“Yeah.” Derek swallows and gives me a sad smile. “He’s stressed and not well. He doesn’t listen to me. Maybe he’ll listen to you.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I murmur, worry setting in. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Carter is going through something that he doesn’t talk about.
He’ll tell me once he’s more comfortable.
“We can set up over here,” Carter calls out, waving us over. I push my worries away, my heart skipping as I take in how happy he looks as he smiles at me. He doesn’t let his touch stray far from me. The moment I’m near him, his hands are touching me, holding me, letting me know I’m the only one he has eyes for, despite the women in the crowd eyeing him.
I’ve never been with anyone quite like him. Deep in my heart, something tells me we might just save each other.
23
Carter
Teddy’s grin is infectious. We’re in the middle of a hundred musicians, but she’s the only one I want to hear. When the music starts, she opens her mouth, belting out the lyrics to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing”.
Derek sings along uncomfortably before backing up to snap some photos. I grin at him as I bellow into the mic. I’m not a terrible singer. I’m nowhere near Teddy or Luke in terms of pipes, but I can hold my own. My mom always wanted me to sing. She even had me take lessons until Dad found out.
Teddy grins at me throughout the song. I sing like my life depends on it. I dance, causing Teddy to laugh, her fingers still strumming her guitar as her green eyes sparkle. Derek snaps photo after photo, smiling right along with us. It’s some of the most fun I’ve ever had.
It’s just hundreds of people, enjoying the music. There are photographers from local stations snapping photos even. Usually, I shy away from the cameras, hating being in the papers. This time doesn’t feel like it’ll be so bad. At least it’s not a scandal or me tearing apart someone’s livelihood.
Ten points awarded for my charisma, I guess.
By the time the afternoon is over, we’ve sung and danced ourselves out.
“Hungry?” I ask Teddy as she sags against me.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles.
I chuckle and nod to Derek. “Food?”
“Hell yeah,” he says with a grin. “Let’s get some Mexican. I’ve been craving it since we hit Houston.”
“Teddy Bear, Mexican good with you?”
“Tacos are life.” She cuddles against me as we walk.
I let out a contented sigh. This is what life is supposed to be like. I wish I’d have known sooner.
When we make it back to the Beastmaster, Derek takes Molly out after she practically tackles us at the door in excitement over our return. Derek casts me a knowing smirk before he leaves me with Teddy.
“You were incredible today,” I say, pulling her to me and kissing her gently. She smiles against my lips.
“Thank you, but I was there. I heard you sing. You’ve been holding out on us, Mr. George.”
“Mm, maybe a bit,” I murmur in a husky voice, my mouth finding hers again. “Teddy Bear, I want you.”
“You have me,” she breathes out, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her head lolls to the side as I kiss her neck.
“Do I?” My hot breath on her neck causes her to shiver against me.
“Carter,” she moans, her hand rubbing my hard cock through my pants.
“Tell me what you want,” I say as I move the strap of her tank top aside to kiss her collarbone.
“I want you. Please,” she pleads, unzipping my pants.
“Baby, we don’t have enough time before Derek comes back for me to do all the things to you that I want to do.” I chuckle. “But maybe I can help alleviate some pressure.”
Without another word, I lift her up. Her legs wrap around me, and I walk her to my room where I slide the door closed and lay her on the bed. In moments, I have her skirt pulled up and her panties down.
I trail my hands between her legs, pushing them apart to reveal her pretty, pink, glistening pussy to me.
Eyes filled with wanting lock on mine as I move my face between her legs. I plant a chaste kiss on her moist lips before darting my tongue out to taste her. Her back arcs as she lets out a whimper.
“Fuck, baby, you taste like my kind of heaven.” I plunge in, face first, like a man starving. She lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life as I flick my tongue over her hot center. Her fingers are in my hair, pulling my face closer. I grip her hips tight, devouring her.
Her breathing kicks up as I work my tongue against her. My girl is about to burst. I insert a finger inside her, and she moans again. Deciding I want to go for more, I insert another finger, my mouth never leaving her sweetness.
She bucks against my face, whimpering my name and calling out to God as her pussy tightens around me. I lick like a greedy bastard, not wanting to waste one drop of her. Only when her movements still and her breathing slows do I come up for air.
“Carter,” she says, her voice hoarse. “Let me do you—”
“No.” I shake my head at her. “We don’t have time, Teddy Bear. We can worry about me later.”
She pulls me up to her, and I take her in my arms and hold her.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind sucking your—”
“Teddy, I swear if you finish that sentence, I’ll come undone right in my pants,” I growl, nipping her bottom lip. She giggles beneath me. The door to the Beastmaster opens with a creak.
“Times up, beautiful.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Let’s get some food then maybe when we get back you can help me relieve some stress.”
Her eyes sparkle as she stares back at me.
“OK,” she agrees.
I move off the bed and slap her bare ass, leaving a handprint before I rub it gently and drop a kiss on the redness. She practically purrs beneath me.
Oh, my sweet, sexy girl.
