“Yeah,” I groan, peppering more kisses to her neck, my cock growing against her arse.
I slip my hands under her top, my need to feel her skin against mine all-consuming.
But at the same time I do, she spins in my arms. With the fridge still wide open, I move her to the side so she presses up against the counter when I step closer.
“Carter?” she asks, her desire-filled eyes bouncing between mine.
“You hungry, doll?”
Her eyes drop to my chest and lower before she bites down on her bottom lip. Oh yeah, she’s hungry.
Lifting my hand, I press my thumb against her chin and pull her flesh free before taking it in my own mouth. The taste of her and the coffee she’s already had mixes with my minty breath.
She sags against the counter as she accepts my kiss. Her hands lift and make their way up my chest, but I help her out by lifting her and sitting her on the edge. Parting her knees, I step between them, ensuring my now fully erect cock presses against her pussy.
“You feel that?” I mumble against her lips.
She nods. Her arms rest over my shoulders as she plays with the hair on my neck, making me shudder with pleasure.
“It’s what happens every time I look at you, doll.”
“Carter,” she moans, her head falling back as I take her breasts in my hands and squeeze gently. Her nipples are pert beneath the fabric, and she gasps when I pinch them. Hard.
“Off,” I demand, finding the bottom of the fabric and tugging it up and over her head. The second her breasts are exposed, I drop my lips to them.
“Hmm… So good, doll. So fucking sweet,” I say between kisses and licks.
“Oh god,” she groans, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter.
“You really wanna meet him?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow.
“W-what?”
I don’t respond. Instead, I tap her hips with my fingers, signalling for her to lift. She does so immediately, and in seconds, I have her naked on her kitchen worktop.
“Now that’s a breakfast I can’t refuse.” I drop to my knees, barely even feeling the sting from the tiled floor as I part her lips and find her clit with my tongue.
She cries out, her hips lifting. But with my hands holding her thighs wide, she’s not got far she can go.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she chants as I slide two fingers inside her. She’s still as tight as I remember, and my cock weeps to feel her gripping it tight.
I look up her body. Her chest is heaving, her nipples rosy and peaked. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are locked on me.
My breath catches as our connection holds. It’s like she reaches into my chest and squeezes my damn heart.
“Carter.” My name is part warning, part plea, making me realise that I’ve stopped moving.
“Sorry,” I mumble against her and get back to work.
At the point I feel her start to fall, I pull out and back away.
“W-what the… what the fuck are you doing?” she barks, her eyes wide as she stares at me in disbelief.
“Finishing properly.”
I push my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and push them down my thighs. Her eyes drop to my hard length, and she swallows as she stares.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Nothing, doll. Absolutely nothing.” I step up to her, wrapping my hands around the back of her knees so I can open her up for me. “Go on,” I encourage, nodding down at where my cock is teasing her entrance.
She hesitates to start with, but her hand is soon moving towards my length. A loud growl rumbles up my throat as she wraps her fingers around it and helps to guide me inside her.
We cry out simultaneously as we find a rhythm. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I drop my fingers to her clit and help push her towards the release she lost not so long ago.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Let go, doll.” And she does. She squeezes down on me impossibly tightly as she crashes over the edge, successfully pulling me over with her.
Dropping my head to her neck, I breath her in and try to calm my racing heart.
“Well, that wasn’t quite what I had in mind for breakfast.”
“Walk about in tiny things like that and you might find it happening more often.”
“You like me in satin, huh?”
“I like you in nothing more.” I pinch her nipple and she yelps in surprise.
“Carter,” she warns, although if the way her pussy rippled is anything to go by then she doesn’t really want me to stop. “We need to eat, then I’m going for a run.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m not?” she asks in shock as I allow her down from the counter.
“No. I’ve got something better in mind.”
“Should I be worried?”
“I guess that all depends on how hard you want me to go on you.”
“Hard, Carter. Always hard.” She winks and then sashays naked from the room.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, watching her arse sway, my cock hardening once again at the sight.
24
Danni
After having a quick shower, Carter leaves me to do my thing in the bathroom. I watch him walk out with a towel wrapped around his waist, feeling a little disappointed. He might have just taken me on the kitchen counter but I was slightly hopeful for a second round.
Those thoughts are soon squashed when the scent of breakfast cooking filters in. I hate to admit it, but Carter being here so far has a lot more pros than cons. The orgasms, the food, the banter. I might think he’s a bit of an idiot, but I must admit that I’m really coming around to his brand of idiot. I think back to how he acted yesterday when we started talking about qualifications. It was immediately oblivious that it was a subject he wasn’t happy discussing, but I’ll stand by what I said. I don’t care if he has no qualifications; it’s work ethic, drive, and passion I want. I couldn’t care less how book smart anyone is. I really wasn’t expecting him to disappear off to clear his head. It left me with so many questions, but I don’t feel like I should ask. We’re just getting to know each other, and I don’t want to bring up any subject that causes him to react like that.
