Foolish Games: Cartwright Brothers, book 3

by Lilliana Anderson

  Biting my lip as I smiled, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and nodded. “Where do I sign?”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Let Me Be Your First

  “Hmm,” I hummed and rolled my hips against the warm mouth waking me before it was even light enough to see. “Kris.”

  “Mmm?” he responded, without pausing, his tongue teasing my opening.

  “I was sleeping.” I smiled as I said it. We had spent the last few days making up for lost time, hiding out in the forest, just the two of us getting to know each other on a deeper level while making love repeatedly. This was why people in the old days had so many children—no television to distract them.

  “You were?” He pulled back a little and blew cool air over my clit, making me squirm and reach for him. “I could have sworn you were awake and begging, ‘Please, Kris, make me come with your mouth.’” He pitched his voice to mimic what I assumed was supposed to be me.

  My fingers sliding into his hair, I let out a moan when his mouth returned to me, his tongue sliding around my swollen clit, as he sucked.

  “That is so not what I sound like,” I forced out, half laughing, half moaning as he slid his fingers inside me.

  He lifted his head and met my eyes, smiling, my fingers trailing down to his stubbled cheeks from his movement. “That’s exactly how you sound, doll. ‘Fuck me. Oh yes. Like that.’”

  I gasped and dropped my head back against the pillow as those finger curls did some pretty amazing things to my insides. I couldn’t argue while he was pressing all my favourite buttons.

  “You taste like fucking heaven,” he groaned, working me with his strong fingers before closing his mouth over my clit again.

  “Oh God, yes. Just like that.” My eyes rolled back as he added another finger and slid all three in and out of me, my orgasm hurtling to the surface, so desperate for release even though I’d lost count of how many times I’d screamed his name in this very bed.

  Unable to hold off, I let out a low satisfied moan as my body spasmed then exploded all around his fingers. “Kristiiiiiian.” It was impossible for me to shorten his name in the throes of ecstasy. Something about the lengthening of the syllables as my back arched off the bed really did it for me.

  “Mornin’, doll,” he said with a self-satisfied smile as he continued to pump his fingers inside me, bringing me down gently.

  I stretched my arms above my head and grinned in return. “OK. So maybe I do sound a little like that,” I said, making him laugh before placing his hands either side of me and kissing me tenderly.

  “I like it. Let’s me know I’m doing a good job.”

  “How could you not? You have a magic touch.”

  He quirked a brow. “Do I now?”

  Nodding, I ran my hands up his sides, making him shudder slightly and release a soft rumble.

  “You know, you make some funny noises too.”

  “Nah,” he said, brushing his nose against mine. “I sound completely normal.”

  Placing my palms against his chest, I pushed until he rolled onto his back and brought me with him. “I’ll bet I can make you hiss between your teeth and say, ‘Fuck’.” I lowered my voice to a grunt for the last word, making him laugh.

  “I don’t do that.”

  “You do. And you go, ‘Ohhh’ and ‘Ahhh’.”

  “So, I’m a ghost?”

  Grinning, I ran my fingertips down his chest as I slid my way down his body. “Would you like me to show you?”

  “If you’re about to do what I think you’re doin’ then I’ll make any noise you want. I’ll even squeal like a pig.”

  Wrapping my hand around his already hard shaft, I flicked my tongue over his salty tip, keeping my eyes on his. “Just the hissing and groaning will be sufficient.”

  He nodded. “OK. And, doll, just so we’re clear, I am so fucking hard for you right now. I will pull your hair and come down your throat. I’m not even gonna try to stop myself.”

  I grinned. “Ohhh. Ahhh.”

  He chuckled. “Put my dick in your mouth.”

  With a chuckle of my own, I took his tip inside my mouth, running my tongue around the base of his head. I smiled to myself when he hissed and tensed his washboard abs. Then I drew him in deeper and hummed around his length, my hand fisting his base.