“Don’t wear your panties,” I whisper in her ear before backing away from her. Her lips part, but judging by the look in her eyes, I know she won’t fight me on it.
The little Mexican restaurant we find is divine. Derek and his Google abilities. He and Teddy could probably join forces and start a private investigation firm with their combined search skills.
I ask for a booth in the back, and we’re escorted to a quaint table in the far corner, my hand sliding down to feel Teddy’s ass through her thin, floral skirt as we walk.
“What would you like to drink?” the waitress asks in a thick Spanish accent.
“Water for me,” Derek says.
“Same,” Teddy chimes in, “and a margarita.”
“Same for me,” I say, winking at Teddy.
The waitress nods and hands us menus before leaving.
“This place smells fantastic,” Derek says, settling back in his seat, his eyes glued to the menu. “I want to eat everything. Oh shit, there’s even a salsa bar. I’m in.”
“Me too,” I whisper in Teddy’s ear.
She giggles for me, her hand resting high on my thigh. I’m grinning like a fool. I probably look like a maniac sitting there. I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so much in my entire life.
“I think I’m going to have tacos,” Derek says, pulling me away from Teddy for a moment. “No, enchiladas.” He grows quiet for a moment. “Shit. I want a burrito too.”
I laugh at him.
“Get it all. We’ll take the leftovers with us.”
Derek doesn’t need telling twice. I take a moment to eye my menu. I trail my fingers up Teddy’s bare thigh and beneath her skirt. She spreads her legs for me without me telling her to.
Perfect.
I skim my fingers against her silken pussy, feeling how wet she is. My eyes are still on the menu, but I chance a glance at her to see her biting her lip and her breathing growing heavier.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning in to speak into her ear, my finger skimming against her slick entrance.
“N-nothing,” she stammers back.
I smirk at her, enjoying the way she feels against my fingers. I tease her just enough to get her hot and bothered, knowing it’ll make our night that much more fun.
I don’t stop when the waitress comes back with our drinks and asks for our order.
Derek orders everything he talked about, including chimichangas. I go with enchiladas. Then the waitress turns to Teddy. Her cheeks are flushed.
I grin at her.
“She’ll take the taco dinner. Add an extra order of tacos on there as well as another order of enchiladas,” I say, my fingers still rubbing Teddy, not missing a beat. Derek looks at me questioningly for ordering for her before seeming to not care. He folds his menu and hands it back to the waitress with mine and Teddy’s.
I play the game with her for a few minutes until I knew she’s ready to burst. Then I pull away. She lets out a soft cry of protest which she quickly covers with a cough.
“More water?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, please,” she answers.
Derek is too busy watching the mariachi band play to notice us. I kiss her gently before moving to whisper in her ear, “I’ll finish this when we get back, Teddy Bear.”
Her green eyes peer back at me with all the answer I need.
24
Teddy
Carter nearly kills me at dinner. By the time we get back, I’m barely keeping myself together.
“I’m going to bed,” Derek proclaims, rubbing his belly after putting our massive amount of takeout in the fridge. “That food was delicious, but it’s sitting heavy.”
We bid him goodnight as we sit on the sofa.
“Did you have a good night?” Carter asks, trailing a finger down my arm.
“I did. Up until you stopped,” I say, challenging him.
Please say we’ll finish what you started!
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Teddy, if you want something from me, just say so.”
His hand stops its trek, a tremor going through it. I crinkle my eyebrows down at his shaking hand then look back at him. He’s wearing a scowl, but quickly rights it into an impassive look.
“Carter, are you O—”
I’m silenced as his mouth meets mine in a hot kiss. All coherent thought leaves my mind as his tongue tangles with mine, his hand up my skirt again.
“I want you,” I breathe out between kisses. “Please, Carter.”
He growls against my mouth. Derek’s soft snores sound in the background. Good. He’s sleeping.
Without our mouths disconnecting, Carter lifts me up and hauls me to his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist. He places me on the bed. But this time when he tries to press me to my back, I sit up straight and unzip his pants. He smirks down at me.
“Whatcha got there, pretty girl?” he asks as I push his pants and boxers down to reveal his incredible length.
I’ve been dying to feel its velvety smoothness since the last time I struggled to wrap my fingers around it. This time, I want my mouth around him.
I respond by running my tongue down his cock, causing a low, hissing breath to leave him. Carter is a big guy. As intimidated as I am by his size, I know it’s something I want to conquer.
I lick the head of his cock, slowly pulling him into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans as I move him in and out.
Both his hands tangle in my hair as he moans softly. I love how salty sweet he is. I suck harder, wanting to taste more of him.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, it’s going to severely impact our evening,” he says in a husky voice.
He gently removes his dick from my mouth before pushing me onto my back, situating himself between my legs. The heat between us makes me pant. His cock brushes my entrance, teasing me.
“Please don’t make me wait,” I beg, rocking myself beneath him.
“Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, kissing me.
His cock torments me until I’m shamelessly rubbing my pussy against him. We’re both panting, our mouths hot on one another’s.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers, slowing down. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.”
