“Carrie—”
Another button then, “You wanna give that to me, let me.”
She wanted it, he’d be insane not to let her have it.
“Okay, baby, not gonna stop you.”
She smiled. It was soft and barely there but it did something to her eyes that made his entire body clench.
Then she dropped her head, finished with his fly and dug her fingers in at the sides of his jeans to yank them down.
His dick flew free and he heard her swift, hot intake of breath before she went for it.
Not leading into it, like she’d been starved of it, she grabbed hold, positioned him, and took him deep into her wet, hot mouth.
Jesus.
Fuck.
Joker slid down the couch as his head automatically dropped back and he tightened his body against rearing up, taking over, fucking her mouth, which felt so goddamned sweet.
Then she blew him, and Jesus, no holding back, she sucked hard, she pumped with her hand harder, she took him deep. If she needed a break, she gave it licking, rolling, stroking with her fist.
She could be klutzy. She could get so excited she bumped, slammed, scratched, bit, moved one way when he wanted her to go the other. It was cute. It was a turn on. It was her.
But she fucking rocked at giving head.
“Fuck, Carrie,” he groaned, so far gone he almost didn’t have it in him to warn her she was about to swallow, when he lost her.
That was when she went from giving him good to giving him phenomenal.
“Condom, sweetie,” she whispered, her face flushed, her eyes gone, her movements hurried.
He did as she asked, reaching to his pocket for his wallet, not tearing his eyes from her as she took her feet and ripped her clothes off. Right in front of him. Standing between his legs.
Her eyes were hot and hungry on his cock as he rolled the condom on and he barely got it to the root before she climbed on.
“Need it,” she begged, rolling her hips, and he gave her what she wanted, holding his dick for her to take.
She found the tip and drove down.
Joker clasped her at the waist as she arched powerfully, her head dropping back, giving him hair, jaw, tits, belly, pussy.
Fuck.
Gorgeous.
“Ride me, baby,” he groaned.
She righted her head and instantly wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, holding on as she moved, taking him fast and deep, and as usual, vocal. Giving him the whimpers. The mews. The moans. The soft cries. Driving him to the edge.
Her temple pressed to his, she gave him her noises right in his ear as he roamed her skin with his hands. Cupping one breast, he tweaked the nipple, and just with that, she bit his earlobe and her cunt seized his dick.
Fuck, he was done.
His control snapped. He pulled her off his cock and planted her on her knees beside him in the seat, facing the back of the couch.
“No! Joker, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He rolled to his knees behind her. His hand wrapped around his dick, he slid the tip through her wet, found her, and drove up.
She held on to the back of the couch and angled her ass higher.
His hot little piece.
Christ.
“There you go, Butterfly,” he grunted, taking her, all of her, his hands moving on her, tweaking her tits, pulling on her nipples, rolling them, moving over her belly, down, one went in and he circled her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, moving with him, hair bouncing and brushing his face as he kept his chin to her neck and watched her tits bounce too as he pounded her.
Fuck.
“Won’t stop,” he groaned.
“Don’t stop, baby, please,” she whimpered, taking a hand from the couch, twisting her arm and cupping the back of his head with it, holding strong.
He touched his tongue to her neck before he whispered, “Won’t stop, Carrie. Give you what you need. Take it, Butterfly.”
She took it, taking his fucking as she rode his dick through it, giving it to herself.
She twisted her head and he had her eyes, knowing she was nearly there with one look.
“Sweetie,” she breathed.
He took her mouth.
When he thrust his tongue inside and tasted her, her frame went still as she came, her fingers fisting in his hair, her moan driving down his throat, her body moving only because he didn’t stop fucking her because he couldn’t.
And he didn’t. He kissed her. He fucked her. He pulled at her tit and rolled her clit until her whimpers again filled his mouth, became cries and she lost it again, jolting in his arms violently as she broke the kiss, latched hard on his lower lip with her teeth before she let it go and moaned, “Carson.”
That was when he drove deep and let go, and Christ, it was so goddamned magnificent, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and instead of groaning, he sucked in and did it hard before he sank his teeth in harder.
“Yes,” she whispered, and through his orgasm he vaguely sensed she was still coming as she took his mark and her body shuddered in his hold.
He held her until it left them both and he kept hold of her after it was gone.
Then he slid out, pulling her off the couch with him so they were both on their feet. He held her steady even as he turned her to face him and hitched up his jeans with one hand as he took her into his other arm.
He bent his head to kiss her parted lips, his eyes open and staring into her hazy ones. Seeing that haze, his lips were smiling when they brushed hers.
“Stay here, be back,” he muttered, waited for her dreamy nod and he smiled again when he let her go and quickly walked around the couch.
He bent to nab his shirt, lifted up, and it sucked when he saw her standing there, still fuzzy, her face soft and unfocused from her double orgasm, her beautiful body on show, and he was all the way around the back of the couch and had to do what he had to do.
But it was what she needed so he called, “Butterfly.”
