Page 25 of Watch Your Back (Devil’s Backbone #2)

A ches in all my muscles were what eventually pulled me out of sleep, and I cracked my eyelids to check if the sun was up. Carter must have sensed me wake up, because his arms tightened around me and his lips trailed sleepy kisses up the back of my neck.

“You know this is the first time we’ve actually slept together?” he murmured, his lips tugging on my earlobe. I moaned lightly and rocked my ass back against him. He was already so hard, it made my insides turn to quivering jelly. My everything ached, but I still wanted him to fuck me again.

He chuckled, one huge hand cupping my breast and his fingers tweaking my nipple as I gasped and rubbed against him like a bitch in heat.

“Again?” he teased, already dipping a hand between my legs. “Four times last night wasn’t enough? Spark, you’re insatiable.”

I moaned as his use of my nickname woke up all my nerve endings and hooked my leg over his hip, making it easy for him to thrust into me from behind. Easy position-wise but certainly not easy for the tight fit it caused. I cried out as he bottomed out, his own breath coming in a satisfied grunt.

“I could stay like this forever,” he confessed, lips against my ear as his arm banded around my waist. He held me so close, so firm, like he never wanted to let go. “This is where I feel most at home, balls deep in your sweet cunt.”

Words failed me as he started to move, splitting me apart as he rocked that huge dick deep inside my body. I was boneless and relaxed with the residual sleep in my limbs, little more than a puppet for him to do with as he pleased as his pace increased while his teeth grazed the curve of my neck.

I cried out as another orgasm started to build in my core, and he pumped faster to push me over the edge.

His teeth indented my skin as I came, and I didn’t hold back my moans of ecstasy as I crested and fell in the most addictive way.

Carter didn’t come with me, though, slowing his motions to ride out my climax, then flipping me onto my belly.

He hitched my hips up in the air, his palm meeting my bare ass with an audible slap that made me squeak. It was quickly followed by a delirious giggle, though, as he massaged the cheek he’d slapped.

“Fuck, Spark,” he moaned as he parted my cheeks and repositioned himself between my legs. “I want to fuck this so bad, I actually had a dream about it.” His thumb pushed into the hole in question, and I moaned, writhing. “You want me to, hmm? Dirty little Spark.”

I grinned, my cheek in his pillow. “Not without lube, I don’t.

” And we had very quickly discovered he didn’t have any last night.

Carter had sheepishly admitted that he didn’t bring hookups home with him, so he wasn’t prepared.

It was cute, even if it was also frustrating because yeah… I did want that.

He gave a growl, then slammed his hard cock back into my pussy with ferocity.

His thumb stayed where it was while he fucked me into oblivion, and I came again before he pulled out and spilled his cum all over my ass.

Then he used two of his fingers coated in his own seed to fuck my ass until I screamed another earth-shattering orgasm.

It was a totally different sort of climax, and I was beyond excited to know what it’d be like with his dick.

I collapsed back into his bed, utterly boneless and exhausted as he fetched a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean me up like the gentleman he was.

Then, to make extra sure he’d done a good job, he used his tongue to clean me up even more.

Fuck…Carter Bassington was determined to make me forget all our other issues and it was working.

After coming on his face, I must have passed out. Or fallen asleep. Or a combination of the two, because the sun was high in the sky by the time I woke again to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

As tempted as I was to head straight out to the kitchen and guzzle the coffee, the moment I stood up I winced.

I needed to rinse at minimum. Considering how much water we’d used in the night, I kept my shower brief, then dressed in one of Carter’s black T-shirts that was long enough to cover my ass before heading out of his room.

I tiptoed past the other boys’ rooms, unsure if they were still asleep or even home, and found Carter in the kitchen cooking up an omelet. Shirtless, in just a pair of loose black shorts. It was like a thirst trap made real.

“Smells delicious,” I commented, hugging him from behind and letting my fingers run over all the ridges of his body. Fuck, he was cut.

He turned the gas burner off and tipped the omelet out onto a plate before turning to face me. Then he hoisted me up onto the island counter and kissed me like my mouth was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Mmm, what’s for breakfast, Bass?” I asked, unable to wipe the smile from my lips when he eventually eased back.

