Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
God, that did it for me. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. He was making me crazy, turning me into this wild animal. I pulled out, grabbed him, lifted him, and took him to the wall, wanting him every single place at once.
We both groaned when I pushed back inside him. “This is how I want you,” I growled. “Say you want my seed in you.” Christ, who was I? Where the hell had this man inside me been all my life? But damned if it didn’t feel so right to set him free.
“I want it, Sawyer. Breed me.”
I kept going, kept fucking him with everything I had in me.
“I’m not going to last much longer…I’m about to…”
“Do it,” I demanded.
It was as if I had total control over Carter. I spoke and he reacted. His hole tightened around me as his body convulsed, his load shooting from his slit and spraying his abs. I didn’t let him down, didn’t stop taking him, until he shot again.
It was a chain reaction, seeing what I did to him, feeling it, and I let out a guttural cry, my orgasm slamming into me, and I blew my load in the condom.
I kissed him. God, I needed to taste his mouth. Sweat was mixed in, and that turned me on too. We kept kissing, Carter clutching me like he needed me, until I carried him back to the bed, still inside him.
Our lips were greedy, as though we hadn’t had enough time together. I had a feeling we hadn’t, that it wouldn’t be the last time we came that night, and I looked forward to each and every one of them.
Thank you floated through my thoughts. Carter had done something for me, and I wasn’t sure he realized the power of it. He’d set a part of me free.
Over the following week, Carter and I spent most of our free time together. I made him dinner a few times, and he would stop by Fearless to see me. One night I’d even shared my favorite chocolate-chip-cookie recipe with him, and we’d sat there and eaten nearly a whole batch.
It was fun baking with Carter, teasing and being playful. It wasn’t something I’d shared with another lover, and I was pretty sure Carter hadn’t either. We laughed a lot, and he fed me cookie dough as we baked, me in my underwear and Carter wearing the ridiculous onesie I’d seen him in on the skiing trip. Really, I thought it was about the most adorable thing I’d ever seen, but I liked to tease him about it.
I’d fucked him a few more times as well, each one better than the last. He made me feel…good. That felt like a simple word for it, but it really wasn’t. I hadn’t ever been with a man who made me feel good about myself. Sure, I hadn’t had other assholes like Julian, but the men I’d been with or dated, I’d enjoyed my time with them and thought I might like them, but no one had ever just made me feel good—about both life and myself.
No one had made me feel happy.
Carter did, and that scared the fuck out of me. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, or if he felt the same, or where it would go, and a hundred other questions that had become a vicious cyclone in my brain. I overthought it, stressed and worried.
But those things quieted around him. Being with Carter helped.
Who the hell knew where, if anywhere, any of it would go. Carter didn’t live in Fever Falls. He was here often, but Fever Falls wasn’t his home and never would be.
There was a knock at my door before it pushed open. I stuck my head out of my bedroom doorway just as I heard Cam say, “I’m here.”
“Make yourself at home,” I teased.
“I always do. You’re my brother. What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I walked out. “What if I wasn’t alone?”
“You mean what if Carter was here?” Cam waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Good point. I’m not used to that. I’ll wait for you to answer the door from now on.”
“How’s Jude?” I asked, but he just shrugged. I should have known it wasn’t going to shake him up the way him mentioning Carter would for me.
“Still beautiful as fuck. Still just a friend. We might go see a movie later tonight, though. Short Stuff flew out for Rush’s race this weekend, and Jude is off, so we might chill. I’m not fucking him the way you’re fucking Carter.”
“Do you like him?” I asked. Cam had briefly dated off and on. A couple of women and a couple of men, but I wasn’t sure he had ever really liked someone before.