She focused on him and he tossed her his shirt.
Just like Carrie, she bobbled it and it dropped to the couch but she caught it up and looked to him.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
He grinned then when she started to bunch up his tee to put it on, he went to the bathroom to take care of business.
He came back out and didn’t delay in claiming her and getting her where he wanted her for what he decided between fucking and bathroom needed to happen next.
Which meant he got her in his tee on her back on the couch with him on top. Then he reached out to the remote and switched off the TV.
After that, he planted his forearms in the cushions and framed her head in his hands.
“First up, you on the Pill?” he began.
She blinked then shook her head. “No.”
“Why?”
“Well, uh… I didn’t need it.”
“Got dick in your bed that likes your pussy so that’s past tense,” he pointed out the very obvious then suggested what was really a demand, “Let’s get on that.”
“It’s a co-pay,” she said quietly.
“Say again?” he asked.
“I have insurance. Aaron insures Travis so it’s not that bad but I picked the plan that costs me the least and any prescription has a pretty hefty co-pay so—”
“Carrie, I’d offer to pay but that would mess with you so just sayin’, no attorney’s fees means you can probably take on a co-pay. Then your man can get tested. I come up clean then I can take you with nothin’ in between.”
Her eyes grew wide and she whispered, “Oh.”
She wanted that.
“So let’s get on that, yeah?” he demanded on a request.
She nodded.
“Right, how about you do that without delay,” he said.
Her mouth quirked and she nodded again.
That was done.
Next.
“Okay, second,” he started. “I hesitate to br
ing him up after the hot, sweet piece of ass you just offered up to me, how much I liked it, and that ass being bare right now and all you’re wearin’ is my tee, and I like that too, but did your ex ever take you there?”
“Take me…” she hesitated, her head tilting on the cushion, “where?”
“There, Carrie, there,” Joker replied. “He go the distance? Make you come?”
He watched her expression go guarded even as pink slid into her cheeks, but pure Carissa, she still gave it to him.
“Sometimes, after, he’d give me the time.”
Fucking shit.
“Not during?”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t…” she swallowed. “You’re better.”
“No shit,” he returned. “But not once?”
She slid her hand up his back to between his shoulder blades. “What I mean is, you’re better with me. You, well… bring it out in me.”
He shook his head. “No, Carissa, you got it and you let it loose and give it to me. You had it with him. He just didn’t take care of that. Some guys are selfish and they’re all about their dicks. Trust me, you are a seriously hot fuck. It takes almost no effort at all to read that and roll with it. The fact that motherfucker didn’t even try to make that effort pisses me off.”
She looked confused.
Adorably confused.
But he was pissed at her fucking ex, so seeing it, he found there was one time when her being adorable didn’t cut through his anger.
“I would… well, sweetheart, wouldn’t you actually like that you give me something he didn’t?” she asked.
“No, because it means you didn’t have it, for fuckin’ years, which sucks for you, and I don’t like anything that sucks for you. Not to mention you keep beggin’ me not to stop, when no way I would until I got you there.”
Her face closed down and her voice was whipped when she said, “I’ll quit doing that.”
She took that wrong, so he pressed into the side of her head with one hand.
“No, Carrie. You do what comes natural. Not complainin’ that you beg ’cause you want me to keep at you. That’s hot too. Any man would want you naked, wet, panting, and begging for more. They’d be insane not to. That’s my point. Any man would be insane not to, and if they’re any man at all, they got that, they give it and not get off and sometimes give it back after. That shit’s fucked. But in the now, I gotta know what I got on my hands. I thought I understood where that came from but now it’s certain. And it pisses me off.”
She started stroking his spine as she noted cautiously, “I think we both understand that Aaron wasn’t quite all that in a lot of ways.”
“Well, that one’s important,” he returned. “Then again, all of the ways you can take care of your woman are. He just didn’t do dick about any of them.”
He felt her body tighten then loosen almost immediately under him but he didn’t really register it.
He was focused.
And they had one more thing to go over.
“Now, Butterfly, get it right now I’m good anytime you want me to fuck your cares away. But after I give you my dick, you gotta give me whatever it is you wanted me to fuck away. An orgasm is a very good thing. Two of them are better. But they’ll never clear what’s fuckin’ up your head.”
She stared into his eyes with easy-to-read shock that he’d cottoned on to that before her gaze slid to the side, then to his chin, and finally back to his when she said, “I want this to last.”
What the fuck?
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” he growled.
She wrapped both arms around him and held tight.
“I know, sweetie. That’s not what I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he’s being nice to me. Giving me money. Showing at the door to take Travis. And you were only around to see the results of the last time he messed with me. I just started to get to the other side of that and now he’s changing tactics and I… I don’t…” She shook her head. “I don’t want to go through it again.”
There it was.
“And I don’t want to drag you through it with me,” she finished.
And there it all was.
“I’ll repeat, Carissa, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“We’re new,” she told him.
“We’re solid,” he told her.
