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“It was a lot,” I whisper to him. “The crowd was nuts.” I say, remembering how grown men clambered over seats to cheer for Carter as Benji tried his best to shelter me from the mayhem.
“Yeah, well… Big Dom said some things that got under my skin, and I lost it for a moment,” Carter tries to explain, and I grab his hand and hold it in mine.
“As long as you are okay?” I ask him again, looking over his hands that are red and a little bruised but otherwise uninjured.
“I’m fine, just worried about you. About us,” he says quietly, and my eyes flick back to his face.
“No, you don’t need to be worried about us. It’s okay. We’re okay. I knew it would be tough tonight. I was prepared, perhaps not as prepared as I should have been, but I’ll get over it,” I try to reassure him, but his eyes still search my face, so I ask him something that’s been on my mind since I got home.
“Is that what usually happens? Because the night we met, you were black and blue.” Carter wraps his arms around my waist, holding me like I’m precious cargo, like he didn’t just finish a fight in a dark warehouse on the outskirts of town.
“I wanted to knock him out quick tonight, Cat. I didn’t want to play with him too much,” he says before leaning in and kissing me softly. The difference in him now from the man I watched walk into that ring tonight is astounding, but I am glad this is the Carter I get.
I pull back a little and look at him. “So you mean, the night we met, you were playing around and deliberately got hit for crowd entertainment?” I quiz him, astounded at how this works.
“Pretty much. That guy got lucky that night and got a few good hits in. Now I know it was the universe leading me to you, though.” He walks me backwards through the house, kissing my neck, making me shiver in desire. And with that comment and these kisses, I’m completely lost to him.
“Very smooth, Mr. Fighter. But seriously, there isn’t a mark on you. Are you sore anywhere?” I ask again, not sure if I missed any hits to his torso, and wanting to make sure he is really okay and not just saying that to appease me.
“Yeah, I’m a little swollen, though...” he mumbles, his lips not leaving my neck as he pulls at my t-shirt, his intentions clear. But now my mind has snapped into doctor mode.
“Where?’ I press, knowing I have prepared ice packs in the freezer and a solid supply of pain relief at the ready, all of which I put together before I left while thinking the worst. My back hits the wall in the hallway as his hands come up and rest on either side of my face. He looks down at me and smiles before kissing me again.
“Down here,” he murmurs as his lips slide down my jaw at the same time as he grinds his hips into mine, and I can feel exactly where he is swollen. I laugh, a loud one that has him chuckling against my skin.
“Ivy’s at Maggie's tonight, right?” he asks me as my hands run up his back.
“Yes, she is,” I answer, now slightly out of breath, as his lips dragging along my skin makes me quiver.
“Good, because I am going to make you scream so loudly your neighbors will come knocking.” He pulls away, lifts me up by the waist, and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, slapping my ass in the process.
“Ahhhh! Carter!” I squeal in surprise as he marches us to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed.
“Clothes off, Cat,” he orders as he rips off his top and starts unbuttoning his jeans. “I’ve been waiting all damn night to have my cock inside of you.”
I sit up on my knees and pull my top over my head, and as I do, I feel his hands on my bare waist and the bed dip a little as he kneels next to me.
“On second thought, I want to undress you myself,” he murmurs, as his lips meet mine, and his hands roam my torso. His tongue swirls into my mouth, his hands reaching my shoulders and pulling at my bra straps.
His lips leave mine then, trailing down my jaw and neck, until they reach my bare shoulders.
“God, I want you naked,” he growls, and I shiver.
“Your body is carved from stone, I swear,” I say to him in a whisper as my hands run up his naked torso, feeling his chiseled chest, eager to see him naked too, a sight I will never tire of.
“Your tits are fucking amazing,” he says between kisses as his mouth now moves farther south across my flushed skin, his hand pulling down the cup of my bra, as his mouth covers one nipple and sucks hard.
“Your mouth is everything...” I say as my head falls back, just as his jeans drop to the floor.
“Mmmm. Fuck, I could suck these tits all night,” he murmurs as he continues to suck on my breast, one of his hands moving around my back to unclip my bra.
“I want you on your knees for me tonight,” I pant in reply, my bra now tossed across the bedroom.
His hands and mouth and praise feel like they are caressing me everywhere, and I can’t get enough.
“I fucking love having my mouth on your pussy,” he says cheekily, his hands now moving to the waist of my jeans and deftly opening the button, lips trailing up my chest.
“I want every last inch of this, then I want it again and again until morning,” I say to him slowly as I reach down and wrap my hand around his swollen cock, feeling him throbbing underneath my grip.
