Carter (The Harlow Brothers Book 1)

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by Brie Paisley


  He sucks and pulls at my sensitive nipple with his hot mouth. I can’t stop from pushing my breasts to him wanting more. He chuckles then says, “You still love this?” He takes my other breast with his mouth, while his other hand kneads my other at the same time. He pinches my wet nipple with his forefinger and thumb before declaring, “I remember everything you love, Shel.” I moan in agreement, thinking how could either one of us forget something that feels so fucking good. His hips press into me again as he takes one final nip at my breast. Then he starts to kiss down my ribs making it to my stomach, but once he reaches my pants he stops to look at me. I raise my head, wondering what he’s up to as he traces his fingertips ever so lightly above my jeans. “Do you know what I want to do, Shel?”

  I have an idea, but I breathlessly answer with, “No.”

  He grins, then plants a kiss under my belly button. He sits on his knees eyes focused on mine, as he unbuttons my jeans. I bite my lip wishing he’d hurry, but I don’t speak. I can’t form the words even if I wanted to. Carter has me in a seductive trance. One that I find I don’t want to ever break. I glance down as he unzips my blue jeans, and I lift my hips when he starts to pull them down. Soon my jeans find the floor with the rest of my clothes, and all that’s left is my panties. My head falls back down on the pillow when both of his hands glide up my legs. He reaches to the top of my panties, slowly pulling them down as I raise my hips for him. Glancing down at him, my nipples harden as he moves back in between my legs, and firmly grips my thighs. “Do you know now, Shelby?” He asks with a groan. He’s inches away from my aching and wanting pussy. I arch my hips willing him to do exactly what I want him to.

  “Carter, please,” I cry out begging and pleading for him to devour me.

  “Please what?”

  I swallow, knowing he wants me to ask for it. My face flushes as does my whole body and I tell him, “You know what I want.”

  My eyes roll in the back of my head as his tongue licks me from top to bottom, and I’m left panting, craving more when he asks, “This what you want?”

  He licks me again, and again, before I scream out, “Yes, please, Carter! More.”

  I feel the vibrations of his groan. A sound I’m loving more and more when he stops again. “I remember you loving this very much.”

  I raise up to my elbows and demand, “Carter, please stop teasing me and either fuck me, or use your tongue again.” He chuckles, but he finally gives in and starts licking and sucking on my pussy. I fall back as I let out a cry of pleasure, arching my hips with his slow and deliberate strokes. His tongue dips in and out of me, and I don’t try to stop the loud moans that escape me. He sucks hard on my clit as his hands on my thighs tighten their hold keeping me in place. I feel nothing but him. Nothing but sweet and blissful sensations raging havoc on my body. My stomach clenches as he nips at my sensitive clit and I push my hips closer to his mouth seeking more of his skillful tongue.

  I instantly feel the familiar build of euphoria coming. I don’t fight it. When Carter stops, I let out a frustrated groan wondering if he’s just going to tease me all night. I open my eyes watching him as he hovers over me still wearing his jeans, as he says against my lips, “As much as I love your taste when you come, I want to be inside you. I have to feel you come undone on me. With me.” I suck in a breath, finding I’m loving this side of him. When we had sex as teenagers it was sweet and innocent, since we were each other’s firsts. But it was also awkward until after a few times. He never was controlling in the bedroom or assertive. It’s a change. One that I’m thrilled to see happen.

  I lean up desperate to rid him of his clothes as quickly as possible. My hands fumble with his belt, and I hear him snicker as I cuss. He takes my hands off his belt, and I stare into his eyes as he undresses. He has a satisfied grin, and I’m sure it’s because I’ve turned into a sex fiend for him. I gaze down at his skillful hands as he unbuttons his jeans, and wet my lips wanting to taste him. My eyes slowly look him over, appreciative of his strong physique. He’s not overly muscular, just enough to turn me on more as I take him in. My gaze is broken when he leaves the bed to discard his pants, and he stops for a second before taking off his boxer briefs. I glance up at him seeing him watching me, then he swiftly pulls his boxers down. I swallow deeply as my eyes travel down his body, and they stop at his rigid cock. I smirk when it jumps at my attention and look back up. I beckon him to take me with a crook of my finger, and he happily obliges.