  Sitting up a little, he watched me, leaning his weight onto one elbow. “Take it deeper,” he murmured, his other hand sweeping across the back of my neck, wrapping the length of my hair around his fingers so he had complete control of my head. Had this been any other man, I would have been worried, but it was Kristian, and I trusted him not to go beyond my point of comfort. He was more about my pleasure than he ever was about his. “Deeper, doll.”

  Looking up at him, my mouth full of his cock and my heart filled with love, I relaxed my throat and took him as far as I could. His hips moved as he watched his dick disappear, in and out. His teeth clenched. “Fuck,” he ground out, pushing a little farther than was comfortable. But not so far I couldn’t take it. I loved the view, watching that strong body tense and fight the urge to come before he was ready. He was so in control, his hand guiding my head, his eyes drinking in every detail of the slick movement as I sucked and swallowed.

  “I fucking love your mouth,” he said. His lips parted, his eyes started to get that hazy quality that meant an orgasm wasn’t far off.

  I hummed and kept my eyes locked with his as I lowered my free hand between my thighs, wetting a finger with my juices before I slid it between his legs and pressed a finger against his arse. He flinched slightly, his eyes going wide, but then I pressed past that tight bud and he moaned in surprise just before I pushed against his G-spot and he practically squealed through his sudden release.

  I swallowed quickly as his cock shot hot cum down my throat and he released his hold on me, gripping onto the sheets and losing complete control of himself. He came harder than I think he ever had in his life.

  “Holy fucking hell,” he yelled when I sat back and wiped my mouth, feeling mighty pleased with myself.

  “You liked that?”

  “Um, well, I didn’t think I would, but yeah. Fucking wow.”

  He picked me up and tossed me back on the bed, quickly holding himself over me before his mouth covered mine, kissing me firm then soft. “My God, I want to fuck you so hard right now, but we’re finally out of condoms.”

  I wrapped my legs around him, moving against the roll of his body, creating a delicious friction. “Then pull out before you finish. Or better yet,” I said, twisting beneath him so my back was to his front. “Do it here.” I pressed my arse against his already revived cock.

  He gulped. “Are you serious?”

  I nodded. “It’s only fair, since I just surprised you in yours.”

  “Right now, it’s the best fucking surprise I’ve ever been given in my life.”

  He slid back as I shifted onto my knees. “You haven’t done this before?”

  “Shockingly”—I watched him over my shoulder as he shook his head—“I have not. I never pushed for it because of my size, you know.”

  “Then let me be your first.”

  He placed his big hands on my hips and slid them all over my smooth skin. I moaned and moved against him. “I’m really nervous about this, doll,” he admitted. “I’m worried I’m gonna hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” I gasped, reaching between us and taking his cock in my hand. “First, you’re gonna get nice and wet in here.” I placed him at the entrance to my pussy and pushed back, taking him inside me as we both groaned, moving together and building our arousal, coating him in my slick juices. “And then”—I was struggling to speak. God, I loved having this man in my body—“you slide back here.” I pulled forward, using my hand to guide his tip back, transferring my juices to my arse before I released my breath and pushed against him.

  “Holy fuck, doll,” he rasped as I took him inside, nice and slow. I moaned so hard, my entire body tingled with a whole
different kind of pleasure. I used my own hand to rub at my clit, so wet and slick.

  “Oh God, Kris,” I hissed as he moved inside me. “I can’t hold it. I need to come.” I pressed my whole hand against my pussy. The ache and need that accompanied his back-door movement made me desperate for release.

  “Fuck. Me too. This is so tight. I’m dying.”

  Just as I screamed out, my whole body tightening, he withdrew, his dick landing against my lower back, cum spurting over my skin.

  “Holy bloody hell and heaven and every other fucking thing in between. That was…”

  I turned to him and smiled, panting. “The dirtiest sex you’ve ever had?”

