Karter chuckles at Barry’s words. “You complimenting my girl now?”
Barry’s mouth drops open and then closes before he glares even harder.
“Let’s go, honey. I’m tired.” Ashley pushes Barry back, but his eyes don’t leave Karter’s for a solid five steps backward before he turns and pulls Ashley with him. He looks back twice, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling when Karter finger waves at him the last time.
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” I turn in his arms as I speak.
He just shrugs. “Guy’s got a stick up his ass for no reason.”
“True, but you didn’t seem to help anything.”
“Wasn’t looking to help.”
“Then what were you looking to do?”
“Cause trouble.” He grins wide as he pulls me closer and nibbles under my jawline.
“You already do,” I mumble as I arch my neck to give him better access. “Got any issues with us staying a while longer? It should be only thirty minutes, maybe an hour at the most.”
He shakes his head as he pulls back. “No worries. Do your shit, and then we can go.”
He kisses my lips with a simple peck, leaving me wanting more, but I know I have to wait. Which sucks because despite what someone might think, I despise waiting. I’m the worst around the holidays and my birthday, always wanting to open the present the second I see it instead of waiting for the actual day.
“I hate waiting,” I mutter as I turn and walk away.
A smack on my ass has me gasping as I look back at him and rub my cheek. That smarts, but not in a completely unpleasant way.
“Stop pouting. You know you’re going to enjoy the end once we get there. So hurry up. You’re the one who determines how long the wait is, not me.”
With a smile and a little hype in my step, I skip down to my next patient. I might have just doubled my workload, but Karter’s right. The end result of us together is well worththe wait.
Chapter 16 - Karter
“You want to talk about it?” Diana’s soft words float up to me as I play with her hair.
After leaving the hospital, we grabbed takeout and headed to my place. She has to work early tomorrow, and with the late hour we got out tonight, I wasn’t about to play games over where she was sleeping. I should have dropped her off at her place and called it a night, but I needed her with me. The club’s drama is still in the back of my head; even if I’m done being pissed, that doesn’t mean I’m over needing my girl beside me yet.
We’re in my bedroom, watching some late-night show on TV as we lie in bed. She’s on my chest while I lean against the headboard. I’m not tired yet, but I know she’s close to falling asleep. We don’t always have sex. Sometimes, we just sleep next to each other. Okay, it’s happened twice, but I’m not opposed to it. I just want her with me, however I can get her.
“No.”
She chuckles, and I smile as she shakes on top of me while I continue to comb through her hair with my fingers.
“Spill it, old man.”
“‘Old man,’ huh? You seem to have forgotten that it wasyouwho was beggingmeto stop last time, not the other way around.”
She turns so she’s now looking up at me as her body moves to accommodate her new viewpoint. “That’s because you’d already made me come three times before you came once. My hoo-ha was throwing in the towel on her own. She’s not used to such brutal treatment.”
“Brutal? Want me to kiss her and make up?” I raise one eyebrow and lick my lips at just the thought of getting her on my tongue again. And from the feral look I’m sure I’m giving, she knows how much I want it. Her, too, based on the blush creeping up from her under her cami.
“Maybe,” she whispers, and I smirk.
“Be a good girl, and we’ll see what happens.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Now I’m the one growling and a second away from giving in to this woman. Something about the way she says that word just sets me off. I don’t think I ever had that type of kink before. I might not have all of my memories, but some slip in. Moments, conversations, events. People are blurry, and I think they’re moments with Special K and Ruby. They come more and more, but the faces and the feelings that go along with the moment aren’t there. It’s just the words and the events around me that I remember. And not a single one has me calling someone Babygirl or using the wordDaddyat all.
