by Teagan Kade
“How’s that?”
“Because he’s lost without you.”
If I rolled my eyes any more they’d spin right out of my head, even though I am super turned on right now, oddly buzzed. It’s a sensation I’m not used to, living on the edge like this.
Carter lifts up fully, looking past me. “Hey!” he shouts.
I spin and follow his gaze.
Back on the beach a group of shadowy figures looks to be hanging around our clothes. I can hear their laughter and sniggering.
Teenagers.
Carter pushes me up by the backside. “Go!”
He sprints past me at full speed, but by the time we make it back to the beach, ‘Wilson’ looking deflated, the mystery teenagers are nowhere to be found.
And neither are our clothes.
A man with his dog watches on curiously down the beach.
It’s a good thing it’s dark so no one can see how freakin’ hard I’m blushing right now.
I look to Carter in panic. I definitely left my cell and wallet in the car, but as for Carter. “Tell me the car’s unlocked.”
Carter stands there scratching his head. “The car’s unlocked?”
Panic. Panic everywhere.
Yep. You’re going to jail.
“What do we do?” I question, voice shaky, body not much better. I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or the fact I’m standing here buck-ass naked in public.
Carter’s laughing.
I punch him in the arm. “This is so not the time to be laughing. This was your idea, remember?”
He looks me over. “Damn, you look hot when you’re angry.”
He nods his head towards a convenience store on the down the road. “There.”
“What are we going to do? Hide in the storeroom? Rob the joint?”
If my nipples get any harder they’re going to pop right off my chest.
“They might have something I can use to break into the Jeep.”
I look up to the sky for divine intervention. “Lord, help us.”
“Let’s go.” Carter heads off jogging, his giant penis swinging comically between his legs.
I have no choice but to follow. Halfway across the road a car going in the other direction honks, people cat-calling out the window while the headlights suddenly show every pore on my body.
I’m beyond mortified.
The lighting in the convenience store isn’t much better. It’s like being on the set of a porno. Even the lube’s here as Carter scouts the aisles.
So far the Pakistani shop keeper hasn’t batted an eyelid, sitting at the front counter reading through a paper, head in hand.
Carter plucks a packet of zip ties off the shelf. “This will do it.”
“Are you sure?” I stammer, trying to cover myself behind the microwave noodle shelf and keep my face out of camera sight less we become the main event in tomorrow’s Vancouver Sun.
I let Carter approach the counter first while I cower near the slushie machine.
The shopkeeper lifts his head, doesn’t seem to realize we’re both naked. “May I help you, sir?” he says, his eyes not dropping.
I actually look down to check I am naked, that I’m not hallucinating this madness.
Yep, that’s a vagina, Wren.
Carter places the packet of zip ties on the counter. “As you can see, we’re in a bit of a bind here, my friend. My wallet’s in the Jeep across the road there, but I need this to break into it, so if you could... you know... help a brother out.”
‘Help a brother out.’ I have to laugh at that. I doubt that’s endearing Carter, and Wilson, to his guy.
The shopkeeper remains stony-faced.
A bing signals another shopper entering the store. It’s a middle-aged woman, the kind who looks as though she has an army of cats ready to do her bidding. She selects a container of milk and stands dutifully behind Carter while he continues to plead our case.
It’s surreal. What the actual fuck is going on right now?
In monotone, the shopkeeper refuses to budge. “I’m sorry, sir. I cannot allow unpurchased goods to be removed from the store.”
“Our car is right there!” Carter exclaims. “I’ll be five minutes, tops.”
Our salvation comes from Cat Lady. She steps past Carter and plants a ten-dollar bill on the counter. “As much as I like staring at this young man’s well-toned tushie, I really need to get home.”
The shopkeeper rings up the purchase and hands the packet of zip ties over.
Carter swings around to thank the woman, almost taking her out with his appendage.
She looks down. “That’s all the thanks I need, sunshine. God bless.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, as I blitz pass with Carter, the two of us fleeing the store like a couple of career criminals.
Ten minutes and every curse word under the sun, maybe seven horn blasts and a ‘You should be ashamed of yourselves!’ later, Carter manages to get the door open with his intricate zip-tie slim jim.
I’ve never been so happy to step into a Jeep in all my life.
It’s a curious drive home, the both of us seated there nude, the heater on full blast, my nipples chaffing against the seatbelt, but I’m laughing and smiling and, just like Carter said, alive.
We pass through Oatville, barely a soul on the streets.
I take Carter’s hand, so much bigger than my own. “What does this mean? Us.”
“Why don’t we find out?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m betraying…” But I know how silly it sounds, especially considering everything David put me through. Carter is right. I owe him nothing.
I squeeze his hand. “You still haven’t told me what happened that night. Tell me, Carter. I want to know. We need to be open with one another if this is going to work.”
He exhales before breathing deep. He looks across at me. “Did you know David was a gambler?”
I shrug. “I know he liked to visit the casino every now and then, but he wasn’t what I’d call a big gambler.”
