“He’ll be okay.” He nuzzles the back of my neck. “I gave him your kiss. And a little more.”
“Did you fuck him or blow him?”
I feel him smile against the nape of my neck. “Both. He was a good boy tonight. He earned it.”
“Yes, he did.”
I pull Carter’s arm more tightly around me, our hands pressed against my flat belly, and send up the closest thing I have to prayers that we get what we want and what Owen so desperately needs, because there’s only so much our love and our shared past can do to heal him.
Chapter Ten
Then
That first week of classes, Carter and I get very little time alone together.
Neither do Owen and I. That’s simply how this works—it’s thethreeof us. That’s not a complaint, though, because if I was ever forced to choose between the two men, there’s no way in hell I could.
Am I lusting after Carter in my fantasies when alone?
Absolutely. Especially because when we’re at my house in the evenings, every time Owen leaves the room, Carter’s either kissing me, or grinding against me, or shoving a hand between my legs to tease me, or shoving my hand between his legs to show me how hard—and hung—he is.
I love every second of it.
And the things he texts me are even filthier.
I lust after Owen, too, only for different reasons.
I would love to see the man naked on his knees for me, serving me, taking care of me.
Just like I’d love to be naked and kneeling in front of Carter and serving him.
Yes, I’d love to be wedged between them in bed. I know it would be hot, because it’s a fantasy that Carter relishes teasing me with, and promises me he can and will make happen.
As long as I follow his plan.
It’s filthy and selfish to wish forbothof them, though, no matter what romance novels might insist.
Isn’t it?
Besides, the public face of Susannah Evans recoils in horror at the thought of getting on my knees for anyone, even though the part of me that’s been strong for as long as I can remember longs to let go and justbefor once in my life.
With someone I trust.
I trust both men, but it’s Carter I’m quickly coming to trust in a different way, the way I damn well know Owen already trusts him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like everything between Carter and I has to do with sexy teasing. The man’s wicked smart and quickly grasps even the most convoluted of political situations with a spooky and enviable ease.
I lust after the man’s brain as much as I do his cock.
And even with his scars, his body is hotter than hell. Maybe the scars make him even hotter, I don’t know.
But watching the way he can move, even just walking through a room, can make me weak.
Finally, the next Monday, Carter privately arranges for the two of us to meet for lunch at my house. I arrive first and leave the door unlocked for him. When I hear a noise, I turn, startled to find he’s standing right there behind me, not even feet away.
He shoves me against the wall and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss that leaves me whimpering and wet and ready to be fucked. I know I have a safeword with him—saying his full name, Carter Edward Wilson.
But I don’twantto say it.
I know if I don’t say it, he won’t stop until he’s ready to.
