“You going to be Sir’s good little slut, baby?” He starts thrusting into me harder.
Oh, god, I’m going to come again.“Yes, Sir!”
“You going to like watching him watchmefuck you, and then watch as I make him suck the taste of your pussy off my cock?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He sucks on my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to make you suck my cock while he’s fucking you, baby.”
Aaaaaaannnd I’mthere. I’mofficiallya slut. His triumphant grin as he thrusts and fills me, falling still with his cock pulsing inside me, twists me around his heart.
He nuzzles my nose with his. “Marry me, Suse,” he whispers, and I suspect this might be one of the rare times I get to glimpse the raw, unprotected, and vulnerable center of Carter’s soul. “Please, marry me.”
I press my lips to his forehead. “Yes, Carter. I’ll marry you.”
He sighs, his eyes falling closed as he bows his head. I hold him, playing with his hair, my face nuzzling against his head as he wraps his arms around me.
“How do you feel about Vegas?” he asks without looking up.
“Vegas?”
“Yeah.”
“For the wedding?” I rub his head the same way he’s rubbed mine, and Owen’s.
I feel him relax even more. “Among other things.”
“I’ve never been there.”
“I guess we’ll both check it off our bucket lists, then, won’t we?”
I inhale, loving the smell of Him. “I guess we will, Sir. Love you.”
When he lifts his head and kisses me, it’s a kiss full of promises and faith and fragile, quiet trust.
Another sigh escapes him. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
And he said he can’t do gentle.Bullshit. He can when he trusts. I’ve seen him be tender and gentle with Owen, and I know he trusts Owen.
I’ll never give him a reason to not trust me.
Chapter Twelve
Two nights later, I’m sitting sideways on my couch, my laptop balanced on my thighs, my feet in Carter’s lap. Owen’s at the dorm, ostensibly studying for finals.
We’re supposedly working on my submission.
Technically, it’s not a lie.
“Are you sure about this, Sir?” My finger hovers over my laptop’s touchpad as indecision forces me to pause.
He nods. “If you’re not going to pay for it,Iwill, but we’re taking him to Vegas.”
“No, I’ll pay for it. I meant that. I’m just worried about how he’s going to react.”
“You letmeworry about that. Besides, we’re not telling him until the night before.”
I stare at him, at first thinking he’s just fucking with me. “Seriously?”
