by B. N. Kasner
When was the last time he’d smiled? Or felt as if he could see the light at the end of the tunnel of grief? Shit, this was the first time. In a darkened shower with little Gracie Dodson naked and wrapped in his arms. “Maybe you can, but I’ve always had a hard time since I was a little girl.”
“I’ve got you, pretty girl. Nothing’s going to happen.” Even if she couldn’t see him, she obviously heard the smile in his voice because she punched him in the chest with the cutest little growl. “Now, lean your head back so I can finish washing you.” He’d never washed a woman’s hair before or tended to one so carefully.
Grace didn’t know how much she meant to him. How much Carter was willing to do to make her happy. “That feels nice.” She moaned lightly, pushing her soapy body against his until there wasn’t any room between them. Her hands moved down his chest, sliding lower until she gripped his cock.
He tried reasoning with her, “The power’s out.” The power outage was an awful excuse, even to his ears. They both knew he had no problem being pressed up against her in the dark.
“You don’t think I buy that, right?” Grace giggled at him, stroking his shaft in long, slow tugs. “Do you want me to stop?” The damn erotic purr would be the death of him. Of course, he didn’t want her to stop. He was a red-blooded bear for Goddess sake.
“Hell no,” Carter growled, backing her up until she hit the tiled shower wall. “How sore are you?” Her answer would determine what he’d do to her. Fuck her, or eat her out.
Already his fingers rubbed at her swollen clit. “Only a little, but the shower helped.” Goddess, who had he been trying to kid. Carter had already decided to both eat her out and fuck her. Why pick one when Carter could do both?
“I’ll be right back.” Quickly, he pushed open the shower door. He opened his bathroom cabinet, searching for what he needed. Carter ripped his new box of condoms in half, spilling them all over the floor. Oh well, we’re going to use them all anyway. Maybe not that night, but definitely within the week.
Grace was in the same spot he’d left her. Dropping down in front of her legs, he used his shoulders to push them open. His hands were busy, one jerking him off while the other caressed Gracie’s wet skin. Her nails dug into his scalp, pulling his hair when he sucked her clit into his mouth. He didn’t waste any time getting her off.
As much as he wanted to take things slow, he just couldn’t do it. Something inside of him rode him to claim and mark. Soft and gentle wasn’t anywhere in his mind. He used Grace’s calming down time to roll the condom down his shaft. Carter surged upward, catching Grace’s ass in his hands and thrusting into her.
Her inner walls felt swollen, but not by much. So Carter didn’t feel bad about bottoming out in her tight pussy. His lips sucked, bit and licked any skin they touched. Lightning illuminated the sight in front of him. Little purple hickeys covered her tits and water cascaded down Grace’s body making her look like a sea nymph.
This would be an appropriate time to make his move when she was distracted by the pleasure his cock gave her. “I think you need to stay the night.” He’d known in the car she’d be with him throughout the night. Even her dad had known Carter wouldn’t be giving her up anytime soon.
“Should I expect my little girl to come home tonight?”
“No sir.”
“Does she know that?”
“No sir.”
No way in hell, he’d be sleeping alone in his bed. Hell, they hadn’t been able to go thirty minutes without fucking again. “No.” Her golden eyes flashed with irritation at him. Carter slowed his thrusts keeping her on edge.
“You have to stay. The power’s out and you can’t see good at night.” He wasn’t above using her weakness against her. She’d be in his bed, whether or not he had to tie her to it still remained to be seen. “And don’t forget your dress is all dirty or the fact you don’t have a vehicle.”
She snarled, bucking to get the friction he denied her. “I won’t have any panties to wear all day.” From the confident look in her eyes, she thought she had him.
“Oh, pretty girl, you have so much to learn.” Carter couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he picked up his speed. Making sure to grind into her clit with each thrust. “I’ll just take any meeting you have with a male and if I can’t? Then I’ll sit in on them with you.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Grace growled as if she were pissed, but her pussy couldn’t lie to him. She creamed all over his cock. His pretty girl liked the idea that he’d bully his way into her meetings to show she was his.
