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I haven’t said anything to him yet about how he’s been acting since we’ve been home from the hospital, but I’ve tried other things. I tried inviting him to take a shower with me, and then I complained I was horny. He tied me to the bed and ate me out until I passed out. I didn’t know the human body was capable of that many orgasms in a thirty-minute period.
When the bathroom door opens I sit up and look at him. He stands there and just stares at me before mumbling something to himself.
“What?” I ask.
“Just maybe you should put some clothes on.”
I look down at myself. I hadn’t even thought about getting dressed. I always sleep naked, and it hurts a little that he would suggest I cover myself up. The hurt must show on my face because he quickly follows it up. “I just mean I don’t want you to get cold.”
Rolling my eyes, I push off the bed and walk past him on my way to the bathroom, but I make sure I don’t touch him.
“Go fuck yourself, Carter. No wait, I guess you already did that, didn’t you,” I snap before slamming the bathroom door and locking it.
I wait a beat and expect to hear him yell but there’s nothing. Not even a “watch your mouth, Cherry.” I swallow the lump that I feel in my throat and sit down on the toilet lid.
A moment later I hear him through the door. “I’m going downstairs to make you breakfast, baby. Hurry so it doesn’t get cold.” There’s a pause, and I begin to think he’s gone. “Don’t make me take the door off the hinges.” I knew I wasn’t getting away that easily.
I sigh and can’t help myself from childishly mimicking his words. Please take the door off the hinges, I think to myself. Then you can’t hide in here and jerk off every morning.
I know when I woke up in the hospital a few weeks ago the doctor said to take it easy for a few days. Those few days were up ten day ago…not that I’m counting or anything. The baby was fine, and I was fine, but I’ll never forget the look on Carter’s face when I came to. Just thinking about it made my heart hurt. I know he’s scared. Hell, I’m still scared. But I’m not sure Carter has really experienced true fear before, and I see it all over his face. I know he’s seen me hurt before but to have a family back in his grasp and to have it slip through his fingers? I’m sure that prospect has to mess with his head. Carter loves control, and he lost it for eight years. He is so afraid it will be ripped from him again.
I close my eyes, tilt my head back to rest it on the cool, tiled wall and get myself under control. Acting like a spoiled brat isn’t going to help anything right now. Carter is hurting which in turn is making me hurt, and I don’t think he gets that. He thinks that by just tending to my needs and keeping me in this little bubble he’s protecting me and the baby. I’m starting to worry he’s trying to protect us from himself. Carter might not trust himself fully but I do. I never feel safer than when I’m with him.
Maybe it’s time to really test his control. The guy won’t even let me try to take care of his needs. I dropped to my knees in his office yesterday and all but fought with his pants before he ran from the room. He acted like he was on fire and blurted something about needing to talk to Saint. It’s almost funny to think about my giant Carter running from little me. I might be the only thing he’s ever run from in his life.
Standing up, I look in the mirror and notice I still have that ‘just ravished’ look going. I put on some mascara and lip gloss and give my hair a little tease before making my way to the closet. I know Carter packed a few sexy things Jeanette had gotten me for my birthday last year. I locate some dark-green lingerie and slide the thong on. After hooking the front-clasping bra, I start to look for the perfect pair of heels. Carter likes to complain about them, but I know he secretly loves me in them.
Finding my cream suede ones, I put them on and give myself a once over in the mirror. Carter makes me feel sexy, but the last few days bruised my ego. I can’t help but think it’s because I’ve gotten a little fuller. I know it’s ridiculous because he always says how big a turn-on it is that I’m carrying his baby, but these hormones aren’t helping at all. I adjust my boobs and try to make them fit into the bra, but it doesn’t really help much. I’m still clearly about to tumble out. I move the front of my underwear to right below my baby bump. It’s not big but it’s pretty noticeable now, even more so when I don’t have on clothes.
Grabbing my robe, I head for the door to go find Carter. Fuck it, I think, dropping the robe back on the floor. I know it will piss him off if I walk around like this. Maybe he needs a little anger. It usually leads to a good fucking, which is what I want right now.
I tiptoe down the hall and stop to put my ear to Saint’s door to see if he and Jeanette are in there.
“Come on, Mama, either untie me or wrap my cock in that pussy.”
I jump back from the door. I think it’s safe to say that Carter and I will be alone for a little while. Going downstairs I can already hear Carter in the kitchen. I slip in and see that he has his back to me while cooking at the stove. The smell of bacon makes my stomach growl, but I’m hungrier for something else right now.
I wrap my arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the middle of his back, hating that he put a shirt on. At my kiss, I feel him tense up.
“Have a seat, baby. I’m almost done,” he says without turning to look at me. “I hope you’re hungry. I made your favorite.”
I step back until I hit the island and use both hands to push myself up onto it. “Carter, I was thinking…” I pause, wanting him to ask.
“I know, Cherry. I’m sorry about snapping at you. I love you. I’m just on edge right now and I think—”
Slipping my hand down the front of my panties, I start to play with my clit, and I cut him off. “Well you keep stealing my underwear, doing God knows what with them, so I thought maybe I should make myself cum in these for you…” I purr, and then let out a loud moan.
Chapter Eleven
Carter
I turn around and nearly fall over. I reach up and grab my chest before my heart explodes.
She leans back on the island and moves her hand inside her little panties, rubbing her pussy. Her head is thrown back, and her red hair is wild behind her. Her big, full tits spill over the top of her bra, and I can see her areolas peeking out above the lace of the cups. Her hard nipples poke through the gossamer fabric and my mouth waters with the urge to bite them. Hard. Her soft, round belly is starting to show signs of our baby, and it turns me on more with every centimeter she grows. Her panties are so low I can see her sho
rt, trimmed hair peeping out, and I can see her hand working hard down beneath the thong. She moans, and I freeze in place. I can’t come up with a single thought because all the blood in my body is pumping in my dick. I can feel my heartbeat in my cock and pre-cum leaks out of the tip, wetting my shorts.
I finally blink, and it snaps me out of the spell. “Get off the counter, Layla. If Saint or Jeanette sees you like this, I will lose my fucking shit,” I order, but I don’t make a move to stop her. Again, not much blood in the brain left to function. I look down and there is a huge wet spot on the front of my shorts from my pre-cum. I look back at Layla and realize I may just cum standing here, not even touching my dick. Fuck.
I’ve needed her so bad but I can’t risk her or the baby. They are the most precious things in my life, and I don’t want to lose them. I need to be strong and control myself.
“I checked on them. Jeanette has Saint tied to the bed. They won’t be down for hours. That means you’re totally free to watch me cum in my panties for you.”
I can’t believe she’s doing this. I’m only so strong. “Layla. Stop it,” I snarl through gritted teeth.
“It’s okay, Carter, just stand back and watch,” she coos and gives me a sultry look. How am I supposed to protect her when she’s tempting me like this?
“Cherry,” I whisper. “Please. I need to keep you safe. I have to make sure you and the baby are okay. I can’t risk it.”
She licks her lips slowly with her wet tongue, making her full lips even more inviting. I want every inch of my body against hers, and I’m shaking with need. “Carter,” she mewls again, lazily, but her hand doesn’t slow its pace on her pussy. “The doctor said I’m fine and the baby is fine. I know you were scared but everything is okay. We’re all okay. We’ll always be safe with you by our side. Now you can either stand there and watch me like I asked you to or you can come over here and fuck me like I see you’re dying to. The choice is yours.”
