Trick You: A Brother's Best Friend Romance (Rebel Ink Book 2)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Need you,” he mutters, kissing across to the other side. “Need you so fucking bad.” My chest swells for this incredible but broken man before me. He’s so much more than I ever could have imagined that night I walked into the restaurant, expecting someone who looked totally different. But as it turns out, he’s exactly what I needed.

  I let go of all my preconceived thoughts about the man I thought I wanted and jump in with both feet.

  My fingers thread into his hair as he sucks and nips at me.

  “Carter,” I moan, encouraging him and fully giving myself over to him.

  He begins kissing down my stomach, but he gasps in pain as he tries to bend.

  “Stop,” I say, tugging lightly at his hair.

  “Dan, no. I need—” I place my fingers against his lips, halting his argument.

  “Shush, I know.” I hop down from the counter and take his hands in mine. “I was just going to suggest we do this elsewhere.”

  The smile that curls at his lips is wicked, and it hits me exactly where I think he intends.

  “Oh, well, in that case.”

  He allows me to pull him towards the bedroom.

  “Now lie down.”

  “But—”

  “No buts. You’re not in charge right now. I am.” I wink at him and spin on my tiptoes. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pull up my music and scroll until I find something suitable. I stop on Usher’s name, because I’m sure whatever comes on first will have the exact beat I’m after.

  I hit play and wait.

  The music fills the space around us that was previously only filled with our heavy breathing.

  “Doll?” Carter asks, his voice the encouragement I need.

  “You need a distraction? I’ll give you a distraction.”

  Channelling my inner stripper, I spin back to him and wiggle my hips in time with the music. This would probably be better if I weren’t already half naked, but it’s not like I’m going to re-dress now.

  Tucking my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, I make a show of pushing them down my hips. I turn my back on him and bend, giving him full view of my thong-clad arse as I push my leggings down.

  He groans. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

  I chuckle to myself, but when I turn and get a look at his tense, bruised face, I take pity on him.

  Pushing my last remaining item of clothing down my legs, I step towards the bed and press one knee into the mattress.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes drop from mine in favour of my body, and I still to allow him the time he needs.

  “Get up here.” He juts his chin out, showing me exactly where he wants me.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “My need to taste you is more insistent than my pain.”

  “But—” He lifts a brow, and it cuts off any more argument I might have had.

  Crawling towards him, I place my knees either side of his head as his hands wrap around my thighs.

  “Make sure I hear you scream even with your thighs pinning my ears.” I flush with heat, knowing what’s about to come.

  His fingers tighten, and I’ve no choice but to drop down and allow him the access he needs.

  I cry out as his tongue presses against me for the first time. My thighs tremble and my toes curl as he circles my most sensitive part like a pro.

  “Carter,” I cry out as he sucks on me.

  His tongue slips lower, spearing me, making me clench around him, needing more.

  “Shit, fuck. Shit.”

  His hands lift, his fingers tickling up my stomach until he takes the weight of my breasts in his palms.

  “Oh god,” I moan as he pinches my nipples at the same time as biting down on my clit.

  He continues, driving me crazy until I’m so close to losing control that I can see stars. It’s at exactly that point that he stops and pushes me away from him.

  “Fuck me. Now.”

  I eagerly crawl down his body, being as careful as I can not to hurt him more than I probably already am.

  The second I’m over his waist, I wrap my fingers around his hard length and immediately move over him. My eyelids flutter closed as I sink down. My muscles tighten, sucking him in deeper and reawakening my previously lost release.

  “Fuck, doll. So fucking good,” he groans, his eyes closing and the muscles in his neck straining.

  His fingers grip onto my hips, and he helps me to move while his own hips thrust upwards.

  “Look at me,” I demand, needing the connection between us. Needing to show him that I can do this for him. That I can be exactly what he needs.

  His breath catches when our stares lock, telling me he’s seeing it all. All the truths I’ve been covering up, how I really feel. I’ve known it since we started messaging all those weeks ago, but I convinced myself after finding out who he really was that it was all make believe, a fantasy. No one can start falling for someone when they’ve never met. It just proved my point that you don’t really know someone until you meet them in person. But then, it seems, he’s so much more than I thought back then. Yeah, he’s different. He’s not what I was expecting. But fuck, he’s like no one I’ve ever met before. It might have only been a short time, but I know, and I fully accept, that this man is it for me. The bruised, the broken, all the slightly bent pieces of him.

  I sit down on him harder, taking him deeper, and he grunts as I take him by surprise.

  Resting my palms on his bent knees behind me, I use them as leverage to lift almost all the way off him before dropping back down.

  “Yes, doll. Yes.”

  “Carter,” I cry, as the sensation begins to get too much, the orgasm he brought me to the brink of earlier racing back. I lose control of my actions as I chase the release. “Carter, Carter, Carter,” I chant, our eyes locked on each other’s. He tilts his hips just so, and I fall. I fall into mind-numbing bliss.

  My body twitches above him, and I’m forced to close my eyes as I ride it out.

  I’m just coming down when his fingers dig into my hips and his cock swells inside me. He stills for a beat before roaring out his release as he fills me.

