“Jules,” Liam muttered from the driver’s seat. “How long has this been going on?”
“No.” She bit out more sharply than I think I’d ever heard her speak. “I can’t right now. I just—can’t.”
“Well, there’s one thing I know for sure.” I offered.
“What?” they both asked.
“Fuck. Spiders.”
Liam and Jules chimed in agreement. “Yeah, fuck spiders.”
Carter was leaving in the morning, and we still had so much to talk about, to plan for. Our argument seemed so stupid now. He was deploying soon, and Ihadto see him before he left.
CHAPTER 40
I’m No Gentleman
CARTER
My cock was in my hand when I heard a soft knock on my bathroom door. I tensed, and then the melodic sound of Sara’s voice called through it. “Can I come in?”
I released my grip, cock aching just at the sound of her voice. “I’m in the shower?”
“I know.” It went quiet.
I should say no. I should definitely say no. Besides, it was early. What was she doing up at this hour? Especially after last night. She should be sleeping, recovering. Was something wrong? “Uh, yeah, come on in.”
Sara slid through the door, looking devious as ever, as she closed it behind her and leaned against it.
Uh oh.
The steam on the shower glass wasn’t any sort of real visibility barrier as she took a good long look at me, still hard.
I immediately started counting backwards.
Thinking of gross stuff. Thinking of my mom.
Sara heeled off her running shoes.
Never mind, definitely not thinking of my mom right now.
The sound of her zipper dragging down made my mouth godry, and her tight little running jacket slipped to the floor a moment later.
Uh oh.
Her shirt was up over her arms next, leaving her in a sports bra that made her tits lookincredible.
She was angelic, divine—except for the bruises she had forming all over her body, the red lump on her leg, and I hated that.
I could hardly breathe as she walked towards the shower. She looked me dead in the eyes and slowly shimmied her running shorts down over her hips.
Pink.Lacy-fucking-pink underwear.
Nope.Thong.
Never mind.Never-fucking-mind.
She wasn’t angelic—she was diabolical. A wicked little temptress who knew exactly what she was doing. Doing?—