“I… you’re awesome.” Her voice suddenly was pitched louder. “Me? My messes? My baggage? My son? You took it all on. Men don’t do that. When will it be enough?”
He instantly realized his mistake.
No more head space for Carissa.
“Jesus, baby, where did this shit come from?” he asked.
“I didn’t used to have any baggage, and still the man I turned my son over to a couple of hours ago had enough and got rid of me.”
“That’s where it comes from,” he muttered.
“Seeing him,” she kept going, “it reminds me that he got rid of me. Didn’t think about it. Threw me away. And that was devastating. I honestly didn’t know if I’d survive it. At the time. But I’d been with him a long time and the blinders were pulled off. I had a baby in my belly, which made it worse. And I had nothing but a lot of furniture and a settlement that was such a joke, it’s not funny. I was just too young and stupid and scared not to know it was just that. So that was that. But what I have with you, if the same happened, what would I do? What would Travis do? I lost a bad husband that I’d eventually figure out was bad and maybe down the road would have wanted to lose. But that’s never going to happen with you.”
“No, it fucking isn’t.”
Her chin jerked back at his words.
Or maybe it was his tone.
He didn’t give a fuck what it was. He wasn’t done talking.
“I get you see him, and with him fuckin’ with your head, this all surfaces, and I get that’ll fuck with you. But, Carissa, I am not him.”
“Of course,” she whispered.
“I want your pussy free and open to me. I wanna come inside you so you actually got my cum inside you and I want that in a way I know I’m gonna keep wantin’ that. No way in fuck I’d want that, take it, and fuck someone else too. That shit isn’t happening. You’re it for me. I thought I made that clear.”
“Well… you did.”
She gave him that.
He still wasn’t done talking.
“Man like me is not gonna live without pussy, Carrie. So I want yours exclusive, and long term that means I want you both those ways and I don’t want you just because I wanna fuck you. I want you. Thought I made that clear too.”
“Uh… well, you did.”
“Then let that other shit go.”
“I… okay.” She held his eyes and asked hesitantly, “Are you, um… angry with me?”
“No, I’m pissed at him for fuckin’ with your head so you’re not lyin’ under me in my tee at peace with the knowledge that you’re the whole package. Hot piece of ass. Totally fuckin’ cute. An absolute goofball. Sweet. Kind. Funny. Stubborn. Sassy. The best mom there could be. The kind of package guys would give their dicks to keep right,” he pressed into her, “here.”
“Oh,” she whispered.
“And I’d prefer to have easy with you as often as I can get it, but I’m thinkin’ I got work to do to get you to that place and he gave me that but most of all he gave you that and like I said, that pisses me off.”
“Um… well, just to say, your colorful way of sharing all this has been quite educational in that arena.”
“So by that you mean I got through?”
Her head again tipped to the side just as her eyes lit.
“Well, you are Carson Steele, the boy every girl crushed on in high school. And you are Joker, the Chaos member who Wilde and Hay think is an automotive design genius. And you are lying on me, declaring your devotion to my… um, special parts after making me climax twice. So I think I’m pretty happy lying beneath you in your tee because if you like my whole packag
e, just to say, I like your whole package a whole lot more.”
Finally, Joker relaxed and started chuckling.
She kept going.
“So yes, I’d say with all that, you got through.”
“Good,” he muttered, still laughing.
She took a hand from his back to put it on his cheek and she slid her thumb across his heavy stubble but did it holding his eyes.
“I’ll survive whatever he has in store,” she said quietly. “But you may have to bear with me.”
That made Joker stop laughing.
“I’ll bear with you, Carrie, but while I do it, you’re gonna have to accept the honesty.”
And finally for her, with that, she smiled. “I like your honesty.”
“Good,” he muttered again.
“I also like couch sex,” she declared.
“Got that yesterday when I rode you here and you got off for me.”
She kept smiling.
It started to die as she lifted her head and touched her mouth to his before she dropped it back to the cushion. Her face was dead serious.
“I’m still falling in love with you, Carson.”
Fucking brilliant.
“Same here, Butterfly.”
She gave him what he needed with her eyes.
So he gave her what she needed by taking her mouth.
They made out. They cuddled. They felt each other up. They whispered about important things, like Linus and Mrs. Heely and her dad and gramma. They did it a long time and through all that, he got her to peace.
And putting their plates in the sink to soak was the last thing he did before joining her in bed, where Carissa fell asleep against him wearing his tee.
* * *
His phone on the nightstand rang and Joker opened his eyes.
Carissa was pressing against him, stretching and lifting her head as he reached out and nabbed it.
He looked at the display, saw who was calling as well as the time, and he tensed and took the call. “Yeah?”
“Sorry, brother, know you’re in Carrie’s bed so fucks me to say this, Nightingale found Heidi,” Tack told him. “But not the Nightingale you put on it. Hank.”
Lee’s brother.
A cop.
Shit.
He had a feeling this was not good.
“Joke, hate sayin’ this more, but what was found was ugly. I gotta call all the brothers in.”