A Carpino Series Collection, Books 1-3

by Brynne Asher

  I kiss her, thrusting my tongue deep in her mouth wanting as much of her as I can get. Finally, letting her go, I move down her body, squeezing both her tits on my way. I finally get between her legs and throw them over my shoulders, spreading her before me. I smile as she moans when she feels my lips and tongue touch her. Cupping her ass in my hands, I hold her tight, giving her no space to move.

  I tease her for a bit—licking, tasting, and feeling her squirm. Hearing her moan and trying to lift her hips to get purchase on my mouth makes me want to combust. I keep it slow and remind myself she’s probably sore from last night. I finally pull her clit in deep, making her come for me, fast and hard.

  Not only do I feel her in my mouth, but listening to her breathe and moan as she tries to quiet herself is perfect. As I get to know her body, I’m getting that it doesn’t take much to work her up, but the longer I play with her, the harder she comes. And feeling her pussy quiver in my mouth is heaven.

  I crawl back over her and reach for a condom, thinking she might need to sort out some birth control sooner than later. I don’t know how long I can wait to have her without anything between us. She’s still recovering, but I roll to the side on my back and unbutton my jeans, yanking them down just enough.

  I pull her over so she’s laying on me and hand her the condom. “You do it.”

  “What?” she asks, surprised.

  “Hold the tip so there’s no air,” I explain. “Roll it down and guide yourself onto me. Then do what you want.”

  “Cam…” she says hesitantly.

  I put my hands on her face and pull her close, looking into her big brown eyes. “Baby, I just accepted help from your dad because it was the right thing to do for you and my kids, but I’m not happy about it. I know you’re new at this, but I’m not in the mood to wait. Darlin’, climb on. Now.”

  “Climb on?” Her brow furrows.

  “Now, Paige.” I lower my voice and slide my hands down her back, her ass and when I reach her hamstrings, I yank her legs so she’s straddling me.

  She slowly sits up and scoots down to rip the condom open. When she puts her small hands on my throbbing cock, I force myself to exhale. She’s new at this, I’ve got to control myself for her. But even last night when I held back so I didn’t hurt her, it was good. It was so good, I can’t remember if it’s ever been better. And that makes it all the more difficult to control myself.

  I feel her roll the condom down my cock and when I look to her gorgeous face with that long dark hair falling around her naked shoulders and back, she doesn’t look hesitant. She’s biting back a small smile.

  “What?”

  She shakes her head and looks down embarrassed before peeking back up at me. “I like this.”

  “If you like that, feel free to do whatever you want, baby.” I can’t help smiling. “Darlin’. Now.”

  She slowly moves up my body to straddle me and I put my hands on her hips as she positions herself. I feel her pussy start to slide down my cock. I don’t know how it could be, but the look on her face as she takes me settles in my gut in a way that feels better than her downward glide. Way better.

  “Oh.” She moans, taking all of me.

  I slide my hands up her sides to her tits, playing with her. “Rock, move up and down, I don’t care. Find what you like.”

  She starts to move, rocking forward and back, finding her rhythm. As I lift my hips a little for her, she immediately exhales and her eyelids droop, but she starts to move faster.

  Just when I start to move with her, she calls for me, “Cam?”

  “Yeah?”

  Lifting her lids to look down at me and without stopping, she breathes, “Um … did you mean it earlier?”

  “Did I mean what?” I ask, dropping my hands to her hips. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to last.

  “What you said.”

  “I mean everything I say, what are you talking about?” I breathe hard and guide her hips to move with me.

  Her brown eyes are gazing, heated yet uncertain. “When you said you wanted to take care of me.”

  I stop with my hands and we still, my cock planted deep inside her. Her face wavers and I see regret creep through her features. Knifing up to a sitting position, I pull her legs around my waist and grab her ass with one hand while pulling her head close with my other. Face to face, all I see are her eyes frowning.

  Paige

  I shouldn’t have asked, but I couldn’t help it. When he said he wanted to take care of me, it felt different than anything so far.

  He brings my attention back to him. “Baby, of course I meant it.”

  I slump in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, pulling myself to him tight. I feel his hand at my ass, pressing me down on his cock, making me squeeze him tighter.

  “So fucking sweet,” he murmurs into my neck. “How could I not want to take care of you?”

  I can’t look at him, but say in his ear, “This is different. I’m used to people wanting to take care of me, but not like this.”

  He puts his mouth to mine and kisses me before he murmurs against my lips, “You need to know what you’ve done to me. I couldn’t walk away when I knew I should and now, there’s no way. So yeah, I don’t only want to take care of you, I need it. And I need you to let me do that.”

  I touch his face and brush his goatee that I’ve come to love so much with my thumb. Looking into his blue eyes, I nod.

  “Baby.” His eyes wander my face, his hands tensing on my body. “I need to take you, and by taking you, I’m going to show you one of the many ways I plan on taking care of you. I’ve never needed anything so much and I really need that right now.” I feel my eyes widen. He doesn’t wait for a response, putting one hand to the middle of my back and one to the bed, he turns us as I hang on. When he begins to thrust into me, he asks, “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Pull your knees up high, baby,” he demands and I do. Oh, that feels even better. He thrusts harder and deeper, feeling him on my clit the more he moves. I can’t help but arch my back and push up to him, getting as much as I can.

