Matchmaker Backfire: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows Who He Wants Book 226)

by Flora Ferrari

  “I have to go, Carter, I really can’t get out of it unless I want to lose my career, the house, everything,” he says, glancing to Serena as I turn.

  “What’s happened?” I ask, curious more than anything as I watch him blow air from his cheeks and run his hands through his hair, starting to pace before he stops and takes Serena’s hand.

  “The company chief had a medical episode, everyone else is out of the country so it falls to me to keep the ship righted. There are unusual storm cells all over the place, and the stores have been stripped. I need to get to Washington and oversee distribution, pull some strings from our friends in customs too to free up supplies.”

  It sounds like a mammoth task, but I know Greg’s the man who can do it.

  “Our holiday might have to wait, honey,” he tells Serena softly, lowering his voice as he turns his back to me.

  “I’ll leave the truck here, hopefully, I’ll be back in a few days but… I wouldn’t count on it.” I hear him tell her.

  I don’t want to smile, but I feel it welling up inside me, along with fresh arousal and attraction for Serena.

  I turn back to the fire, crouching on my hams while I pretend to warm my hands, feeling nothing but the heat radiating from my own body.

  A sheen of sweat on my brow as I almost clap my hands together in triumph.

  “I will need you to look out for Serena, Carter, she wants to stay,” Greg says firmly.

  His hand on my shoulder making me jump a little worried he might see how happy all this has made me.

  I nod automatically, standing slowly and keeping my hands over my front.

  I’m so fucking hard for her already, I could fill her as soon as he leaves the room.

  “When do you leave?” I ask him, noticing how hurt he really looks when he meets Serena’s eyes.

  “There’s a helicopter on its way… Company president’s own toy. They really need this. They need me,” he says matter of fact.

  Thinking back to my time on the oil rigs, the men and women who ran things, I can’t help but feel proud of Greg for stepping up like this.

  “You might have a promotion at the end of it,” I offer.

  “I might quit,” he says without thinking, looking at Serena again before laughing off his statement.

  “I might,” he says, forcing himself to look composed for our benefit.

  “I better repack my bag,” he says, moving over to his gear as Serena and I only stare at each other.

  Her eyes filled with a look I know is all for me.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Serena

  I’ve never seen dad so torn between anything, and my heart is in my throat when he says he might quit his job rather than go.

  Because I know a part of him would rather quit than leave me here.

  The same part of me that can tell he knows once he’s gone so is his little girl.

  Not forever. I’ll always love my dad.

  But once I give myself to Carter, I know there’s no going back.

  Carter goes into his own cabin after we lock eyes for so long it feels like the whole woodland outside is aware of the electricity between us both before my dad says anything.

  “I wish things were different, honey. I really do,” he murmurs, checking the doorway to make sure we’re alone.

  “It’s okay, Dad,” I tell him. “I understand. It’s been a bit of a washout anyway,” I admit, meaning the weather but the hurt on his face makes me regret saying it straight away.

  “I did try, honey…” is all he says, focusing on zipping his bag with a grimace before heading for the door.

  “I’ll go wait in the lodge for the helicopter. It should be here anytime, landing out on the frozen lake, apparently,” he says absently.

  I bounce over to him in a few short steps, relieved when he returns my hug.

  “I meant the weather Daddy, not your holiday being a washout. Look after yourself okay?” I ask him, hearing my breath catch.

  “Oh, honey. I know you did,” he lies for me, and I can see a silver tear at the corner of his eye before he closes the door behind him, not even saying goodbye to Carter.

  And I know not to go after him.

  I know how much this hurts him.

  Knowing what I want to do, I turn slowly and go stand by the fire instead, the chill from having the door open just a moment feels like its sucked all the warmth out of the room.

  Until I feel Carter’s eyes on me from the doorway of his room.

  “Greg didn’t say goodbye?” he asks, making me jump. Wishing he was closer already, but I shake my head gently.

  “I think he’s pretty cut up about going back, for work I mean,” I tell him.

  “I’ll go over to him, where is he, the lodge?” he asks, but I turn, moving to meet him before he reaches the door, my hand on his arm.

  “Don’t, Carter. Just… Don’t.” I hear myself murmur, feeling a flood of emotions I thought were reserved for my dad, for our situation.

  Only realizing they’re all for Carter once I start to voice them.

  I should hold him, tell him he’s all I really want, but I can’t.

  Not yet. Not while I know dad’s so close and feeling so bad about everything.

  Hugging my elbows, I walk back slowly over to the fire, feeling Carter not far behind me, sitting down on the couch as he watches me from behind.

  “I’m still your dad’s friend, Serena. No matter what else happens,” he reminds me.

  “Just leave it,” I tell him. Hearing my voice crack. “Let’s just wait here, wait until we hear his helicopter come to pick him up.”

  “And then what?” Carter asks, sending a shiver up my spine without me even having to look at him to register what he’s broadcasting.

  I hear him breathe through his nose, and I muffle a sigh.

  “I can’t just sit here and wait, Serena. Your dad, he’s my best friend,” he finally says firmly, making for the door again.