Carter laughs at that, eyes returning to the road. “You’re wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he pulled funds from the White Group to directly feed his addiction. Those nights he was late at the office? He was either fucking somebody else or at a table somewhere playing cards.”
“Cards?” I’m struggling to take in this new information. The infidelity was one thing, but gambling now too?
“It runs in the family,” continues Carter. “Hell, Dad blew half our fortune at a roulette wheel before Mom threw down an ultimatum. Bet you didn’t know that, and David? He was out of control.”
“How do you know this?”
Now it’s his turn to shrug. “I was gambling myself. I had money to burn from the Canucks contract, and booze and girls weren’t enough. But I wasn’t a high roller like David. No, he was at a whole different level.”
“I don’t understand what this has to do with you ending up prison.”
He takes another breath, speaking down to our joined hands. “I haven’t told you this, but David came to me that night. He was in trouble.”
My face is knotted. “Trouble? Like police trouble?”
He shakes his head. “Not cops. Trouble with the kind of people you never want to mess with, to owe.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“He wanted money, said he was over a hundred grand in debt to these guys. He’d sucked the White Group dry, couldn’t funnel any more cash from the business without raising suspicion.”
“And did you give him any?”
“Money? No. I told him to fuck off… and that’s when they arrived.”
“Who?”
“Enforcers, looking for payment. They must have followed him to my place.”
“One of them laid into him while the other two held me back. They fucked him up real good.”
It’s coming back to me now. “He said he fell down a flight of stairs.”
Carter looks to t
he roof laughing. “He never was creative, was he?”
“What happened?”
“They told him to pay up or…” He stops.
“Carter…” I press.
“…They were going to hurt you, Wren. They had a picture of you on one of their cells. You were inside your place in New York, doing the dishes or something. It was taken inside the house.”
I go cold. I remember that day. I had this feeling then, like someone was watching me.
Carter brings my hands up onto his thigh. “When they left, David was freaking the fuck out. He said he was going to leave, right then, head to LA and stay low.”
“He was going to leave me?”
A slow nod confirms it. “I got angry, told him he was putting you in danger, but he wouldn’t hear it. He was only worried about himself. He left, but I couldn’t let it go, couldn’t allow you to get tied up in his fucking mess. The building I was staying in had a CCTV camera mounted outside. I was friends with the security guard. He found me the plates on the car these guys came in, had a contact at the DMV track it to a house in Downtown Eastside.”
I’m filling in the blanks. “Oh, Carter.”
“I didn’t want the cops involved, still trying out of some warped sense of family pride to protect him. I didn’t even know what the hell I was going to do when I got there. This guy came out, somebody important. I told him they better back off, that you were off limits. Long story short, it turned ugly fast. I can barely remember it. One moment this guy was coming for me, the next I was taking out my gun, pulling the trigger. I meant to kill him, you know. I would have killed them all to protect you. He went down and I got the fuck out of there, came straight back to the cabin and waited. I knew I was fucked. The next thing the cops arrive, take me away.”
I’m trembling. “Carter, I had no idea. David said you were the one in trouble with them.”
“Figures. Question is, why did he come home? Why didn’t he run?”
I try to think back. “He said he fell down the stairs, that he’d had a long day at work, he was tired, a little aggressive perhaps, but nothing unusual.”
Carter’s shaking his head. “I bet it was our fucking father, bailing him out. He’d keep it quiet, of course, know exactly where to find these guys, how to get them their money. He’s as balls deep in the scum of that city as David was, perhaps more.”
I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. “You’re saying you spent two years in prison because of me?”
He doesn’t reply, but I know the answer.
CHAPTER TEN
CARTER
As soon as we’re through the door, it’s on.
I crush my lips to hers and drive her back to the bedroom, the mud still caked on our bodies.
Finally, after all these years, all those torturous nights in my cell with only her memory and my fingers around my cock, she’s mine.
She falls back onto the bed and I climb over her, my dick painfully hard.
I take her hands in mine and lift them above her head, her breasts stretching out perfectly, her tawny nipples begging for my mouth.
She wraps her legs around me, ankles against the dimples at the base of my spine, and pulls me forward, lifting her hips against my own.
I kiss her hard and deep, my stubble scuffing against her delicate skin.
The kiss deepens and my arousal surges, my cock throbbing to be inside her.
I let my mouth travel down from her neck to her chest. She arches her back, mewing for more.
Her nipples harden further when I take them into my mouth, sucking and lapping at the tight little peaks, bringing them between my teeth and biting down lightly.
“God,” she breathes. “Carter.”
I swirl my tongue around one before closing my lips over the other and pulling, noting the way the combined pleasure and pain draws her face inwards.
I let my cock rub up against her clit, tap against it.
Usually I’d be fucking her by now, doing her hard and fast as is my style, all about the finish, but I’ve been dreaming about this for so long I have to take my time, to savor it.
It takes everything I have to restrain myself, from letting my typical animal urges take over.
“I want you inside me,” she pants.
