“Where the fuck is she?” Carter roars with obvious anger, dislodging me from my thoughts.
I can’t hear Knox’s response, but I assume he told him when Carter bolts out of the car with a panic stricken face.
“Hands in your pockets, Little Heathen,” he says as he charges for me, giving me only seconds to comply. Carter places his hands on either side of my face and kisses me. It’s filled with passionate desire, desperation, and intense need, like this is as necessary as the air he breathes.
Tilting my head to the side, he licks my neck in the spot where my heartbeat is racing. His lips trail up my neck, stopping to bite my bottom lip, before devouring my tongue hungrily, a moan escaping from his mouth to mine.
My stomach flutters as my heart pounds, needing more, fighting the urge to rip my hands from my pockets and slide them into his hair. I don’t know why I crave that so much, but I do. I try to tell myself that running my fingers throughKnox’s hair is enough. It looks the same, it would feel the same. Somehow, it’s not enough, and it never will be. I still long to touch Carter.
He pulls away, and we’re both breathing heavily, as he stares at me with sorrowful eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I flash him a soft smile, trying to make him believe that I’m not afraid of him. Sure, it was a little scary, but the worst part was witnessing his fear and pain. That little boy, terrified, crying out for his mom. I was far more afraid of what he was experiencing, than what he might do to me. I know flashbacks all too well. I have them, too. And when you’re in one, you’re back in the trauma with no escape.
“Flashbacks are the worst. Tell me what you need.”
He arches an eyebrow in surprise and asks, “You have flashbacks?”
I nod slightly. “I do. Tell me what you need, Carter.”
He steps closer to me, and his eyes darken as he watches me with a predatory gaze.
“What I need is to take you home, restrain your hands, and devour every fucking inch of your body. Again and again.”
“Carter,” I say with a gasp, and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, while he continues making me melt with only a heated look.
The excitement grows in my core as I wonder if it’ll be both of them again, or only Carter, as I feel Knox’s eyes on me as well. These two men are experts at communicating with only their eyes. As I stand here, I feel like they have some kind of a superpower allowing them to see through my clothing.
“Are you going to give me what I need, Little Heathen?”
“Me,” I say, more of a statement than a question.
Reaching up, he grabs my ponytail and yanks my head back, before letting go of my hair. A loud moan slips past my lips,when he runs his tongue from my collarbone to just under my chin. He groans against my flesh.
“You.”
Knox motions to the open door.
“Tesoro.”
Carter releases his hold on me, and I get into the backseat, and he gets in on the other side. Knox gets in and quickly accelerates, and I ask about their brother.
“What about Killian?”
Knox looks at me in the rearview mirror.
“He’ll find a way home after he finishes his-”
Carter finishes for him with a chuckle,“After fight activities.”
I shake my head in confusion.
“What’s that?”
“Fucking whatever piece of ass he finds for tonight,” he says.
Of course, that’s what he does. Hearing this causes a tinge of pain in my chest that confuses me. Why should that surprise me, and why do I care? I shouldn’t. He’s an asshole, and I don’t need to worry about where he puts his dick. So why is it suddenly, all I can think about?