  He laughed. “Uh, yeah. And the best.” Grabbing some tissues, he cleaned off my back then scooped me into his arms. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

  “Sounds perfect to me,” I whispered, placing my hand against the side of his face as he bowed his head to kiss me.

  “Then we need to pack up and get out of here.”

  I pouted. “That doesn’t sound so perfect.”

  “I know, but we can’t hide here forever. If I’m going to make you my wife, there’s a whole bunch of stuff we need to do.”

  “The trees can marry us.”

  He chuckled. “I love you, doll,” he whispered, nudging his nose against mine.

  “I love you too. And fine. We can leave so I can marry you.”

  “I knew you’d see it my way.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  A New Kind of Debt

  “I changed my mind. I don’t wanna go back to the real world,” I whined, pouting and folding my arms across my chest as Kristian placed the last of our things next to the front door.

  “Doll, it’s been a week already. If we don’t go back now, they’ll come and drag us back. In fact, I’m surprised Toby hasn’t been here bashing down the door already.”

  “What is his deal anyway? I think he’s great, but he’s always up in everybody’s business.”

  “He feels responsible for us all. Nate likes to think he’s the next in charge, but if you notice the way Jasmine always looks to Toby before she makes a decision, you’ll know that’s not true.”

  “Yeah. I had noticed that.”

  “Jazz has been grooming him to take over for years. She’s kind of semi-retired as it is. More a figurehead these days than the leader. I reckon once this shit is over with Conway’s crew, she’ll back right off. Take some time to enjoy the fruits of her labour.”

  “How old is she?”

  “Young. She’s fifty-seven. Had Tobes when she was seventeen.”

  “Hmm, like my mum.”

  “Do you ever talk to her?”

  I shook my head. “I burn all of my bridges for a reason, Kris. It’s so I’m never tempted to go back.”

  “So no chance at a reconciliation?”

  “None.”

  He nodded. “OK. Cartwright will be the only name that matters then.”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  “We should get going. We have to sign some paperwork to make that happen.”

  “Then in one calendar month I get to be your wife.” I grinned.

  He took my hand and pulled me towards him. “Exactly as it should be. Now, let’s go.”

  I pouted again. I loved it here.

  “I promise to bring you back here as often as I can. We can spend all our downtime here if you like.”

  Running my hands down the front of the T-shirt, I let out a happy sigh. “You’re making a lot of promises this past week, mister.”

  Leaning down, he pressed his lips to my forehead. “And I intend to keep every single one of them, soon-to-be missus. But we really need to go, we fucked up the Sydney job, and we still have to plan the transport gig, so there’s work to be done.”

  “OK,” I said, pulling the cardigan Holland leant me a little tighter. I kind of hoped she didn’t want it back when we returned, because I’d grown to really love it.

  Kristian watched me do it, thoughtfulness to his expression. “And I also think I need to take you shopping for some new clothes. Personally, I prefer you naked. But I can’t help but notice you have very few things.”

  “I travel pretty light.”

  “I know, but you don’t need to anymore. I’m gonna give you everything you need, OK? It’s my job to take care of you.”

  Closing my eyes against the emotion that hit me at his words, I rested my head against his chest as he wrapped me in his arms. I had always wanted to belong. Turned out, I really needed to belong to somebody too. Kristian Cartwright owned me, and I couldn’t be happier.

  “OK,” I said. “We can go shopping.”

  “Think we can make a stop in the lingerie department? I still owe you for those sexy little lace things I tore.” He wiggled his brows and I laughed before grabbing his hand.

  “You think they’ll notice if I model them for you in the change rooms?”

  He gulped. “That should totally be the first place we go.”

  “I thought everyone was waiting for us.”

  He pulled me to the door. “They can wait a little longer.”

  “What the actual…” Kris’s words trailed off as he slowed the Ute to a stop outside the Cartwright family home. Lined up out front were five Harley Davidsons. When he cut the engine, the thump of music bounced out of the house.

