing a tingle to run down his spine. He had a feeling they’d both be covered in marks by the end of the night. Shit, he wouldn’t be able to take this for much longer.
Carter needed inside of her like he needed his next breath. Dropping her on the hood of his Mustang, he marveled at the sinfully stunning woman laid out in front of him. It was a fantasy of his to take a woman on the hood of his prized possession. However, none of his one-night stands had been worthy. Grace, though, she was coming close to dislodging his car as number one in his life.
“If you want hearts and romance for your first time, I’m sorry. I can’t give you that.” He watched her face for a sign of disappointment, but he got nothing. “I want to dominate you pretty girl, nothing less will do.” Carter leaned over kissing the skin exposed on her chest. “I’ll be rough. Push you past your limits, but I’ll never hurt you. I promise.”
Her hands cupped his face, bringing him up to eye level with her. “I can handle anything you’re willing to give me, mate.” She kissed him gently, surprising him. Grace wasn’t known for being sweet or soft. Yet, there she was, vulnerable and pliable beneath his hands and lips.
“I want you naked by the time I get out of my clothes.” He nipped her plump bottom lip gently, just enough to make her buck against him.
“But we’re outside?” Grace giggled, already moving the sleeves of her dress down her arms. “What if someone catches us?”
“Nobody ever comes by here, too out of the way.” Before his pants hit the ground, he made sure to grab the condom from his wallet.
“You live closer to town than anyone I know.” Even as she argued, her bra clinked when it hit his driveway. Carter’s eyes ate up the new curves she showed him. Sure, he’d seen her through her window, but it didn’t do her justice up close. “Do you like what you see?” Grace looked at him shyly from under her lashes.
Carter vowed that at every opportunity, he’d lavish her with compliments. She needed to know how gorgeous she truly was. It was his duty to boost her self-esteem, make her feel sexy. “You’re the most tempting woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He stroked his cock a few times before rolling the condom down his shaft.
“Really?” Grace watched his hand, her eyes trained on his movements.
“Fuck yeah. There’s a reason I call you pretty girl.” Advancing on her, her breathing turned to panting. “Now, spread those sexy legs for me. I want to see what’s mine.” Carter felt thankful as hell Grace enjoyed his dirty mouth. His fingers slid through her juices, “Still wet, I see.”
Leaning over her, he kissed her as softly as he could, this was her first time after all. Carter couldn’t go too overboard with his caveman tendencies. Not yet, at least. Nudging her opening with the head of his cock, he dipped in before pulling back out. She whimpered into his mouth, her nails lighting his back on fire.
When he tried to tease her again, Grace impaled herself on his cock in one forceful thrust of her hips. His lips moved down her jaw and neck until he raised up to look down. He hadn’t moved yet, wanting to give her time to adjust. She was fucking magnificent. A damn siren meant to lure him in.
Carter gritted his teeth against the urge to rut into her like a possessed beast. The first few thrusts were shallow and slow, he didn’t want to hurt her. Then, she surged up biting him hard on the chest. It pushed him over the edge. Thrusting deep and hard, Carter gripped Grace by the neck.
Not squeezing, but holding her in place for his kisses. Her pussy creamed on his cock, legs tightening around him. His Gracie liked it rough. “Harder, please.” She begged him, golden eyes fluttering shut as he pounded into her.
Laying her back down, so she laid flat on the hood, he squeezed her neck hard enough to make her moan. With his other hand, Carter finally got his hands on her tits. They weren’t overly big, just the perfect handful for him. He plucked her nipple, but soon realized it did nothing for her. Moving down her slick body, Carter strummed her engorged clit.
That set her off. In moments, Grace’s walls clamped down on him. “Oh, fuck.” Her hands clawed his arm to shreds, adding some pain to his pleasure. “Carter.” Her moan echoed in the quietness around them.
When her orgasm passed, he pulled her off him. “Flip over.” Carter helped position her so he could fuck her from behind. He’d been waiting all day to get his paws on her ass. “Shit. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your ass.”
