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carter

It’s been three days since Finn and I decided to be together.

Three days of allowing myself to love another person and be loved in return.

Since we decided to keep this from everyone right now, I’ve been taking the drive out to his place every night, but I want him in my bed, I want him in Aspen Ridge.

The more I’m here without him, the stronger the pull is to blow the lid off this shit so I can move his ass into my house and be with my person.

I know it’s fast, I know I’ve never been in a relationship with anyone before, but for the first time in my life, I’ve found someone I can be vulnerable with, that I feel like myself with, and I’m willing to fight for that and put in the work.

I’ve been working from home, something I’m thankful my position allows, but today I’m in the office, walking into a meeting with our event coordinator, who also happens to be Dallas’ girlfriend, Blaire, for a meeting, texting Finn as I go.

Me: I can still feel you when I walk or sit down fucker

Finn: Same, did you have to go so hard on me? I think I’m going to be sitting the rest of the day and not moving, maybe icing my ass.

I laugh as I stare down at my phone. Last night we decided to take turns fucking each other.

Neither of us went easy, but the best part was watching him stave off his orgasm while I fucked him raw until I filled his sweet ass.

He was only allowed to come once he was in me and by the time he was, he did not fucking hold back. Eager little shit.

Me: Must be nice to have the ability to work from home today

Finn: You could if you wanted. Round two?

Me: You’re insatiable

Finn: Only for you

Finn: Come to me tonight?

Me: Yeah. How about a little playtime at Temptations tomorrow?

Finn: We need to talk about limits first

Me: Now that’s a conversation I want to have while you’re naked in be d

Just as I hit send, a hand slaps down hard and my phone gets smacked out of my hands, crashing down to the ground, and I scramble like a newborn giraffe to pick it up and close out of the message app.

“What’s got you smiling like an idiot?”

Dallas, the dick.

“Why do you have to be a dickhead, Dal?”

He just shrugs while I check to make sure he didn’t just break my damn phone.

“You heading to meet my woman?”

“Yup. Gotta let her look at the good-looking Hayes once in a while; sure she’s fed up with seeing your mean mug all the time.”

“Well, now I’m coming with you, Casanova, can’t have you stealing my girl.”

If he only knew I wasn’t Casanova anymore and that I’m taken by a man. I laugh out loud, and Dallas looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Your goddamn mood swings are all over the place lately, you’re giving me whiplash.”

“Fuck off, dickhead,” I say as I push past him.

“Whoa, where’d that pair of balls come from?” he taunts as he pushes me back to get in front of me, speeding up his pace to get to Blaire’s office first. I grab his arm and pull him behind me, giving him a little shove and walking faster.

“You’re not coming to this damn meeting, Dal, fuck off with that shit.”

“Like hell I’m not, she’s mine and I’ll damn well be wherever I want when it comes to her!”

We end up shoving each other back and forth until we’re practically brawling, stumbling into Blaire’s office and crashing to the ground.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Not you, too! Carter, you’re better than this!” Blaire yells as I struggle to shove my dickhead brother off of me.

“Should I even ask why you two are fighting?”

“He wanted to take the meeting alone with you, baby girl. That’s not happening.”

“Oh my god, Dallas, don’t be ridiculous! It’s your brother!”

“The good-looking one!”

“You all were bred in a lab! There is no one good-looking brother! It’s all of you!”

Dallas shoves off me and stands quickly. I follow suit, straightening out my shirt and pushing my hair out of my face. Blaire’s eyes are blown huge as she slowly backs up as my brother prowls her with his head cocked to the side.

“Did you just say all my brothers are good-looking, princess?”

“I did.”

“Oh, baby girl, mistakes were just made.” Dallas’ head turns to face me, sending his next words in my direction, but I’m already moving. “You’ll need to reschedule your meeting, Casanova, my future wife needs to be punished.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Dal! I don’t need the dirty details!” I yell as I slam her office door and walk quickly down the hall. Just as I’m home free, Sawyer’s voice yells for me as I pass his open door. I turn on my heels and pop my head in.

