Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, determined to see this strategy out, I quipped, “The only rule is that we don’t talk about, flaunt, or expose the other people in our lives. They will remain hidden in the dark, and our marriage is the light.”
He pressed me into his large and hard imprint. “We need more rules than that.”
“I'm not letting you control this, and I’m not following any rules beyond keeping whomever I see away from you.” I kissed his neck. “No questioning me or being jealous.”
Carter chuckled and moved his neck to give me more access. “Sounds like rules to me.”
The bastard was relieved that he didn’t have to tell me shit.
He was even willing to sacrifice me, as jealous as he knows he is about any man justlookingat me. His warm, calloused hands traveled up my shirt, and I channeled my anger into desire. “Good point.” I continued to place kisses on his neck and chin as his hands roamed my breasts. Admittedly, my panties were now wet. He always could get me hot even when I’m furious with him. I wrapped one leg around his waist, and he lifted me to straddle him. Carter lowered his head to tongue me deeply and thoroughly as he carried me to our bed. He lay me down and hovered over me, still kissing me. Though deeply aroused and wanting to have sex with him, I wasn’t done talking or trying to get a rise out of him besides his erection.
Between his tongue dipping in and out of my mouth, I commented, “Guess I should tell you that tomorrow I’m bringing Elle to meet Grey. I won’t introduce him as her father yet. Just as an old friend who’s an Olympic track star who loves to run, like she does.”
Carter immediately stiffened, stopped kissing me, and looked down at me. His scowl returned to mar his face. “You’re not taking my child anywhere.”
“I am. Tomorrow.” I cupped his bearded chin, and I searched his face for understanding. “You will always be her father, Carter, whether we survive this marriage or not. She’ll have two fathers who love her. Elle is going to be luckier than most once we get over this hump called the truth, and she can learn aboutGrey over time. You don’t want to tell me about Chelsea and her son, then you don’t get to tell me no about my plans with Elle and Grey.” I tapped his ass. “Come on, baby, I still need you to drill me. You can take out your anger on my pussy. Make me so sore I won't even think of another man.”
When Carter cursed and tried to pull away, I jerked his head down, kissing him passionately, sliding my hand in between the waistband of his pants to squeeze his dick. I needed his body after the birthday I had. Needed to feel in control of him, even if it was just sex. He responded by quickly removing my leggings, pushing down his pants, and sliding my panties to the side to thrust deep inside of me. His dick immediately filled me and stretched me. We both moaned loudly as I scarred his back, begging him to pound even harder. Our fucking was frantic and animalistic and had nothing to do with saving our fraying marriage, reviving our fading love, or owning our magnetic chemistry. It was all about unleashing all the scary, doubtful, hurtful, and painful emotions that had haunted us from the beginning. The same emotions that wouldn’t allow Carter to be real with me though he had the opportunity. The same emotions that would ultimately end us even if my husband couldn’t see it.
LATER THAT NIGHT, CARTERfell asleep with his arms cocooning me, believing we'd forgiven each other and that I wouldn't press the issue about him and Chelsea again. Well, that Darren St. Patrick didn't exist anymore. I would just have to go to the horse's mouth about the truth...
