Page 36 of Watch Your Back (Devil’s Backbone #2)

As much as I feel weird saying this…things might finally be getting back to normal.

Absolutely nothing weird or bad has happened in almost a month.

I’ve been keeping a really close eye on all the DBs at Nevaeh, not just my friends.

No one seems to have any unexplained behaviors like what happened with Daniel Mahoney crashing his car.

Zara is making a full recovery but taking the semester off, understandably.

We have a DB event this weekend, and I’m almost excited for it. So far, all Ashley has seen of our events is drama and murder, but maybe this weekend, she can see what it’s really about. Fun, friendship, and extravagant games without anyone losing their head.

C arter picked me up at three o’clock on the dot, and for once all my appointments had run on time so I was ready and waiting for him out in the front of the building when he pulled up in that sexy bloodred Koenigsegg Gemera.

“You ready for this weekend, Spark?” he asked after sweeping me off my feet and kissing me senseless beside his car. “It’ll be competitive.”

I grinned, slithering out of his arms. “You worried, Bass?”

He barked a laugh, opening my door for me to get in. “As if. I’ve already paid off the door staff to ensure we end up on the same team anyway, so your win is my win, babe.”

I laughed at his blatant cheating while he circled around to climb in the driver’s side.

He revved the engine, and I squirmed in my seat.

It was a solid three-hour drive to Napa Valley, and I’d been thinking way too hard about the logistics of our sleeping arrangements for the weekend.

So far, our relationships had been largely one-on-one, with stolen moments in showers and sneaking between beds late at night.

But in the interest of maintaining some kind of balance in our living situation, I was yet to go all in with the three of them at the same time.

It wasn’t sustainable long-term, but we all knew that.

“So is this a duck thing?” I asked, trying to hide the fact that I was now thinking about how to get dicked down by all three of my boyfriends, without making Nate uncomfortable in his own home.

Carter shook his head. “No ducks this weekend. It’s more similar to that event we did at Royce’s place last semester.”

I nodded my understanding. “Got it. Gambling with diamonds and playing croquet with priceless prehistoric artifacts.”

He grinned. “Similar, yeah. There’re society members from all over the state attending, just to keep the competition fierce.”

“Do we think anyone will die this time?” I asked, unable to help myself. It was my biggest concern, though.

Carter shook his head with a sigh. “Fuck, I hope not. Anyway, how was work?”

“It was good,” I replied with a smile. “Great tippers today. I’ll be able to buy a replacement car in no time if that keeps up.”

“You know Royce fully intends to buy you one,” he told me with a laugh. “He’s just waiting for you to pick one that you like enough.”

Yes, I was well aware. He’d made all kinds of insane suggestions too, all worth more than I could possibly earn in several back-to-back lifetimes. But for now I was kind of happy with our arrangement as it was, and they all insisted they didn’t mind playing chauffeur.

Which reminded me… “How are things with your mom?”

Carter glanced at me quickly before returning his eyes to the road. “I’m…working on it. Actually I was going to make a suggestion that might sound a bit odd. You know this whole engagement bullshit that Jocelyn started about you and Nate?”

I stiffened, confused where he was going with this train of thought. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Nate mentioned that rumor had circled around to Max and Carina and you got an earful this morning about it.” He shot me a grin, and I nodded.

“Well…this fix I’m working on with my mother may need a little more time, and in the interim, it’s actually buying us time that people think you and Nate are engaged.

My mother also heard the rumor and thinks that you’re no longer a threat. ”

I mulled that over for a moment. It was very convenient, that was for sure. No one knew what was going on behind the closed door of our apartment, so if Jocelyn’s stupid game was helping me and Carter further our plans, then so be it.

“Okay, well, that’s good. At some stage, we will have to have some kind of dramatic breakup, but I see no issues there. I’m sure Nate will do something I can deem worthy of breaking off our engagement for, and in the meantime, you and I are free to continue as we are?”

“Exactly,” he confirmed. “If you’re okay with that?”

I nibbled on my bottom lip, shooting him a curious glance. “Yeah…are you?”

He pursed his lips, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “You mean, am I okay sharing you with Royce as well as Heath? I’m…not okay stepping aside and letting them have you. And I’m okay in theory…but in practice, it’s taking me a minute to wrap my head around it.”

That was fair. And they were all handling the sharing aspect with considerably more maturity than I might have anticipated.

If all he needed was time to get used to the situation, then I was more than willing to accommodate.

And in the meantime, we were finding plenty of time for just each other. Living together definitely helped.