I shake the thoughts from my head, pull on my running clothes, and tie my hair up before going to see what he’s putting together in the kitchen.
“Perfect timing, breakfast is served.”
“Whoa, that looks incredible.”
“It’s just eggs, bacon and avocado, a side of toast for me, and a smoothie.”
“It’s way above the standard of my usual breakfast.”
He pulls my chair out for me as I approach the table, and I can’t help swooning. Who is this amazing guy, and how did he end up with the title of my husband? And isn’t that the million-dollar question, because while I might not be asking about his meltdown yesterday, I’m equally not asking about the truth from that night.
I sigh, and he doesn’t miss it.
“You like it all, right?”
“Yes, yes. It’s perfect.” The smile that curls up at his lips would knock me on my arse if I were standing.
The second I’m settled, I grab my knife and fork and tuck in to prove that this is beyond anything I was expecting.
“So where are we going?” I ask as I follow him from the flat. He’s wearing a pair of shorts that are hanging low on his hips, and a fitted shirt. It’s even more mouth-watering than the breakfast, but I’m not telling him that.
“We’re going to work out my way. I’m all for a jog around the park, but I prefer something a little more whole body.”
Now I’m intrigued. A car pulls up in front of the curb and we climb in.
“This isn’t quite what I had in mind,” I admit, relaxing in the back of the Uber.
“I don’t want to wear you out before you even get there.”
I watch London go past as we travel across the city to yet another part I’ve never been to before. It’s full of wa
rehouses, some still in use, some which seem derelict.
As Carter climbs from the car, I’ve no idea what I should expect.
He joins our fingers and walks me towards one of the derelict looking buildings. “Trust me, the inside is very different.”
He pulls the door open. Music and the sound of people instantly fill my ears. We make our way through reception, and I can’t believe my eyes. The most incredible boxing gym appears before me. The design is unbelievable. It’s like the kind of place you’d see in an old film. Everything is vintage looking.
My eyes dart around, taking it all in as we make our way past the men and women working out. Many acknowledge Carter with a nod or quick wave, but he doesn’t stop to talk to anyone.
“Ladies’ locker room. Drop your stuff, and I’ll meet you back out here. But be prepared. I’m about to put you through your paces.”
I look over his shoulder at all the punching, skipping, and weights going on. I’m pretty fit. I run at least three times a week. This shouldn’t be so hard. Right?
I drop my gym bag that he made me pack into one of the lockers before lifting my hands behind my neck to remove my necklace. My wedding ring still hangs in the centre. Carter might still proudly wear his, but I’m not at that stage yet. I’m still trying to get my head around the whole thing while being constantly amazed by the man who gave it to me.
I carefully place it into the small zip section of my bag and close the door to the locker, pinning the key to my sports bra.
He’s already outside waiting for me when I pull the door open and step out.
“Right, warm-up first, and then I’m going to show you how to throw a punch properly.”
“Who says I can’t already?” He stares at me with an eyebrow raised. “Okay fine, so I’ve no idea and I’ve never hit anyone.”
“Lucky for you, I’m almost an expert at it.”
Turns out, I was wrong about being fit, because I’m exhausted from Carter’s warm-up alone. My arms and legs now feel like jelly as I stand before him with giant gloves attached to my hands. This must be how babies feel with those scratch mitt things on.
“Remember, use your hips and hit the target as hard as you can.”
I do as I’m told, but I’m sure Carter barely even feels the impact of my fist hitting the padded block he’s holding up for me.
“Better,” he says encouragingly, but I’m sure he’s just trying to make me feel good.
I have about five more attempts before someone thankfully comes over to talk to Carter and gives me a reprieve.
“Titch, my man. How’s it going?” a loud voice booms across the fast space.
When Carter turns, his face transforms as he takes in the approaching man. “Mickey,” he says with a wide smile. “It’s been too long, man. How are things?”
“Fucking awesome. The circuit is doing better and better. This place is… well, you can see it. But what about you? You’ve not fought in how long now?”
“A long time,” he says, glancing over at me.
“Well, let’s get you in the ring then. What are you waiting for?”
“Nah, man. I’m just here teaching my girl some tricks.”
“Wait a goddamn fucking minute. You’ve got a girl?”
My cheeks heat as the man turns his attention to me. He’s older than Carter, by quite a few years I’d say. He’s obviously been a fighter, he’s got various scars—the most obvious on his bottom lip—and his nose has quite clearly been broken one too many times.
“Hey, I’m Danni.”
“My wife,” Carter admits proudly.
“Fuck off, someone of this calibre married you,” he says, looking between us.
“Nah, she was drunk. Doesn’t remember a second of it.” Mickey laughs, and I wonder if he thinks Carter is actually joking or not.
“Anyway, as I was saying. I’ve got a new guy, thinks he’s got what it takes. I, on the other hand, think his ego is too big to fit in the fucking ring, let alone to win a fight. You wanna knock him down a peg or two?”
“I dunno, Mick. It’s been months since I even had a friendly.”