  I stay frozen on top of him as I watch the pleasure and release wash through him. My heart races and my pussy clenches once again at the sight, little aftershocks rocking my body.

  Gently, I climb off and lie down beside him. His eyes stay closed for a beat, but, when they open, they’re full of emotion.

  Reaching out, I place my hand on his rough cheek.

  “Carter,” I breathe, not knowing what to say or where to start.

  “Thank you,” he whispers after a beat. I nod but don’t say anything, sensing that he has more. “Thank you for fighting for me. For giving me this.”

  “Anything. I’m yours.” He sucks in a breath as those two words hit him.

  “Yeah?” The beginning of a smile twitches at his lips, but it doesn’t break free quite yet.

  “Yeah.”

  His fingers brush over mine. It’s the first time he notices that I’m wearing my wedding ring. His eyes widen as he stares down at it.

  “Could you get something for me?”

  “Of course.”

  “In the zip pocket of my bag, there’s a little box. Could you bring it over?”

  “O-okay.”

  I’ve no idea what’s going on, but what I’m not expecting to find is a velvet covered little black jewellery box.

  He holds his hand out for it and I pass it over.

  “Carter…what—”

  “One day, I’ll do this properly, I’ll get on one knee without my body reminding me of the massive fucking mistake I made last night, but I can’t wait any longer.” I bite down on my bottom lip as my eyes fill with tears.

  He flips the top open, exposing the most stunning princess cut, platinum engagement ring.

  “Carter…” I breathe, not knowing whether to look at him or the shining diamond.

  “Danniella Abbot,
will you be my wife?”

  “Yes,” I cry, crawling onto the bed and gently wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

  A sob rumbles up his throat, and it makes my own tears fall.

  I pull back so he knows just how much this means to me.

  His eyes search mine, and I hate that it feels like he’s questioning me, making sure I just gave the right answer because how could I possibly want him? But I do. Every last piece of him.

  Reaching out, I take his face in my hands. “I love you, Carter. I love what’s on the outside, but more importantly, I love the man in here.” I drop my hand to his heart. It thunders under my touch, and I smile. “You are enough, Carter. You’re everything. You’re my everything.”

  “Fuck,” he barks, attempting to swallow down his emotions, but I see them. I see it all. He leans forward, crashing our lips together and utterly consuming me.

  When he pulls back, we’re both fighting to breathe.

  “Here,” he says softly. “We should see if it fits.”

  Lifting my hand, he pulls the ring from its cushion and slides it up my finger.

  “It’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

  He stares down at it for a beat, almost in disbelief. “You have nothing to thank me for, doll. I’m the one who should be saying those words.”

  “Enough,” I soothe. “This is it for us now. I want this. I want us. The good, the bad, and the ugly.”

  “Me too,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

  He kisses me once again. It’s full of passion and desire, but it’s softer than before. As he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, I feel everything he’s feeling, and hope pours into me. This is a new start for both of us. Yes, it’s early, and most will think we’re crazy, but hey, we’re already married so why not jump in with both feet?

  My stomach grumbles, making him laugh and reminding me that I never got to order that McDonalds earlier.

  When I pull back and look at him, it’s obvious that he’s struggling. His eyes are heavy with his exhaustion.

  “Why don’t you lie down for a bit? I’ll go and order us some food and I’ll wake you when it’s here.”

  I can tell he wants to say no, but it’s pointless. He knows as well as I do that he needs to rest.

  “Okay.”

  He lies down and pulls me with him. I stay beside him for a few minutes, but he almost instantly falls asleep. I watch him before my stomach rumbles again, reminding me of what I should be doing.

  As I sit up, my ring catches my eye and I smile.

  31

  Carter

  I wake with a wide smile on my face as I remember what happened only moments before I fell asleep. I gave her the ring I’ve been carrying around with me since we got back.

  I felt ridiculous, walking inside the jewellery shop that I had to pass on my way to work that first afternoon, but I couldn’t help myself. As far as I was concerned, Danni was it for me. She already had my wedding ring. Granted it was around her neck, but I was hopeful, or just downright stupid, because I wanted to see it on her finger once again, along with an engagement ring that I’d chosen for her.

  I only spent a few minutes in that shop. The second I saw it I knew it was the one and I bought it there and then. I had no idea when I would get to give it to her. I had to hope the perfect time would present itself. I was happy to wait as long as it took for me to show her that we were meant to be. So what, we had an unconventional start? It’s us. Our story. For me, the crazier the better. It’ll only be more entertaining for our grandkids.

  The scent of food filters into the room, and I’m reminded of what woke me in the first place. The front door. For a second, I fear he’s come back. I roll my eyes. Logan has had a drinking problem for years. Our parents could be part of the issue, but I think that might just be the surface of it. I do hope he finds what he’s looking for, but I sure as fuck won’t be helping him. I’ve got my own life now with someone who’s worthy of my time, and I intend on making the most of that every day.

  The door pushes open, and the woman herself steps into the room. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts. It’s massive on her, but fuck if it doesn’t look a million times better than it does on me. But as incredible as she looks, it’s what’s in her hand that really makes my mouth water.