  He crawls over me, arms on either side of me, and I hold on to them needing to feel him more. He leans his head closer as I raise mine to kiss him deeply, passionately, and with so much love flowing through me into him. I can taste myself on him and the thought of him licking and pleasing me, makes my pussy clench with want and longing. I open my legs wider to accommodate him as he pushes his hips into me. I can feel his hard cock against me, his warmth, and everything in me wants him to take me, claim me, and never stop. He ends our kiss to stare at me, and I feel his cock right at my entrance. My hands move to his lower back pulling him closer, needing him inside of me, and the intensity in his eyes makes my pussy clench again with a feverous want. The need to be filled is driving me mad. “Carter, please.” I beg.

  “Fuck, Shel. I love hearing my name coming from your lips.” He slowly slides the tip of his cock in and we both groan, feeling the instant pleasure from it. “Please tell me you’re on some sort of birth control,” he asks, stopping all movement.

  “Yes,” I breathe out. “I have an implant in my arm.” I don’t tell him Easton made me get it, but at the time I didn’t want kids either.

  I push all thoughts of Easton out of mind, knowing he doesn’t belong here in this moment as Carter says, “Good because I can’t have any barriers between us.” As soon as the words leave his lips, he thrusts into me deeply making me call out incoherent words. My head rolls back, and my eyes close as he slowly pushes in and out of me. My hands move up to his arm, and to his shoulder as my legs tighten around him, keeping him right where I need him. I let the pleasure take over, as he stops to pull my chin down with his fingers. “Stay with me, Shel.”

  Slowly opening my eyes, I say with a sultry voice. “I’m here, Carter.” My eyes stay on his as he takes me, claims me for his own, forever branding me. I can feel it in my heart, my mind, and my soul. I’ll forever be his and nothing will come between us after this.

  His thrusts are unrushed as he takes his time filling me with the bliss only he can bring me. I arch my hips meeting his thrusts, and his hands grab mine. His grip tightly holds onto mine as he pulls them over my head. I’ve never felt more connected to him than I do now. It’s hard not to feel the love, the tenderness, and the absolute passion as he pushes deep inside me hitting my favorite spot over and over. I can feel my orgasm building, and it won’t be long before I fall over the edge. Carter’s pace quickens, but our gaze never wavers.

  This isn’t fucking. This isn’t just another roll in the hay. This is special, meaningful, and it’s us making love. Pouring everything we have into each other. I don’t want it to end. I want this moment, the overwhelming surge of love and pleasure to last for a lifetime, but I know I can’t hold my orgasm from taking over me any longer. My entire body is screaming for release. My toes curl as my body tenses, waiting for me just to let go and come completely and utterly undone.

  Carter leans down and pushes his tongue deep in my mouth. I take all he gives relishing in the sweet bliss. He pulls back locking gazes with me again as he says with a groan, “Let me feel you, Shelby. Let go for me.”

  It’s my undoing.

  It’s soul shattering, heart stopping, and absolutely breathtaking.

  I cry out, letting the immense release rush through me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I never knew our love could be this powerful. Our hands tighten and when I feel Carter’s release, it sends me in a carnal frenzy. A second orgasm takes me by surprise, and his pace slows, letting me ride out every wave of satisfaction t
hat flows through me.

  Carter’s deep thrusts slowly stop and he rests his head on mine as our grip loosens, and I wrap my hands around his neck. He plants sweet and gentle kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and finally on my lips. I feel his heart racing in his chest just as fast as mine is. I take a deep breath trying to calm my panting, as he strokes my cheek and stares down at me with a loving gaze. I let my legs relax and rub my hands up and down his back, savoring the feel of his weight and warmth against me. He places a final peck on my lips and slowly pulls out of me, making us both groan. He lays next to me, still touching me, and I let out a deep and satisfied breath. I turn to him and smile as I caress his cheek. We eventually make our way to the bathroom to clean up, and he never once stops touching me.

  Once we’re clean, we get back in bed facing each other as our bodies intertwine. There isn’t a part of us not touching, and it’s exactly what I need to make this night even more enjoyable. Carter’s hand roam down my arm, thigh, and slowly makes his way back up to brush my hair off my shoulder. I’ve craved intimacy like this for a long time. It’s something I never once had with Easton, and my heart swells with contentment. Carter is the only man that can make me feel so loved, adored, and perfectly cared for. We talk about anything and everything. We laugh more than once, and I love how easy it is to be around him. Being able to be who I really am.