  “They’re having a party?” I asked, unclipping my seatbelt. “With bikers? In the middle of the day?” That seemed like everything I would never expect Jasmine to do.

  But then, she had been fucking Breaker rather loudly when we left.

  “Or something much worse.” With his brow knitted, Kris leaned forward and opened the glovebox, twisting his hand inside to open another compartment that was hiding a handgun.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, lurching away from the evil thing. “You can’t take that in there.”

  “What if she’s in trouble? What if these guys have moved in and are taking over and we weren’t here to stop it?”

  I looked at him and flattened my lips into a thin line. “Are you seriously jumping to conclusions right now? Didn’t doing exactly that almost break us up?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But nothing. Breaker would never do something like that. He’s not that kind of person.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because I do!” Frustration and disappointment reared its ugly head. I didn’t want to go through this again. I closed my eyes and took a calming breath. “Kristian, do you trust me?”

  He nodded. “With my life.”

  “Then trust me on this. Put the gun back where it was. Your mother isn’t in danger. If anything, she’s probably the safest she’s ever been right now.”

  The tension slowly lifted from his chest. “All right. I trust your judgement.” He slid the gun back into its hidey-hole.

  Letting out my breath, I smiled as I took his hand in mine. “Look at us,” I said. “Learning from our mistakes already.”

  He pressed his lips to my knuckles and nodded. “Let’s go see what the hell is going on.”

  I smoothed my hands over my new jeans and pulled my tie-front shirt down a little. It was the most fashionable I’d been in a long time. After signing our Notice of Intended Marriage form, Kris took me shopping and didn’t act bored for a single moment while I tried on shoes and clothes. I’d felt like a princess getting spoilt by her prince. People always said that things were unimportant, but those people had probably never lived a life without. The first time you entered a store and knew you could have whatever you wanted without having to steal it was fucking amazing. The whole back of the Ute was full of my new wardrobe. I would never wear my old cut-offs again.

  Holding hands, Kris and I walked to the front door, the sound of someone hooting before a splash met our ears just as we pushed it open.

  “Are they having a pool party?” Kris asked as the sound repeated itself. There was laughter and chatter, the
n a gleeful squeal.

  “I think that’s exactly what’s going on.” I smiled, mainly because my suspicions had been right. “Told you there was nothing to worry about.”

  He looked at me like I might be crazy. “My mother is having a pool party with a bunch of bikers during the day.”

  I scrunched up my nose. “Good point.”

  Closing the front door behind us, we headed to the back of the house where people we’d never seen before stood around drinking and shooting pool. There were a few more outside near the pool, some guy with a long grey beard was barbecuing, it sounded like the soundtrack of Supernatural was blaring out of a Bluetooth stereo. I half expected to see Sam and Dean Winchester out there, but found a few Cartwrights instead.

  Sam was in the pool with Alesha on his shoulders. She was wrestling with some random busty girl on Abbot’s shoulders. Nate was holding a beer while talking to the grey beard at the barbecue, and Holland was by his side, smiling as she listened on. It was surreal to say the least.

  The only ones I couldn’t immediately see were Jasmine and Toby, but I found him in the farthest lounger by the pool, relaxing with a beer and his dog by his side. I found her when a giggle came out of the kitchen. She was sitting on the bench with Breaker caging her in while he spoke real close to her ear then fed her cake. I felt happiness for her. She had taken a shitty hand and made something for herself. She’d kept her family together throughout some hard fucking years. Abbot had said he’d never heard his mother…happy like she’d been the other day with Breaker. And Breaker was the sort of man who would focus his complete attention on the main woman in his life, and I felt that it was about time someone gave that to Jasmine. She hadn’t doubted me, so I had nothing but appreciation and respect for her.

  “I feel like Marty McFly,” Kris said, standing really still with his eyes wide.

  “The guy in Back to the Future?”

  He grinned. “You know that one?”

  I shrugged. “I had a TV. I’ve seen some movies.”