“I will. Just wait and see, because you’re not leaving my bed tonight.” A devilish idea popped into his mind. “Hell, maybe I’ll even call someone to watch the office tomorrow. Keep you here all day. Just like this.
“Speared on my cock. You won’t be able to walk for a month by the time we’re both finally worn out.” Her head tipped back, whimpering as her body responded to his words. The pulses of her inner walls had his balls drawing up. Grace’s pussy milked the cum from Carter’s body.
Slowly, he pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom. The water had long gone cold, but it cooled both of their heated flesh. Carter pulled out two towels, handing one to Grace when they hopped out of the shower. Even with the quick rinse to reclean them, she had the freshly fucked and satisfied look to her. Without hesitating, he scooped her back up into his arms, depositing her on his bed.
“You’re the first woman to be in this room. The first one to ever get my cock in that shower. I keep this room locked because it’s my personal space, but you get this part of me.” He could see his emotions were getting through to her. For once, the answer to his problem was his heart and not his cock.
“I’ve never been with a woman in or on my car.” He stalked closer to her. “Never in the office.” Carter placed his hands beside her on the bed, leaning down to bring them eye level. “Never in broad daylight where anyone could’ve caught us.
“All of it was only with you, my pretty girl. Be another first with me, sleep in my bed beside me all night. I need it. I need you.” He put it all out there for her, showing how vulnerable she made him feel.
“Okay, but.” She held up her hand when he went in to seal the deal with a kiss. Carter rolled his eyes, flopping on the bed beside her. She giggled, “I go home tomorrow night.”
“Fine, just come here already.” He kissed whatever other demands she might’ve had away. He’d let her think she’d won, but she wasn’t going home tomorrow. Shit, maybe not even the next day either. Now that he had her right where he wanted her, Carter wasn’t sure he’d ever let her spend the night away from him.
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Grace tried to twist away from the sensations radiating from her clit. Goddess, even in her sleep she couldn’t get away from coming. Since she’d had sex, Grace understood why her friends were so sex crazed all the time. Carter was insatiable, waking her up every hour or so to have her again. Not that Grace was any better.
She kept up with her mate’s sexual cravings. Shit, she could hardly keep her hands to herself. Maybe it would pass once she got used to coming so often. Deep down Grace knew it was a bullshit excuse. The feeling of Carter’s cock inside her wouldn’t get old anytime soon.
In fact, if the past twelve hours were anything to go by they’d be worse than all their friends. Carter and Grace would be the ones their friends made fun of for being too touchy-feely. It wouldn’t be a terrible thing. On the contrary, Grace had always wanted a mate who couldn’t control himself concerning her. “Come on pretty girl. Come for your mate.”
Cracking her eyes open, she bleary looked towards the digital clock. 4:45 A.M. The office didn’t open until eight. Exactly an hour had passed since Carter had come down her throat. He’d introduced her to face sitting, along with deep throating. Although, the second one they needed to work on.
Her eyes looked beside her, but Carter’s black hair peeked out from between her spread thighs. Two fingers hooked inside he
r, rubbing the spot which made her go crazy. While his tongue lavished her pulsating clit with attention. Carter’s love bites stood out on her pale skin. Grace gave as good as she got though, leaving Carter with claw marks on his arms, chest and back.
What a way to wake up. She could get used to this. Being up for only five minutes and Grace was already coming all over her mate’s fingers and tongue. “Good girl. Glad to see your awake. I’ve been eating you for a while now.” He didn’t even try to sound disappointed.
Carter rolled her onto her side, pushing her legs up. “Keep your legs together, and hold them to your chest.” The tell-tale crinkle of foil let Grace know what happened next. She briefly wondered how many condoms they’d gone through overnight. Carter’s thick head probing her opening had her mind going blank with any rational thought.