  Carter leaves for a few seconds to grab us some water, and I stare at his tattoo on his back as he leaves the room. When he returns, he hands me the glass of water first letting me drink my fill, before he does the same. He gets back into bed resuming how he was before he got up, and I ask, “Will you tell me what your tattoo means?” I have a feeling it means more than just a random piece of artwork.

  He sighs, rubbing my arm, as he says, “It was my reminder.” When I frown, he explains more. “It was a reflection of my pain for losing you, and what I did to myself. It was the only way I knew how to really show what my heart looked like after I pushed you away.”

  I gaze into his eyes, and wish I could take away the pain he’s remembering. I caress his cheek telling him, “We’ll heal each other, Carter. What we have is all we need, and one day those wounds won’t hurt so much.”

  He grins, kisses me sweetly, and starts running his fingertips up and down my arm. His brown eyes never leave mine, and we just enjoy each other. He begins to trace his finger down the side of my cheek, then to my chin. I can’t help but look away from his loving gaze as his finger moves down to the scar on my lip. I don’t want our moment to end, and I know if he asks how I got it, it’ll do just that. I won’t lie to him. I won’t avoid my past any longer because there’s no point. I used to fear him not wanting me after what I went through, but he’ll always want me. Even if I’m broken, he’ll slowly repair the damage. He’ll slowly put my shattered heart back together, and I know he’ll never let me go again.

  I suck in a deep breath when he asks me the question I knew he would. “Why did you leave South Carolina, Shelby?”

  I swallow and look back up to him as I say, “It wasn’t just one thing. It was a combination of regrets and betrayal.”

  “How did you get the scar?” He asks as he runs his forefinger over it once more.

  I want to tell him everything. I want to purge myself of all the hell I went through, and get rid of all the pain I felt during that time in my life. But a part of me knows once I tell him, I can never erase it. He’ll know everything there is to know, and I don’t want him to blame himself like he did before. I most definitely don’t want him to get angry and do something stupid. I sigh deeply and stare back at him, knowing he’s waiting for me to open up to him completely. His caress on my cheek gives me the strength I need to begin. “I changed when I moved to South Carolina in so many ways. At first, it wasn’t as noticeable. At least not to me, but I slowly began to see how vulnerable and lost I was without you.” Carter continues to caress me with his gentle touch, letting me know that I can open up fully and trust him. “When I first met Easton, he was nice to me, and we quickly became friends. He was kind and was always showing me how caring he could be, but I never knew someone could hide who they truly were so well until I married him.” I frown thinking about it now, and I wonder if I only agreed to marry him because of how lonely I was. How confused and hopeless I felt no matter what I did. I never felt the consuming love that flows through me now with Easton, and I realize I never loved him at all. How could I? I’ve always loved Carter and no amount of time apart will ever change that.

  “Easton must have sensed how broken I was. It’s the only thing I can think of as to why he latched onto me. Our first year of marriage wasn’t so bad, but he slowly began to manipulate me into doing things I’d never even think about doing. Things like changing my hair color, what to wear, how to act, and what to think basically. He would twist his words in such a way that I thought I had to change, and had to be perfect for him. I felt insignificant when he would tell me how to talk properly to his friends, and I tried so hard to be flawless for him. But he changed me, molded me into the woman he wanted to show off to his rich friends and family. I can’t tell you why I stayed after I realized what he was doing.” I pause and I look away from him, ashamed I was that type of woman. I should’ve known better, or should’ve left when I first saw the signs all but slapping me in the face. I know why I stayed though. It’s because I had nowhere else to go, nowhere that I belonged anymore, and Easton made damn sure to remind me of that on several occasions.

  I stayed because I didn’t have any other choice. I stayed because after a while, I thought I deserved everything Easton did, or said to me.