I cluck my tongue once. “Soon.”
I replace my mouth with my fingers, pinching at the slickened nipple, dragging my jaw down her belly and planting a series of heated kisses on the way. I can smell the sweet aroma of her sex, its wetness just below. It’s turning my cock to iron.
I run a hand between us. She widens her knees, one of my fingers gliding inside her. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She blushes, embarrassed, but need has the better of her now.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her, voice heady.
I take a condom from the bedside table and tear open the wrapper, sheathing myself.
She’s trembling beneath me, eyes focused on my cock.
I stretch myself over her, positioning myself between her legs.
She slides her hands down my back and over my ass, fingernails clawing into the firm flesh there.
“I’m going to give you every hot, hard inch of me,” I tell her. “Is that what you want?”
I nudge my cock forward against her opening.
“Yes,” she pleads, close to tears. “Please,” she whimpers.
She cries out as I give her what she desires, sliding deep into the wet confines of her pussy.
Her mouth snaps open, eyes closing as she takes me. Her breathing comes ragged as I pull out and thrust forward again. She’s so fucking tight it’s incredible, so wet for me.
I rock into her with a focused, steady rhythm, already heading towards a monster orgasm myself.
She moves beneath me, matching me stroke for stroke until soon our bodies are slick with sweat.
I run my hands over her entire body, don’t want to miss a single, square fucking inch of it.
She gasps and pants below me, her sex squeezing my cock like a vice, milking me. The more she moves, the harder I fuck her.
“Oh, god,” she chants. “Your cock feels so good.”
The dirty talk threatens to undo me, but I hold firm, fucking and stroking on, her fingers clawing deep into my ass. She mashes her mouth against mine, plunging her tongue inside.
She breaks away, breathless.
“Carter,” she says, her voice wavering, body tensing and coiling tight, “I think I’m going to—”
There’s a look on her face somewhere between shock and ecstasy, fear of the unknown.
The groan she lets out is primal and deep. I curse and drive into her as far as I can, her body convulsing and quivering, her pussy pulsing around my length.
I don’t stop. I can’t, driving through it.
Her sex twitches, an aftershock, and that’s it.
I thrust to the hilt, my tight balls against her ass, and release.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
WREN
I lay stretched out on the bearskin rug in front of the fire. The flames lick at the sides of the wine glass sitting in front of me. I’m not drunk, but I’m tipsy enough to be low on inhibitions.
I know I shouldn’t be drinking in front of Carter, but he offered, and after all these orgasms I didn’t have the energy to refuse.
He straddles my back and applies the coconut oil, his strong hands pressing deep into my flesh, finding knots and points of tension I never knew existed.
“I can’t believe you’ve never had an orgasm,” he says.
“You’re telling me. Now that I know what I’ve been missing out on it’s going to be real hard to step back into the real world instead of holing up in bed with you twenty-four seven.”
“If only.”
Not once in three years of marriage did David give me a massage like this, even offer me a drink. I don’t know how it’s possible that two brothers, born from the same family, could be so different, but I’m slowly coming t
o understand it.
Coming, full stop.
“Was it everything you hoped for?” asks Carter, moving onto my shoulders. I’m Play-Doh in his hands.
“What’s that?”
“The big O.”
“Everything and more,” I moan. “I always thought it would be an exploding feeling, you know, but it was different. It was more of an implosion, the entire world crashing in on me.”
“You make it sound like a disaster movie.”
“Deep Impact?” I offer.
“Given what was happening below, I was thinking more like Volcano.”
It’s true I may have squirted—something, who knows what—in the throes of climax, not that Carter seemed to mind. “Yes, sorry about that.”
He scoffs. “Are you fucking kidding me? That was the single hottest thing I’ve seen, that I could make you come so hard you lost all control. And we’re only getting started.”
“We are? Are you trying to make up for lost time?”
“Let me tell you, a real flesh-and-blood vagina’s a lot better than a hand and a butter sachet from the lunch line.”
“And is my vagina up to your impeccable standards?”
He reaches behind himself, sliding a finger inside me. “It’s perfection.”
“We can’t stay here all day, you know?” I purr.
“Why not?”
An immediate excuse doesn’t come to mind. Would it be so bad to hide away in this cabin, just the two of us, no distractions and no outside world to interrupt our… sessions? “I don’t know if the hermit lifestyle is for me.”
“This isn’t Deliverance. Yes, we’re a little remote, but we still have phone reception, modern amenities.”
“You don’t even have a shower.”
His finger runs deeper, sliding in and out like a slim cock. “Why shower when you can bathe?”
*
Carter heads into town for supplies, leaving me to wander the cabin, my body still tingling from earlier adventures.
It’s funny. Carter was never this tidy as a kid, even when he moved away from home. I’d go over to his place and shake my head internally at the accumulated mess—the bottles, the pizza boxes, the random thong or bra he never thought to hide. Or maybe he wanted me to see, make me understand what I was missing out on. Whatever it was he was trying to tell me back then, I missed it completely.