His cock pushed inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain. She’d come to enjoy the slight pain since it only added to Grace’s pleasure. Her mate’s body cuddled close to hers, with Carter’s arm slipping under her head to hold her hand. His other hand strummed her clit.
He clearly wasn’t trying to prolong this session of sex. Carter’s hand tightened around hers, “That’s my pretty girl. Come on my cock.” She loved his filthy mouth. Grace could probably come just from hearing him say those smutty words to her.
Tilting her head to the side, she sought out Carter’s lips. His kisses were addictive. “Carter.” Her moan boomed in his quiet house. Grace’s whole body shook when she came. Her mate followed Grace over the edge, groaning low in her ear.
She watched him tie the end of the condom and throw it in the wastebasket beside his bed. Carter pulled the sheet back up around them. His lips teased her neck while his arms cuddled her close. “Go back to sleep. We’ve still got a couple hours until we need to get up.” Grace snuggled into him, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her mating mark.
Grace felt their bond growing. The intimacy sex created, helped. However, it was Carter’s honesty which truthfully helped the bond along. He treated her like a mate, whether he realized it or not. Carter demanded she belonged to him and he’d already scared Jake away. She knew he’d do it with any other male too.
His possessiveness bordered on obsession, but for a woman who’d spent her formative years craving male attention, it felt nice to finally get some. The over the top, heavy-handedness didn’t even phase her. If he ever got out of control, she had an inkling it would only take him finding out she wasn’t happy for him to change his tune. Something which usually worked for mates.
Grace knew her days as an unmated bear were coming to an end. Just like she knew, sooner or later, everyone would find out about them. She prayed by the time it happened, Grace had a mating mark of her own.
Chapter Nineteen
Grace’s truck was already in his driveway when Carter pulled in. A week had passed since he’d taken his pretty girl home. He hadn’t spent one night without her. Every day she went to her dad’s place, bringing over more of her clothes, shoes and girly shit. His bed now had throw pillows on it. Flowery body wash sat in the shower beside his plain soap.
Carter could’ve cared less. Each thing Grace brought over only had him smiling. His bachelor pad was turning into a home. He had potholders, a dish set, even a tiny table for two. Yes, his pretty girl had used her talents to redecorate the house without asking him.
Maybe Grace didn’t see it, but everything she chose were more to her taste than his. He’d even given her a key, telling her it was so she could be there for deliveries. Honestly, Carter didn’t want her to have any reason not to come and go as she pleased. Soon all her belongings would be at his house. Carter’s plan would be complete, all the hints he’d dropped would finally make sense.
He’d lived alone for nine years, and after just one night he couldn’t do it anymore. His pretty girl would be completely moved in before she knew what was happening. Opening the front door, Carter watched his Gracie dance around the tiny kitchen. The radio played a country song about back roads and a body or something along those lines. It wasn’t the music that held his attention.
No, Gracie’s swaying hips had him leaning up against the wall to enjoy the show. He’d come to learn she loved to cook. Every night they sat down together, ate dinner and discussed any upcoming projects at work. She had a good eye and had already helped him with one of his blueprints. They had a routine, one Carter didn’t see changing anytime soon.
The bond between them grew stronger by the day. As did Carter’s feelings for Grace. He’d told her he would never be able to love her. Now, Carter realized he’d lied, because whatever he felt sure as fuck could only be described as love. And if not love, then something close to it.
His heart beat wildly in his chest whenever he saw her. She could make him smile and laugh. For the first time since Becky died, he had a reason to live. To actually have a life, not the hell he’d put himself through. Carter knew the only future he wanted was one which revolved around Grace.
Around her giggle, golden eyes, sarcastic wit and secret soft side. Make no mistake, Carter’s pretty girl was one badass woman, but he’d seen the vulnerable side of her. As much as Gracie liked to put up a fight, she thrived under his possessive attention. Every time he growled at another male or pulled her closer while glaring, she melted into him. Not to mention, the sex afterward was off the fucking charts.