  “When my mother moved down the road from us, things started getting worse than it was. She adored Easton, and she saw how he treated me. She egged him on when he would try to control me most of the time. She constantly belittled me, always agreeing with Easton. I couldn’t do anything to please either one of them.” I stare at Carter’s chest listening to his heavy breaths as I continue on. I know he’s not liking anything I’m telling him. His light touching has stopped, but his hand is still on my arm. I can’t look up at him, and see the regret and guilt in his eyes like earlier. “I’d finally had enough about five years after we were married. I started to stand up for myself hoping Easton and my Mother would change, but it didn’t work. If anything it made them crueler than before.” My voice breaks and I clear my throat a few times before I can keep telling him all of it. “That’s when Easton would leave for weeks, sometimes months on end, just to deprive me of touch. He would make sure I was alone, and made all the friends I thought I had stay away from me. His family name held so much power over the town we lived in, and it made me feel like an outcast. It showed me who I could count on, and who was just there for the social status. All I had during those times was my job, and it was the only thing that kept me going most days. Sometimes Mom would stay with me, but it wasn’t to keep me company, and do what normal mothers do. I realized it became her job to continue with the mental abuse while Easton was gone. There’s only so many times someone can say you’re worthless and will never be loved by anyone, before you start to believe it. I started to believe everything they would tell me thinking I just had to stay and endure it. I slowly began to lose myself more than I’d ever had, and I didn’t know what to do to change it from continuing to happen time and time again.”

  I feel Carter take my hand and I sigh, willing my tears away as he rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. He’s still trying to comfort me, and I’m grateful for his touch. It’s keeping me grounded and from not completely falling apart. “One day I came home early from work because I was sick. The flu was going around, and I knew Easton wasn’t home since he was gone on a business trip. When I saw his Lexus parked in the driveway, I instantly knew something was wrong. I should’ve listened to my instincts and the alarm bells going off in my head, but I didn’t. I ignored everything in me telling me not to go inside the house thinking I was overreacting, or was feeling
so uneasy because I wasn’t feeling good.” I shut my eyes, knowing if I don’t I’ll lose control over my tears, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish. “I walked inside noticing the house was eerily quiet. I remember my heart racing for no apparent reason and when I walked into the kitchen, I saw two wine glasses sitting on the counter. An empty bottle of wine sat by the glasses, and I knew it wasn’t from me. My first thought was that Mom came over with a friend. But that thought was quickly washed away when I began to walk upstairs. I heard them before I even got to the door. I remember my hand shaking as I reached for the doorknob, knowing what I was about to see. I wasn’t stupid, but I never in my life realized how vindictive, and malicious Easton and Mom could be until that moment.” Carter’s hold on my hand tightens and I’m glad for it. He’s holding me here, in the present, not drifting back to the absolute horrid day. “I pushed the door open, and my mouth fell open as I saw Easton fucking Mom. I was disgusted, and I had to cover my mouth to hold back the bile from spilling. All I could hear was her cries of pleasure and when she looked at me then smiled, I dashed back downstairs. I emptied my stomach in the sink, realizing this had to have been going on for a long time. It made sense to me as to why she moved there and quickly attached herself to Easton.”

  I open my eyes as Carter slowly raises my head with a finger under my chin. I gaze into his brown eyes trying to find the courage to let it all go. All the pain, suffering. The loneliness. Carter’s eyes hold me captive, and when he brushes his fingers against my face as lone tear escapes. “What else happened, Shel?”

  I don’t want to tell him, but the feeling doesn’t last long. I’ve kept so many feelings and regrets bottled up for so long. I didn’t have anyone to unburden to when I left, and now that Carter is here, back in my life, I know I can tell him everything. He won’t judge me. He won’t make me feel weak for opening up, or for actually letting someone close to me. I can trust Carter. He uses his thumb to wipe away my tear when another one rolls down my cheek. “Easton came running after me. He tried to make excuses, to get me to listen, but I was done. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d reached my limit of being fucked with, and I told him so. He was shocked and for a second, he looked hurt. I didn’t care though. I told him how much I hated him, how revolted I was that he’d been with my mother.” I suck in a breath and clench my jaw as I replay the memory of what happened after I told Easton I was leaving. “I turned to leave and that’s when he grabbed me. He’d done it before, pushed me a few times, but he’d never actually hit me. Not until that day at least. I tried to jerk my arm out of his grip, but he pulled down hard and when I yelled at him to let me go, he backhanded me. He hit me so hard, I fell and hit the counter before landing on the floor.”

 

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