  “Cam,” I call out.

  He doesn’t answer—he pushes into me faster, his body taut and firm. This is like last night but better and so much more. I feel as if he’s losing some of the control he was holding onto. With a hand holding the side of my head, he leans down to kiss me when his body finally stills, slamming into me one more time with his warm skin wrapped around me.

  He tips his head to mine as he breathes hard. “You okay?”

  I say nothing but give him a small nod and he kisses me again, relaxing his body on mine. With his big bulk pressing me into his bed, he pulls his head back and his blue eyes search my face. There he confirms, “Yeah, I want to take care of every bit of you. That sweet you shell out, baby, I need to keep it safe.”

  I squeeze him with my arms and legs, leaning up to kiss him this time. His words are too much.

  “Let me get rid of this condom,” he says.

  “Okay, but I need to brush my teeth. And wash my face, for that matter.”

  I pull in a breath as he pulls out of me. He moves to stand and grabs my hand, helping me up. I pick up the t-shirt he was wearing earlier and pull it over my head as he tosses me my panties. Cam goes to the bathroom and I go to my bag to find what I need to get ready for bed properly for the first time in what feels like forever.

  When I get to the bathroom, Cam is spitting in the sink. He’s barely righted his jeans, leaving them hang open, a look I could get used to. He turns on the hot water at his sink so I claim the other and start to sort my things. I make the decision that after last night’s ordeal with Bekki, I need to at least broach the subject because my curiosity is getting the best of me.

  “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I couldn’t help but overhear a little of what you and my dad were talking about. You’ve never said, but I’m curious why you and Bekki divorced?” I
ask as I pull out my floss.

  Cam stills for a mere second, but doesn’t look at me. He opens a drawer and pulls out a washcloth, tossing it in the water. He doesn’t say anything as he washes his face, bent over the sink.

  “I’m sorry,” I offer because I feel his mood tense. “I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business.”

  He stands, flips off the water, and tosses the cloth to the counter after wringing it out. Drying his face, he turns to me but remains silent.

  “I’m sorry,” I repeat. “I … it doesn’t matter. I know what kind of man you are. I don’t care that you’re divorced and obviously I can tell what kind of woman Bekki is. I’m just, well, I shouldn’t have wondered. I would want you no matter what, Cam. It doesn’t make any difference to me what happened with her,” I ramble on.

  He closes his eyes while dropping his head and crosses his arms.

  “I’m sorry,” I keep on.

  “Quit saying you’re sorry.” His intense eyes come back to me, pinning me to my spot. “You have every right to ask. I couldn’t give her what she wanted. We met in college and, looking back, she was banking on the fact I’d go pro, or at least have a shot at it. She wasn’t like she is now, at least not completely. But who knows, she probably had me snowed. Once she realized I wasn’t going to make millions playing ball, she kept at me to go back to Texas, work for my dad. My dad’s a rancher. Our property’s been in the family for three generations. Right after I was born, they realized they were sitting on a gold mine, but not the gold that has to do with herding cattle or training horses. My family’s land is sitting on oil. A lot of it. Now, my parents aren’t billionaires, but they’ve done well. I had the opportunity to work for the family business, but I wanted to coach and that meant I needed to teach. By this time, I was so deep into Bekki, she probably thought it was worth sticking around. I’m sure she figured no one could say no to millions in the oil business forever. But I never changed my mind, she got restless, wanted a life a teacher and coach couldn’t give her.”

  Shocked by his explanation, I stand in awe, but really in awe of Bekki having Cam and him not being enough. How could she give him children, him be the way he is and that not be enough for anyone?

  Like so many times in my life, I let my mouth run before my brain can keep up. “She’s an idiot.”

  He frowns. “I don’t like to talk about her.”

  “Okay.” I wouldn’t like to talk about her either.

  “Especially in this house. I bought this after the divorce, I needed something that didn’t have anything to do with her.”

  “I get that,” I say quietly.

  “And I really don’t want to talk about her with you, especially after what you gave me last night. Not because I don’t want you to know, but because I don’t want my time with you tainted with the memory of her,” he goes on further.

  “I get that, too. I won’t mention her again.”

  He finally moves and when he does, he comes close. He puts a hand behind my head and pulls me up, kissing me softly. “Hurry and come to me.”

  “I’ll be right there,” I promise.

  His blue eyes search my face again before letting me go and he disappears into his bedroom.

  I turn to look at myself in the mirror. For the second night in a row, that was not what I was expecting. I thought maybe he got tired of her being a bitch and divorced her. But Bekki was a gold digger, or more specifically, an oil digger. This information makes me hate her all the more. I can’t imagine how Cam feels.

  I finish with my teeth and face before returning to Cam’s bedroom to find him settled. He’s got an arm under his head, staring at the ceiling and the covers are barely pulled up to his waist. When I approach, he looks to me and rolls to his side.

  I climb in and move close, pressing my body against his and resting my face in between his shoulder and neck. I turn my head to kiss his neck as his arms pull me in tight.