“I’m so tempted to say you,” he murmured, swiping his tongue over his lips like he was savoring the taste of me.

“I could lay you out right here on the island. Maybe drizzle some maple syrup over those lush folds and lick it all up again.” His hand slipped beneath my T-shirt, and he gave a pained moan when he realized I was bare-assed.

I grinned, all too tempted. “I doubt your housemates would appreciate it if we did that.” Then I paused to think about it. “Maybe Heath would…but Nate would probably feel the need to douse the kitchen in bleach.”

Carter smirked, shaking his head before turning back to grab the plate he’d just deposited his gourmet omelet onto.

“For you, Spark.” He held it out, but I frowned when I spotted the bandage on his forearm.

I hadn’t seen it before, but in my defense, I had also been thinking about less PG-13 options for a snack.

“What happened to your arm?” I asked, setting the plate aside and grasping his hand in mine. “Did you burn it? Cooking shirtless is hot and all, but not the safest attire for a chef.”

His chuckle was fucking sinful perfection. “No, I didn’t burn it. Don’t worry, Spark, it’s just a scratch. Coffee?”

The quick way he slipped loose of my hold and averted his gaze made me suspicious, so I slid off the counter and followed him to the coffee machine. “Show me,” I demanded, my gut telling me not to let this drop. Not after the night we’d just had.

His head hung in defeat, that messy, black hair hiding his eyes for a moment. He knew better than to argue with me, though, so just held out his arm while I quickly unwound the bandage and peeled back the bloodied gauze.

“Carter!” I exclaimed, my jaw damn near hitting the floor when I inspected his wound. Or wounds, as it were. “What the fuck did you do?”

His eyes locked on mine, full of intensity. “Exactly what I needed to do, Spark,” he replied in a dark voice. “Exactly what I deserved.”

Speechless, I stared back at him a moment, then flicked my gaze back down to his bloody, sliced-up forearm.

Spark. He’d cut my nickname into his arm just as I’d threatened to do if he didn’t stop calling me Ashley.

What had I said to him last night? That he needed to remember who I was? Well, now he’d never forget.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, bringing my gaze back to his.

He shook his head slightly, his lips curling at the corners. “I’m in love.”

My brows shot up so hard, I worried I’d lost them. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Spark,” he murmured, totally ignoring his own injuries as he cupped my face in his hand. “I’m yours now. It’s permanent.”

I blinked stupidly, my mind like static. Shock would do that to a girl. “What about your mom?”

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I’m dealing with it.”

“What about Heath?” I narrowed my eyes, asking the question I was much more concerned about. “I’m still with him and?—”

“We’re both team players. I reckon we can make it work,” Carter replied, having clearly already thought this through. “In fact, I bet you’d have a lot of fun with a little teamwork.”

Oh. Oh. He meant… My cheeks heated and Carter’s smile spread wider, having received confirmation without me even saying a word. Holy fuck, was this happening?

Wetting my lips, I tried to search for the right words to respond, but he saved me by crushing a ferocious kiss against my mouth.

I melted into him, letting him claim my lips entirely as my head whirled with the implications of what he was offering.

Not just a sexual three-way—he was offering so much more.

Love. He was offering love, just as Heath had.

It scared me.

“Um, speaking of Heath…is he home?” I asked as I redressed Carter’s arm with shaking hands. “We should, um, talk. About things. Clear the air.”

Carter hummed his agreement, waiting patiently for me to finish his bandage, then he kissed the top of my head. “He’s not home. None of the guys are. But I can find out where they’re at if you want?”

He grabbed his phone from the charger it was plugged into and I peered over his shoulder as he brought up an app called Where’s Wally. Once it was loaded, he clicked Heath’s name and it brought up a map with a GPS marker.

“Oh shit,” Carter muttered, quickly swiping back to check Nate’s and Royce’s locations too. I vaguely noticed my own name was on the list but filed that away to discuss another day. Carter seemed genuinely worried right now.

“Where are they?” I asked. “What’s at the corner of Lemontree and Eighth?”

Carter groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face before pushing away from the counter. “We need to get dressed,” he told me with a grim look. “They’re at Dr. Fox’s house.”

I gasped. They were at Dr. Fox’s house? Willingly…or not? I guess we were about to find out.