“It’s OK. It’s fine,” I assure him, breathless. “I’m on the pill.” Even if I wasn’t, I’ve reached the point of wanting him so much that damn everything else. He pushes forward, bringing with him a pinch of fire as he enters me.
“Oh, my god,” I whimper as he fills me completely.
He grunts his approval before moving in and out slowly. My nails dig in his back, urging him to give me more. He obliges by rocking hard into me. His hands cradle my breasts, caressing, kneading and teasing them with his fingers. When he slows and removes himself from me, I stutter out a whimper that makes him chuckle softly.
With a sly, teasing smile, he bends forward and licks a warm path from my navel to each nipple, taking them one by one into his mouth.
“Carter,” I breathe out, the burning need in my core growing with each tongue twirl he does on my nipples.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs as his hot mouth moves lower until his tongue is darting out at the apex of my thighs. A moan of ecstasy leaves his lips as he delves into my folds face first, licking and sucking at all the places that make my toes curl.
My vision darkens as the tingles come.
“Carter.” I can barely breathe as the orgasm overtakes me, causing my body to tremble as the pleasure ebbs and flows through me.
With a final lick, Carter withdraws his face from between my legs and gives me a teasing smile.
“Good things come to those who wait.” He laughs softly, planting a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
I smile dazedly at him, still lost in the fog of how incredible he is. His lips trail back up until they’re pressed to my mouth again, his cock rubbing against my sensitive pussy.
I let out a squeal of surprise when his hands press against my hips, and he tugs me onto him. He inches forward into me more, my legs bent, riding higher on his thighs. He moves into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. A small twinge of pain teases the edge of my pleasure.
I want to call out as the pressure tingles and builds within me, but I remember Derek and bite my lip, locking the moans in their warm prison.
I wrap my legs around him, never wanting him to stop whatever magic he’s working on me. My hands grip and twist the sheets as he picks up speed. My back arches as my orgasm sends me spiraling over the edge. A moment later, he comes with me, letting out a low groan against my neck.
He balances himself over me on his arms, both of us sweaty and breathless.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, kissing me gently. “I wish I’d have met you earlier, Teddy Bear.”
His voice is soft and sad, making my heart clench.
“You have me now though, Carter.”
He kisses me again, his words on my lips.
“And you have me. Always.”
I wake up to Carter planting soft kisses on my skin, following the hollow along my left hip. He must have started near my feet, because there’s a cool trail of wetness rising from my ankles. His fingers trail first then kisses follow. When he gets to the soft indentation by my belly, I raise my arm above my head.
“Did I wake you?” he murmurs softly.
“I’m dreaming of the most luxurious kisses on my skin. Please don’t wake me.”
“Never.” He scoots himself higher up my body, his hard-on brushing against the curve of my ass, and a soft moan escapes from my lips. His body spoons mine, as he continues kissing the tender flesh of my neck. The scruff of his day-old stubble scrapes my shoulder. I lift my leg just enough for his cock to nestle into the warmth between my legs.
His arm encircles me, his fingers splaying across my belly, stopping to rest for a moment. He sighs heavily in my ear. “Exactly where I want to be.”
“Mmhmm,” I agree. “Exactly where I want you.” Moonlight streams into the room through a small sliver of an opening in the curta
ins. I lift my head and see it’s 3:48 am. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I’m making up for lost time, and I’m so far behind.”
“So far behind at what? Work?” I roll onto my back to look at his face, concern filling my mind from his cryptic words.
“No,” he whispers against my shoulder. “Far behind in loving you. Now, shhhh. Let me get back to my work.” He pushes me back onto my side, and trails kisses down my spine. As he moves further down my body, he positions me on my stomach, and lays his cheek against the rump of my ass like a pillow, snuggling into it. His thumb gently massages the tender flesh of my inner thigh.
His fingers inch closer and closer to my wet core while he draws invisible circles on my skin. His face is still resting on my butt cheeks. I look over my shoulder at him. His eyes are closed. “What are you doing back there?”
“Shhhhh. I’m dreaming of all the ways to make your ass mine.”
“Just my ass? There are other parts that might like you to own them too.”
“Oh, really?” He pulls himself up onto his knees, spreading my legs wide. He crawls closer to me, lifting my thighs so that I’m slightly on my knees, waiting. “You’re not going to…” I stop to swallow the nervous knot in my throat. I’ve never done that before. Not that I’m not curious. If I were to give it to anyone, Carter George would be the man I’d choose. I almost say so, but he speaks again.
“Relax, Teddy Bear. I won’t do that to you unless you ask me to. For now, I want to feel you from a different angle.”
He reaches forward with his fingers and strokes my clit, teasing my folds with his thumb. I rock back and forth, moving up onto my elbows and arching my back, preparing to take him deeper. “Carter, I need you. I need hard and fast,” I say panting.
He pushes into me, filling me up with his length. His tight grip on my hips is hot and steady, pulling me onto him faster and faster, over and over.
The scruff of his facial hair brushes against my shoulders as he leans in to kiss my heated skin.
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