  “Cam?” I call for him.

  He sighs. “Yeah.”

  “You’re a good man and you’re a great dad. I wouldn’t have you any different than you are right now.”

  He doesn’t say anything, but he does pull me in tighter, crushing me to him. And that’s where I fall asleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ditto

  Cam

  I open my eyes and feel Paige’s shoulder under my hand. She’s moved away from me, something I’ve learned is normal for her. She seems to like her space and for someone so small, she sure as shit hogs the bed.

  The room is dark with barely any light coming through the blinds, only that from the moon. Looking back to her, she’s on her back tonight with her far arm thrown over her head. Even through the darkness, I still see her dark hair strewn wild over my pillow. As I let her go and roll to grab my ringing cell that woke me up, I can’t help but think about how much I like the look of her hair a mess over my pillow. I like it a fuckuva lot.

  “Montgomery,” I answer quietly, but raspy from sleep, hoping not to wake her but also frown at the word “Unknown” showing up on my phone at three-thirty in the morning.

  Listening to the caller on the other end I sit up immediately, moving quickly to my feet, and give them the information they need. I hear Paige roll, making a soft sound as she turns to take up the middle of the bed, finally settling on her stomach with her leg hitched. This would make me smile if I wasn’t enraged about my fucking phone call.

  “I’ll be right there,” I say in a low voice before disconnecting.

  I pull on a pair of shorts and shirt from the floor before I lean to the bed, setting my hand on her ass. I give her a small squeeze and whisper, “Paige, I’ve got to go to The Shed.”

  She opens her eyes slowly and looks confused. “What?”

  “I’ve got to get to The Shed. You okay to stay with the kids?” I ask, wanting to like that she’s here for my kids but not allowing myself to like it all the same.

  She pushes up, turning her body to a sitting position and comes alert as she looks at the clock. “Why?”

  “Got a call. The alarm’s going off. They said the back door’s been compromised, the police are on their way, and I need to get there. You okay with the kids?” I repeat, cupping her face in my hand.

  She raises a hand to my wrist and her sleepy eyes look concerned. “Of course, go.”

  I lean in to kiss her. “Go back to sleep.”

  “Let me know what’s happening,” she implores with more unease. Somehow I know by the look on her face, her unease is for me above my business. How I know this, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because the more time I spend with her, she’s shown me what matters most to her—it’s not the shit around her, but the people.

  I don’t let her concern or the fact she’s here and willing to take care of my kids, settle in my gut the way it’s trying to. It’s hard, because as my moments with Paige click by, I feel it digging deep, looking for a spot to settle, and take root. If that seed ever sprouts the way it’s threatening, I’m fucked.

  I do what I’ve been doing and mentally push it away, like I’ve managed the last few days. But it’s becoming more and more difficult to keep it at bay.

  “I’ll reset the alarm before I leave.” I kiss her one more time, hoping to remove the unease from her face. Even though I know it’s for me, I don’t like it there.

  She simply nods before settling on her side in my bed. I have to push that away, too, seeing her in my bed. I turn to leave her with my kids to find out what the fuck has happened now. An alarm going off for the second night in a row, at both of my properties, cannot be good. I prowl through my quiet dark house and for the third time in two days, I go to talk to the police.

  “You’re sure that’s him?”

  “I’m sure,” I repeat to the group of officers huddled around my computer screen in my office at The Shed. “I’ve coached him for three years and most of that time he’s been a pain in my ass. I’d know his face anywhere.”

  I lean back
in my chair, grateful for my top of the line security system, even if I did spend a mint on it at the time. I grew up with an appreciation for high tech security after my parents had an incident with a group of protesters on their land when I was a teenager. Not everyone appreciates a free economy or wants their Mother Earth drilled. It took one time with protesters showing up on our doorstep to scare my mom and piss off my dad, for him to make my childhood home and property safer than Fort Knox.

  Now I’m pissed I didn’t put closed circuit cameras on my house, as well. I’d have video of who messed with Paige’s car, although after tonight I’d put my money on Michael Gheer.

  “You have his address?” the officer asks.

  “I can get it for you,” I say, staring at the paused video on the screen of Michael with a crowbar, smashing in my doors with two of his cronies looking on. They were inside all of three minutes knowing there was an alarm, they didn’t have much time to do what they came to do. But they did enough in the three minutes they gave themselves. My turf is slashed in so many places it’s toast, there’s spray paint on the cages and mounds and enough damage was done to my tackle equipment, I’m sure I’ll have to replace it.

  They tried to get in the office, but time must not have allowed. There’s some damage to the door, but that’s it. All in all, it’s equipment and turf, which isn’t cheap but that’s why I have insurance. I’ll be pressing charges—that’s for sure. They weren’t expecting a surveillance system. They’ve fucked themselves. We’ll see what lame excuses his parents come up with this time when there’s proof.

  I feel my phone vibrate and pull it out to find a text from Paige. It’s barely five o’clock, she should be back asleep.

  Paige: Is everything okay?

  Fuck. She’s bound and determined to plant that seed in me.

  Me: Why are you up? Had a break-in. I’ll be here a while. Can you get the kids to camp?