  “I won’t let him leave without seeing me, and I know you’ll be right here when I get back,” he adds with authority, sending that shiver through me all over again.

  I don’t look up until I hear him open the door, I watch his back as he leaves, counting the seconds until he comes back to me.

  Not to me, but for me.

  Because I know once my dad’s gone and Carter comes back, he’s gonna claim me properly.

  As his own.

  Like I’ve always wanted him to.

  It feels like hours but has to be minutes before I hear the thumping of the helicopter over the cabins as it lands nearby on the frozen lake.

  I almost wish I’d gone after him. After dad and after Carter, but I remember how firm Carter was on me being here once he gets back.

  And after what feels like longer than waiting the first time, I finally hear the helicopter leave again, going in the opposite direction it came in.

  Not long after, Carter comes through the cabin door. He looks tired, weary.

  Until his eyes meet mine and I feel that shiver again, stronger than ever running up my whole body this time, and not just from my spine.

  From a place I know I want Carter like nothing else right now.

  I should ask him if my dad’s okay. If he’s even left.

  But I only feel pulled upwards and towards Carter.

  Watching as his huge arms reach out for me before he scoops me up into them like I weigh nothing and leans back against the door, locking it with a flick of his fingers.

  Those magical fingers which I feel suddenly caressing me all over.

  Not limited to just slight touches and glances now.

  Fingers and hands that I can yield to a hundred percent because I know we’re finally alone.

  “Is he-” I finally manage to gasp after Carter’s mouth has been on mine so long I feel like I’m gonna faint from sheer pleasure.

  “I’m gonna make you mine now, Serena. Like I wanted to from the moment you got here,” Carter growls, lifting me up
and walking towards his cabin room, towards his bed.

  Our bed now.

  My heart feels like it’ll burst under him, but my mouth is as hungry as his is for mine, yearning for more of everything he has to give me.

  I can feel his heart pounding against my chest as he lays me on the bed. Every fiber of muscle in his body feels like taut string under his clothes, but he’s so gentle with me.

  I feel awkward for a moment as he stands over me, watching me and scanning my whole body with those intense, smoldering eyes.

  Normally self-conscious, I can see the effect his view is having on him as he makes another low sound of satisfaction. The thickness of his own arousal through his jeans makes me gasp and shiver, pressing my legs together.

  He shakes his head gently, leaning back long enough to put a hand between my knees and guide them apart again.

  “Take off your sweater,” he commands softly, letting his hand linger between my legs before moving it up to brush my mound through my jeans.

  The slightest touch from him renders me useless, and with a smile, he sits me forward long enough to lift off my sweater and unhook my bra.

  Reaching out for him, wanting to feel some more of him, he shakes his head again as he gently unbuttons my jeans.

  “There’s time for that,” he croons softly, making me shudder again as I lift my hips so he can slide me out of my jeans and panties.

  “I want this,” he says firmly, cupping my mound and making me groan before he presses the same hand to his mouth, “…here…” he adds, pulling me closer to him by my feet as he positions himself between my legs.

  I’ve never felt anything like it, a real man the size of Carter making me feel tiny under his strength but knowing he’s being as gentle as a lamb.

  Carter kisses me, letting me taste my own arousal before he moves down my body.

  He tenderly kisses my chest and flicks each nipple to eye-rolling stiffness before he settles on what he’s really gonna start with.

  His whole mouth suddenly over my sodden pussy is enough to make me groan loudly, with the vibration of his own sounds moving straight up inside me as well.

  Running my hands through his hair as I press him closer, my only regret is we couldn’t have done this sooner.

  I half worry about pressing him too hard, using him on me like this as I start to squirm in time with his tongue pushing inside me, but he only makes a deeper satisfying sound.

  The tickle of his stubble against me is like a thousand tiny fingers, his own thick digits eventually joining in as he spreads my lips open and teaches me what it means to be a woman once he expertly manipulates my throbbing clit until I hear myself gasping his name.

  “Carter, Carter,” I whimper urgently, feeling myself about to come right in his mouth.

  One of his hands grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him, kneading my cheeks in time with his action on my quivering hole.

  I want this to last forever, I never have thought anyone could make me feel so good.

  So special, but there’s an insistence in Carter’s moan that orders me to come.

  It’s what he wants.

  I feel my toes start to curl first, then a rush of warm current from the space between my legs before something else inside feels like it lets loose.

  Something I’ve never felt before.

  My whole body shudders and I grip Carter’s head and neck so hard I’m sure I’ll leave scratches.

  But his own deep growl only intensifies along with his satisfaction as he takes all of me in his mouth.

  I can feel my essence running over my saturated lips as they quiver and pulse, tracing new lines of pleasure onto my legs where Carter meets them with his mouth, every single time.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Carter

  She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and once she’s naked under me I know just how hard I’ve fallen for her.

  So soft, so smooth.

  She’s nervous, sure. A little scared maybe, but once our bodies connect it’s like all the unspoken questions suddenly have an answer.