“It’s like riding a bike, you know that. Come on, your girl here wants to see you in action, don’t you sweetheart?”
I shrug, because I’ve no idea what to say for the best. Carter might be resisting, but I saw the way he looked at the ring when we first entered and then how he’s watched the guys who’ve been sparring in there.
“Come on, he’s right over there.” Mickey looks up before shouting, “Xander. Get your arse over here.”
The guy in question immediately stops what he’s doing and heads over.
“Xand, this is—”
“I know who this is, Mick,” the young guy says with a roll of his eyes.
“Good. I’m glad Titch’s reputation precedes him. Now get taped up, both of you.”
“Wait, you want me to fight him?” A flicker of terror covers the guy’s face before he swallows it down and steps into Carter’s personal space. A sinister smile curls at his lips as the two men stand toe to toe.
“You keep telling me how good you are, boy. Time to prove your worth to me if you want a shot at the circuit.”
I glance to Carter. His face is set, a determination I’ve not experienced before oozing from him. He might have tried to convince Mickey otherwise, but it’s clear that he’s fully on board now the challenge has been laid down, and I can’t deny that a trickle of excitement races through me at the thought of watching him. I’ve never been a boxing fan, but then I’ve ever had someone quite like Carter to watch.
“Fine with me.”
“I hope you’re smarter than you look,” Carter spits down at the boy. “I’ve eaten bigger guys than you for breakfast.”
“Don’t you worry about me, old man. I’ll run fucking rings around you every day of the week.”
“That’s enough. Save it for the ring.”
Mickey stands between the two and pushes them in opposite directions.
“Come and sit over here. I need to know you’re safe.” Carter’s large hand rests in the small of my back and he guides me over to some seats that are quite a distance from the main ring.
“I won’t be able to see.”
“That could well be a good thing,” he mutters, but it’s more to himself than me. I don’t get to ask what he means, because he continues. “Stay here, okay? No matter what happens, I need to know you’re sitting here out of harm’s way.”
The serious expression on his face stops me from saying anything.
“Take this.” He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to my lap.
He bends so he can look into my eyes. “No matter what happens,” he repeats. “Stay the fuck here.” He reaches out and takes my chin in his fingers. I fight to swallow the dread that’s formed a giant ball in my throat. His lips press to mine for a quick yet powerful kiss. “Right here,” he warns again, pointing at the chair.
“Don’t you need gloves?” I ask as he takes a step back.
One side of his mouth quirks up in a smile. “Nah, not that kind of fight, doll.”
That dread I was already feeling drops into the pit of my stomach.
Fuck.
I watch with wide eyes as he tapes his knuckles, accepts a slap on the back from Mickey, and steps into the ring. Everyone who was previously working out must have figured out what’s going on, because they all start to make their way over. Thankfully—or not, I’m yet to know—no one stands in my way. I’ve got a perfect view of the ring and whatever’s about to happen.
Xander eventually joins Carter. The slight smirk that was previously on his face before is now a full-blown smile, and I understand what Mickey was saying about his ego. He thinks he’s God. I can’t help but hope that Carter’s about to teach him a lesson.
They start bouncing around, sizing each other up before Xander goes for Carter.
I squeal as he throws a punch and squeeze my eyes shut.
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�s only the roar of the crowd that makes me realise I can’t see anything, and I drag them open once more. Thankfully when I do it’s clear, even to a novice like me, that Carter is currently on top.
Fists fly, curses are barked, and people shout at the two fighters as they go at it. The bit of blood that first emerged soon turns into what seems like rivers of it.
The next time Xander starts laying into Carter, I find I can’t watch. Getting up from my seat, I all but run towards the women’s locker room. I need the image of him covered in his own blood gone from my mind.
This isn’t how today was meant to go. We were just going for a workout.
I pace back and forth on the tiled floor as the cheers, ooh and ahhs continue from out in the gym. Every time my breath catches wondering if he’s gone down, if Xander is getting the better of him.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
My hands tremble and my stomach turns over. A huge part of me wants to know, needs to know that he’s still standing and holding his own against the young one, but the other part is terrified I’ll watch as he’s seriously hurt.
I can’t do it. I can’t.
I’ve no idea how much time passes before a roar goes up and then everything goes quiet. My heart pounds as I wait to find out what happened.
I’m just about to leave the safety of my hideout to find out if he’s okay when there’s an almighty crash. I look up to find a bloody and very angry Carter storming my way.
“What did I tell you?” he barks. His eyes are wild as he stares at me.
“Fucking hell. Are you okay?”
“No. No I’m fucking not. And do you know why? Because you didn’t listen. I told you to stay there. I told you not to move.”
He continues towards me until I’ve no choice but to back up.
We eventually come to a stop in the middle of the showers.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t watch. I—” My words are cut off as his lips crash to mine.
My feet leave the floor, and my legs wrap around his waist. My back hits the wall and he leans forward, crushing me between him and the cold tiles.
“You didn’t fucking listen,” he mumbles against my lips. “I couldn’t find you.”
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