Page 2 of Katie 3 (Desires #6)

Chapter two

Carter

“ W e really don’t need to. It’s still so early,” Katie murmurs in the passenger seat.

She’s insisted on keeping things normal despite the fact that just a few days ago she was hauled out to see something horrible while Brad fucked her until she admitted she was pregnant.

I’m sure he was rougher with her than normal.

I know she’d never admit to it. She’d never tell me if he hurt her.

She’d blame herself for not being able to take it.

“Most people go to the doctor to confirm a pregnancy,” I answer darkly.

There’s too much in my head and until I know if she and the baby are okay, I can’t fuck her the way I need. I don’t even want to open the door to fucking her mouth because I don’t think I’d be able to stop.

Henry’s been absent, saying he’s preparing for things. Preparing for the fucking shitshow Brad caused.

We need to keep Katie out of this chaos. The stress, the baby… I know it’s messing with Katie as it’s doing to all of us.

It’s rare more than two days go by without one of us pouncing on her. Granted, I don’t know if Brad’s fucking her daily right now. What he does when I’m not around isn’t normally my business, but I don’t want him breaking her.

When we get to the doctor, she glances up at me. “Are you going to stay out here?”

“I probably should.”

Her shoulders drop slightly, her face falls, and my chest constricts at the sight. “But you don’t have to. You could come in with me,” she whispers.

While I’ve been focused on taking care of her body, on making sure that her future is secure, I haven’t been thinking about how terrifying this is for her. She’s already mentioned it. She doesn’t know what comes next, didn’t plan for this, has no idea how to make it work in her head. My poor doll.

So I nod. “If you want me there, I’m there.”

“Thank you. You… you can just hold my hand if you want. You don’t have to look at anything else.”

Which is exactly what we do when we head into the room. I get called the father and Katie doesn’t argue with it. She squeezes my hand as they do a check and the woman tells her the baby is fine. It looks to be about five weeks along.

“We could do a photo now, but most wait until they hit the eight-week mark,” the woman says, looking between us.

I finally peek at the screen. This whole time I’ve been focused on Katie. I don’t see anything on the screen and when I squint, the woman points to something that doesn’t look like a baby to me at all.

My eyes flit to Katie. Emotions play across her face and she calms herself. “We’ll wait.”

The woman nods and says she’ll be waiting outside for us whenever we’re ready. I look at Katie as she starts to sit up. She adjusts her shirt and clears her throat. “So… it’s really there…”

“The baby is okay,” I sigh softly.

She blinks at me. “Did you think it wouldn’t be?”

I grit my teeth. I don’t want to tell her I was worried that Brad’s roughness might have hurt her, that it might have hurt the baby.

Katie stands in front of me and hugs me. I press my face against her breasts and rub her lower back with a slow exhale.

“I’m okay. The baby’s okay, and we’re okay,” she assures, kissing the top of my head.

I squeeze her closer and sigh. “All that stress.”

“I know.”

We stay like that for a moment before I collect myself. I didn’t realize how worried I was until now. It all hit me as the relief set in. I stand up and kiss the top of her head. “Let’s head home.”

She blinks at me. We’ve gotten into the habit of not telling each other what we think, what we feel, and I hate it. At the same time, there’s so much going on that I don’t feel like either of us are in a place to share.

“I miss you chasing me,” she finally whispers as I pull into the driveway.

“Yeah?”

“I miss feeling you, Carter. I want you and… and I’m not broken or anything. I’m plenty worried, but when has that stopped us?” she asks. “And it helps with worrying.”

“What do you want then, doll?” I tease and watch as a slight blush paints her cheeks.

“You,” she breathes and my cock twitches in my pants.

I lean closer, unbuckle her, and pull her across the seat. She squeals and melts against me.

“No more secrets,” I whisper, and she nods.

My hand wraps around her neck and I nudge her closer. My lips crash on hers as my cock is nestled against her covered pussy.

She grinds down as our tongues tangle and tease, flicking, stroking. Fuck, she tastes good. I tug on her skirt. “My sweet doll, my good girl.”

“Yes,” she moans.

“You can’t run away from me here, can you?”

She squirms, nearly slams her elbow against the steering wheel, then lifts herself until I grab her panties right over her pussy and jerk her back down. My other hand pushes up her shirt, palming and squeezing until she whimpers.

I thrust my fingers into her. She’s so wet, so needy. I add a third finger and she arches. I pump into her, thrusting and curling just like she enjoys while rubbing her clit with my thumb. It’s aggressive and intense but doesn’t come close to scratching the itch I have.

“When we get home, I’m going to chase you once we’re upstairs, toss you down, and fuck your ass hard and deep,” I snarl.

Her pussy tightens around me as she whimpers. “Please.”

“Because your ass is mine,” I snarl.

“Yes,” she answers, needy and ready.

“Undo my belt,” I order.

Katie’s quick to do exactly what I say. She undoes my belt, undoes my pants, and frees my cock. She tries to stroke me, but I nudge my cock against her and pull her down on me. She moans, her eyes rolling back as her lips part.

“This is where you belong, doll. Pleased with my cock buried inside you. Fully obedient, submissive, and mine,” I pant.

“Yes,” she moans.

I fuck her fast, but something keeps me from going as hard as I want. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. I lick her throat, palm her tits, rub her clit, then I thrust two fingers into her ass while she sucks my tongue.

Even when she comes for me, it’s not enough. I need her, need her whimpering and panting, need her total surrender. I need to claim every bit of her. “What are you, Katie?”

“Your doll,” she moans, leaning forward and kissing my neck. “I’m yours, yours, Carter. So… so good.”

“Yes you are,” I growl, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling back.

She watches me as I keep fucking her, desperate to tame the overwhelming need that pulses through me. So I throw myself into her, losing myself in her perfect, soaked pussy, the way she moans my name, how she tries to watch me.

Katie’s so fucking focused that the world could implode and she’d still be wrapped around me, still moaning for me, still bouncing on my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Come in me, stay in me,” she moans. “Please, please.”

Something about her begging for that breaks me.

I jerk her down hard on my cock, making her eyes widen as I thrust into her as hard as I can.

I grind as I empty my dick into her, wanting her to feel me, wanting to fill her, to own her.

I’m going to fill every hole, make sure she’s mine, that she’s always leaking with me, that she’s always slippery with my cum.

She shudders, then slumps against me as I go limp in the front seat.

I blink a few times. No chasing, no making her beg, no holding her down and pretending I’m forcing her into it. Just one sentence and “please” fucked me up to the point I came.

“So good,” she hums.

“You want me to keep coming inside you?” I ask.

She nods against my neck.

Something hot and demanding slithers down my spine before curling in my lower stomach. I never understood why guys were so determined to come inside girls. Sure, if it’s overwhelming and they can’t pull out, but to go out of their way to do it…

Now the need to fuck her again, empty every drop inside her keeps clawing at my mind, demanding and wild. I don’t think I’ll be able to resist it for long.