  “My breakfast.”

  “Well, we were too late, so actually it’s lunch, but…” she shrugs.

  “It’s good. That’s all that matters right now.”

  I sit up and make a right song and dance of trying to prop the pillows up behind me, so much so that Danni abandons our lunch on the bed to help me. I fucking hate having to rely on someone for shit like this. Although, I must admit that she’s a much more attractive nurse than Spike ever was.

  Guilt hits me as I think of him.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “I need to call Spike.”

  “He’s okay. I spoke to him while you were sleeping. He’s gone home to shower and change. He’ll be back later.”

  “I can’t believe he hit Logan.”

  “Nor can I. I thought he was the nice one.”

  I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, doll. It’s probably time you learned that none of us are nice.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. There’s a sweet guy in there somewhere,” she says as she sits back from getting me comfortable. “I’ve got the ring to prove it.”

  “Meh, maybe I have my moments. Now get that fucking shirt off. I’m not eating this while you’re dressed.”

  Her eyebrows almost hit her hairline. “Oh?”

  “It’ll help with the pain.”

  “Oh, so you’re going to blackmail me into getting naked.”

  “I was going for the sympathy vote, but I can resort to blackmail if that’s what it takes.”

  “Lucky for you, I’m easier than that.” I watch as she lifts up on her knees and curls her fingers around the hem of my shirt. Slowly, fucking painfully slowly, she peels it up her body. My eyes lock on her full tits before the fabric releases her hair and a mass of curls falls down around them.

  I find her eyes. They’re soft and so full of love. She didn’t need to say the words earlier. From the moment I looked up at her when I was on the floor of that fucking warehouse, I knew. She wouldn’t have been there, wouldn’t have fought her way to me, if she didn’t.

  “What?” she asks when my attention doesn’t leave her.

  “I really fucking love you.”

  Her wide smile steals my breath. If I didn’t already know that I’d do anything for this woman, then I would have just realised.

  “I really fucking love you too. Now eat. Then you need more pain meds, and then…”

  “Then?” I taunt, wondering what the hell she wants me to do today when I can hardly move.

  “Yes, then you’re having a bath.”

  “With bubbles?” I ask, unwrapping my burger and taking a huge bite.

  “Of course.”

  “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “I want bubbles and you.”

  “You’re meant to be relaxing.”

  “I will while my hands trail around your wet and bubbly body.” Her nipples pebble at my words and she squirms slightly. It’s all I need to know that she’s fully on board with my plan.

  “Fine, but no sex. You need to heal.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “You’re right. We will.”

  “I feel like you’re setting a challenge here. You are aware that you stand no chance, right? Once I turn on the charm, you’ll be like putty in my hands.” She laughs, and the last remaining weight from last night and Logan’s morning visit lifts.

  “Oh really?”

  “You can’t resist me, and you know it.”

  She shrugs, and I know that I’ve already won.

  “I can’t remember the last time I had a bath,” I admit as I sink down into the bubbles. “Why is there grit in it?”

  “It’s the salts. They’ll
dissolve.”

  “Or go up my arse.”

  She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “They’ll help relax you.”

  “Really?” I ask sceptically. “I’m pretty sure you can do a better job.” I lift my hips, my already hard cock protruding above the bubbles.

  “Are you ever not ready to go?” She places her hand on her waist and juts her hip out. The move does not help my situation at all.

  “With you naked? Never. Now, are you going to join me?”

  “Carter, I—”

  “Just get in,” I demand, cutting her off. “I want you in my arms.”

  She hesitates for a few seconds before stepping in between my legs.

  “Good job it’s a big tub, huh?”

  “You trying to say I’m fat, doll?”

  “Oh yeah,” she says, running a fingertip down my abs. “Massive.”

  I capture her wrist before she gets any lower. “Go further and I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  She stops, but I know given half a chance she’d continue, despite her warnings about me relaxing.

  We get ourselves comfortable with her lying back against my chest. It hurts like fuck, but I’m not about to tell her that. I wrap my arms around her waist and try to keep my breathing steady and even.

  “This is nice,” she murmurs.

  “And I feel less like a pussy in a bubble bath while I’ve got you naked in my arms.”

  She laughs. “You’re an idiot,” she jokes for a second before stiffening in my arms. “Shit… I didn’t mean—”

  “Danni, don’t. Don’t censor yourself because you’re worried that you’ll offend me. You won’t.”

  “Okay,” she whispers. “I’d just hate for you to think—”

  “I won’t ever compare your words to theirs, if that’s what you’re going to say. If I even for a second thought you had the same opinions, then I never would have married you.”

  “Were you sober enough to have a say?”

  “Of course. One of us had to be the sensible one.”

  “Sensible? Right. So, about our wedding,” she muses, tilting her head up to look at me. “Please, will you tell me how it happened?”

  I consider her question for a few seconds just to make her stew. She asked a couple of times when we were in Vegas as she freaked out about not being able to remember, and I refused. Mainly because when I told her what I did remember, I wanted it to be because she wanted to remember the moment, not because she wanted to remember a mistake.