The seductress wiggled her ass, tempting him, “It’s yours.” Grace pulled out that purr she’d used at the office. Without waiting any longer, he slammed home. “Fuck.” Her upper body dropped down to lay even on the hood, tilting her ass up into the air.
Gripping the globes of her ass, Carter let himself go. He went at her like a feral beast who’d never had a female before. Carter pulled her cheeks apart, then let them go, fascinated by the way they bounced against his thrusting hips. “I’m going to have your ass one day.” Carter rubbed the outside of her puckered hole. She whimpered at his dirty words, pushing her hips back to meet his.
“You popped what was supposed to be mine, so I get this one.” His lips trailed up her back until he reached her ear. “And you’ll give it to me, won’t you pretty girl? You won’t deny your mate.” Carter’s words sent her over the edge again. She moaned louder than the last two times, but he wanted that sensual whimper.
Her pussy milked his cock in rhythmic pulses, pulling him closer to coming. Biting into the crock of her neck, Carter held her in place while slamming in and out of her. “Tell me who you belong to.” Growling, he needed to hear her say it. Carter couldn’t come until he heard her whimpering his name.
“You, Carter. You own me. Every part of me.” She reached back with one hand, blindly clawing him and whimpering. Her nails dragged across his mating mark, setting his whole body on fire.
“Fuck.” He roared, emptying himself inside of the condom. For a brief moment, he wished he’d taken her bare. Consequences be damned. Pulling out, he gathered Grace in his arms, giving her the tenderness she deserved.
Although, Grace had liked him just the way he was. Rough, possessive and dominant. He hoped in time, he’d remember what it felt like to make love to a woman. Fucking was great, but Carter wanted Grace to have the soft experience of slow, gentle lovemaking. Thankfully, he hadn’t forgotten about the aftercare, which he never did with the others.
Grace probably didn’t realize just how many firsts he’d had with her. The car, the office, while on the phone with her dad, unknowingly in front of her brother and outside in broad daylight. She’d been right, anyone could’ve driven by and caught them at any moment. It only added to the danger factor. While he looked for his sensitive side, at least he
knew they’d have some wild fucking in the meantime.
Chapter Eighteen
The shower starting had Grace raising her head from Carter’s chest. He’d thought she was out cold, sleeping on his chest. His ego felt out of control, he’d worn her out. If his pretty girl only knew. He was nowhere near done with her yet.
Stepping inside, Carter used his back to test how hot the water was. Grace snuggled further into his arms, sighing when the water ran over them. She wasn’t heavy, but Carter had a tough time reaching for his shampoo. “I’m gonna set you down, pretty girl. Just lean on me.” He held her close with a hand massaging her lower back.
Carter couldn’t stop touching her. Having her only made his obsession worse. There wasn’t a polar bear’s chance in hell he’d be able to go one day without fucking her. Already his cock ached to be inside her. Naturally, Carter ignored it. She had to be sore after the pounding he’d given her.
Once his hands were lathered with shampoo, Carter began to massage the suds into Grace’s red locks. She tilted her head back, opening her eyes. The look she gave him was so full of softness and love, it nearly brought him to his knees. He couldn’t help himself. His lips brushed gently against hers, trying to convey his feelings for her.
It wasn’t love. Not yet, but he felt within time it could be. Carter’s heart beat loudly in his ear. For the first time since Becky, he wanted to love another woman. Hopefully, his Gracie could feel that in his kiss. She broke it off this time, planting butterfly kisses down his throat, shoulder and finally to the middle of his chest where she could reach better.
Her claws pricked his skin as she drew them down his chest. He turned them so Carter could rinse her hair while enjoying Grace’s attention. A clap of thunder shook his house, just as the lights went out. His pretty girl squeaked in his arms, clutching onto him for dear life. “You alright there Gracie? We can see in the dark.” Carter chuckled, a smile stretching across his face.