She squealed when he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “I didn’t hear you over the radio. You could’ve told me you were home.” Grace’s head tipped to the side, giving his lips more access to her sensitive skin. “Does spaghetti sound good for dinner?”
“I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me.” He nibbled on her skin, his double meaning clear. “I made sure to get your chocolate while at the store.” Grace dipped under his arms, searching through the bag he’d brought home. Pulling out the new box of condoms, Grace just laughed at him. “I know we can’t use them right now, but I wanted to be prepared for when we could.”
They’d already gone through three boxes, not including the one he’d already had at his house. A part of him hated wearing the damn rubbers when he fucked her. Carter wanted to feel her, but he wasn’t ready to start a family. With just getting Grace, he didn’t want to share her. Even if it would be with their baby.
The two of them were still young. They had plenty of time to get on the baby making train which seemed to be driving around Redwater at the moment. “Mmm.” His pretty girl moaned while taking a bite of the candy he’d gotten her.
“Not fair.” He snarled, palming his quickly hardening cock. It was official, he’d finally lost it. Carter felt jealous over a piece of chocolate.
“Oh, sexy. Come over here.” Grace licked her lips, drawing him in like the seductress she was. “Are you feeling left out?” Goddess, she knew him too well. She hopped up onto the counter, her cute little nightgown showing off her thick thighs.
Carter could still taste the chocolate when his tongue tangled with hers. He pulled her closer to him, grinding into her panty covered pussy. Just because he couldn’t fuck her didn’t mean he would leave Grace needy. He’d come to learn her clit was sensitive as hell. All it took to get her off were little circles around her clit.
Of course, as Grace’s hand slid around his cock someone rang his doorbell. Carter couldn’t act like no one was home, because he’d had to park the Mustang in the driveway. His pretty girl’s beat up truck blocked the garage door. That reminded him, he needed to get her a remote control for the garage. “Go put on something to cover what’s mine. I’ll get rid of whoever’s here.”
Helping her down, he bit his lip watching Grace’s ass bounce as she hurried away from him. “Damn it. Why does somebody have to show up right when I’m about to get my cock wet.” Carter growled to himself, trudging to his front door. He yanked it open ready to give the interrupter a piece of his mind.
All rational thought fled at the sight of the person in front of him,
“Shit.”
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Grace threw her nightgown on the bed, partly happy to be out of it. The lace along the top irritated the hell out of her skin, but she loved the way it got Carter all worked up. Digging through their dresser, she grabbed a t-shirt of Carter’s and a pair of yoga pants. She’d found the old baseball shirt when cleaning out the garage. Her mate got a sweet smile on his face every time she wore it.
Carter liked to act tough, but he was a lot more like the others than he realized. Maybe, worse than them if she really thought about it. Mason, Nathan and Gene hadn’t taken over their mate’s lives in a single night. She wasn’t dumb, most of her things were ending up in Carter’s house. Grace had a key, she’d picked all the new furniture. Most importantly, every night she ended up in his bed.
Her dad kept chuckling when she lugged more of her belongs into her truck each day. Hell, earlier that day he’d come right out and told her, “By next week you’ll be all moved out.” He wasn’t upset by the fact, which surprised her. He just wanted her to be happy. Now, if it had been her brother?
Gene would’ve hounded her from the night Ella’s twins were born. Another thought dawned on her. Lately Gene had given her a wide berth. She knew Lani was helping him with being crazy overprotective when it came to Grace. She’d gotten rid of one goon, only to get a worst one in his place. If a guy even dared to look at her for too long, Carter would find some way to touch her while glaring and growling. Goddess forbid if a male tried to touch her.
One of their younger male clients had almost gotten his hand bitten off after a meeting. Apparently, she couldn’t shake the hands of male customers anymore. Although, the rough sex which happened after, right in the office where anyone could catch them, was fantastic. Sometimes, she purposely pushed his buttons to see how possessive Carter could get.