  I don’t feel her doubt once her pussy is in my mouth, and I don’t doubt myself either once I hear her gasping my name as she comes for me.

  The memory of seeing her dad off is cloudy already like it happened years ago.

  Now that we’re alone, she’s all I want.

  All I need.

  I don’t plan on doing much skiing or dining for the rest of the trip unless it involves Serena’s curves and this sweet, sweet pussy of hers.

  Moving up to kiss her again, I realize in all the excitement I’m still dressed.

  Serena’s hands start to move over me, settling on the one thing I want to give her most of all.

  Gnawing at her lip, she tugs at my jeans button with one hand, the other stroking my hardness through the denim.

  I can already feel my balls rising up, the need to plant my seed in her is overwhelming.

  Just as much as her own need to come was.

  I’m glad I could help her out with that, and there’s plenty more where that came from.

  But I can tell something else is bugging her.

  The need to get into my pants seems clouded in her eyes for a moment and she looks away.

  “What is it?” I ask her, hoping I’m not leaning on her too hard or that I’m not pressing things too fast too soon.

  But I thought once Greg was gone, it was what we both wanted.

  To be together.

  Her face twists a little and I see her lip starting to quiver with emotion.

  “I’ve never done anything like this, Carter. I’m...a virgin,” she finally manages, flushed with embarrassment.

  Me? It’s the second best thing I’ve heard all day. The first was her old man’s chopper leaving, closely followed by the sound of her coming in my mouth.

  Maybe a tie for that one.

  Her look worsens when I stifle a laugh, but my kiss assures her I’m not laughing at her.

  I’m laughing with relief.

  Sheer joy.

  “Oh it’s not the end of the world, Serena,” I tell her, noting her sidelong glance.

  “It just means you’ve made me the happiest man on earth,” I explain.

  “How so?” she asks, studying my expression.

  “Because you’ll be all mine and I’ll be your first. Your only. That’s how so,” I remind her, kissing her again and feeling her relax under me.

  Her breathing shifting from embarrassed to hot and horny in a few heartbeats.

  “So, you don’t mind then?” she asks, making me remind her again just what she’s doing to me as I place her hand on my front again.

  “I mind this being trapped in my jeans,” I growl, and in no time I watch with growing excitement as she busies herself to free my cock.

  Feeling more than ever it’s all for her once she takes what she can manage in both hands, gasping and telling me how beautiful she thinks it is.

  How long she’s dreamed of this moment.

  Her fingers trace a thick line of pre-come which is oozing from me, taking it to her lips and then pressing it against mine.

  The scent of her climax is still fresh and mixed with my own essence, I caution her.

  “I’m gonna fill you with this Serena, make you come so hard on my cock.”

  A part of me is hoping I can last that long, with the coolness of the air and the delicate touch of her fingers on my length as she starts to work her hands back and forth, all I can do is groan louder as she shivers another breath. Her eyes not moving up once as she studies my manhood with fascination.

  I slip out of my sweater and tee, both of us naked and pressed together in moments.

  A sensation that makes both of us sigh and moan with satisfaction, with Serena telling me she likes to feel my weight on her.

  And me telling her I want to feel myself inside of her.

  Her hesitation and embarrassment are soon the same urgency she had to come earlier, only
this time it’s my dick she needs inside her.

  “We don’t have to,” I tell her, “If you want to wait…”

  Despite my own needs, I fully get it if she wants to go slow, and I know I could literally just eat her up for the rest of the entire day.

  If she wants to wait then she-

  I groan once her hand grips my swollen head, squeezing it as she draws a sharp breath in, circling her tight wet hole with it.

  “Just go slow, Carter,” she mews. “You’re so freaking huge I think you could split me in half with this thing,” she adds, relaxing and raising her knees up while opening herself more for me.

  I find it hard to swallow, my heart thrashing in my chest but I know this is my moment.

  My rightful place to claim her and please her for a second time.

  I kiss her again, with both hands on either side of her as she slowly guides me inside her tight, virgin pussy.

  Her hands move up my arms, gripping them tightly as she feels there’s no need to guide me anymore.

  Our bodies start to move as one once I’m inside her, feeling her twist her hips under me as I slowly push further inside her.

  She moans and grips me harder than when I used my mouth to draw the same results from her.

  “Mine,” I hear myself growl as I feel her relax and flex one last time before I slid in balls deep inside her.

  The only place I ever want to be from this moment forward.

  And judging from the sounds she’s making, I know she feels exactly the same way.

  Her eyes have gone from misty-dreamy, to wide and hungry, urging me to start moving faster inside her once she’s relaxed over my throbbing cock that I feel pulsing with my own heartbeat, mixed with some twitching of its own as I clench my jaw.

  Fighting to delay the urge to come inside her until I’ve had her come on my cock first.

  My gift for her in return for her giving herself to me.

  “Yours,” she shivers, and I feel her pussy quiver over my rod as her eyes roll back again. Like a key in a lock that’s been freed, we both feel the exquisite pleasure of being so close to each other, we both know it’s like a pact between us from now on.

  I know there will never be anyone else for me, and she knows I’m hers alone from this moment on.