“Would it be easier if I wrapped my mouth around it?” I quipped, turning his words dirty to lighten the mood.

He shot me a startled glance, then grinned. “You wouldn’t. Not while we’re driving.”

My jaw dropped open in outrage. “I was joking, but now I resent the implication that I would chicken out simply because you’re driving. You’re a safe driver, Bass. I reckon you can handle it. Unless, of course, you can’t?”

One brow quirked, then he released one hand from the steering wheel to unzip his jeans. “Try me.” He shifted in his seat just enough to free his cock and fist it.

My eyes widened as he called my bluff. “Sir Carter, already hard? How long have you been hiding that?”

He barked a laugh, returning both hands to the steering wheel as he guided the car onto the freeway on-ramp. “Since the minute I kissed you. It took all my willpower not to try to fuck you on the hood of the car right there outside the club. I could have killed Heath for stealing you this morning.”

I grinned, remembering how Heath had quite literally crept in and stolen me—giggling—out of Carter’s bed barely fifteen minutes after I bed-hopped from Royce’s room.

“It’s a long drive,” I replied, reaching over to wrap my fingers around his dick. “I can make it up to you.”

He sucked a sharp breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and that motion made the dark lines of scarring stand out on his forearms, making my stomach erupt in butterflies. Spark.

Shifting in my seat, I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his smooth head, making him breathe out a strangled curse. “I guess you weren’t bluffing,” he murmured with a small grunt as I sucked his tip.

“I was, actually,” I informed him, then licked his length like a Popsicle, “but now I’m not.” I closed my lips around him again and lowered my head to take him deeper into my throat.

A low moan rumbled out of him as I sucked, and one of his hands moved to the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair.

“Holy shit, Spark,” he gasped as I worked up and down his sizable shaft with my fist making up the difference.

The ridges and veins of his cock stood out so hard against my tongue, it was almost like sucking Royce’s pierced dick—something I was quickly becoming a big fan of doing.

For a few minutes, the car filled with Carter’s soft grunts and moans as he tried to concentrate on driving while I sucked his dick like I wanted us to crash. Then he abruptly jerked the wheel and ground to a forceful stop in the emergency lane.

“What—” I asked, sitting up in confusion as he smacked his hazard lights on.

“Take your jeans off,” he ordered, voice rough with need. “Now.”

My brows shot up, and I cast a quick glance to the busy freeway flying past us before doing as I was told. Luckily the jeans I’d changed into were a loose boyfriend cut and came off with little effort at all, and Carter slid his seat back as far as it would go, then reclined.

“Get on,” he demanded, fisting his slick cock. “If you want me to come, then I expect you to do it too.”

Grinning, I climbed over into his lap, taking a minute to figure out where the fuck to put my knees and at the same time not smack my head. Supercars were not made for fucking in. Still, we made it work, and a split second later I was sinking down on Carter’s thick cock with a long groan.

“Fuck, Spark,” he gasped. “You’re so wet already.”

Incapable of words, I gripped his shoulders and kissed him hard as he started to move, fucking me from below while I just held on for dear life.

There was nothing slow, romantic, or calm about it.

We were hard, fast, and dirty as we chased our climax in broad daylight on the side of the freeway.

Carter pushed my shirt up and nearly ripped my bra in his desperation to free my tits, then I came hard when he bit one of my nipples hard enough to leave teeth marks.

He came just a moment later, pumping hard up into me as he burst while whispering my name.

It was hot as hell, and I happily would have hung out for a second round, except for the flashing blue and red lights that pulled up behind us. Panic flooded through me and I scrambled off Carter so fast my ass honked the horn twice, then I somehow put my jeans on backward. Whatever, it’d do.

Carter was barely holding back his laughter as he fixed his pants and seat, then rolled down his window right as the police officer approached.

“We all okay here?” the officer drawled, already clearly understanding the situation from just a glance.

Fucking hell.

Carter flashed his million-dollar smile, hands back on the steering wheel like he hadn’t just busted a nut inside me thirty seconds ago. “Yes, sir. My girl just dropped her phone between the seats, so we were safely retrieving it.”

“All right, then, you drive safe. This is a lovely car.” The officer patted Carter’s roof, then sauntered back to his cruiser while I nearly died in my seat.

“He totally knew, didn’t he?” I squeaked as we waited for the cop car to pull out first before Carter turned off his hazards and flicked on his blinker.

He shot me a sly smirk. “One hundred percent, yes.”