“Thought you had a meeting with Blaire to open up wedding dates for next summer?”

“Yeah, well, fuckin’ dickhead came with me and kicked me out. Apparently Blaire needed a punishment,” I say with a shiver.

“Fuck. How many times do I have to tell him not in the goddamn office? Ugh. I’ll deal with him. How are you? Just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m hanging in there. ”

“Try not to let it ruin your life, brother. There are more important things out there to live for. Whatever happens, we’ll take care of it, and it’ll pass.”

God, I hope he’s right, even if we’re talking about two different things here.

“Thanks. How are you? When do I get to snuggle my niece?”

“Ivy’s ready for a date night, I am not.”

“No! You? Protective of your baby daughter? Impossible!”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll be the first I call, though, I know you’re good with Charlie when you babysit her.”

“Wait, you mean I was supposed to be babysitting Charlie? Not the other way around? Shit, I’m messing everything up.”

“Fuck off, Casanova. Let me know if you need anything. I may have a life of my own, but I’ll always be there for you.”

I hope he means it.

Later that night, I’m lying in bed with Finn as he brushes the hair from my face, something he does often, the move making my heart swell each time.

“Talk to me about limits, about your likes and desires,” he says.

“Hard limit is sharing. I can’t do it with you. It’s never bothered me in the past, but I also didn’t feel anything but sexual gratification until you.”

“Thank fuck. Same. What about voyeurism or exhibitionism?”

“I’m indifferent to voyeurism; it doesn’t do it for me, but it’s not a hard limit either.”

“Same. I’m not really into it. What about others watching you? Us?”

“Not a kink for me. Like, it doesn’t get me off knowing others are watching, but as you saw yourself, I tend to stick to the main room.

Part of me likes to put on a show, knowing others could be wanting to be me or be my partner for the night is hot, but it’s not a deal breaker if you aren’t into it. ”

“That first night at the club with you was my first time at a sex club, period. My first time fooling around with anyone in public openly. I was definitely into it,” Finn expresses.

I perk up.

“Yeah? You want me to show you off?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. Being claimed publicly by you.”

“Fuck, just the thought of that is making me hard, baby. Tell me your hard limits for playing.”

“I’m not into impact play unless I’m the one giving it. Not really into role play or asphyxiation, definitely no degradation.”

“Praise?” I interrupt to ask because I think I already know the answer.

“Yeah, I think so, for you too, huh?”

“Yeah, which is new since you. I like knowing I’m making you feel good.”

“Before you, I needed to be in control. I’ve only bottomed twice, and I hated it both times. With you, it’s easy and I thoroughly fucking enjoy it.”

“Thank fuck, because I love fucking you.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Hayes. Save it all for tomorrow.”

I huff out a protest, but Finn just pulls me further into him. Our bodies wrap around each other like they do every night, his strong heart beating against mine.

“I love you, Carter.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

My drive to Temptations is a blur, I can’t get to Finn fast enough.

The day dragged on. It was meeting after meeting and email after email, and I’m drained as fuck.

All I want to do is collapse into Finn’s arms, but tonight, we’re playing at the club, and the thought gives me a jolt of energy that I needed.

Plus, I have a surprise for him, and I know he’s going to lose his mind.

I park my car and practically jump out of it, tripping as I jog up the stairs to the main entrance, wincing as the plug sitting snugly in my ass shifts from my quick movements.

I ordered it online a few days ago as a surprise for Finn and have had it in for the last hour.

The amount of prep I need for him to fuck me is ridiculous, and I wanted to make things easier on him.

Swiping my matte black membership card with gold writing on the first scanner outside the heavy door.

Once I’m inside, I greet the receptionist, check my keys and wallet, and then scan my card again.

The doors open as the music reaches my ears, a sensual beat that has my dick perking up, knowing I’m about to see my man.

It’s the first time Finn and I have been here since we sat at the bar and bickered, fighting the pull we both have always felt. I’m ready to show him off as mine.

I find him sitting at the end of the bar by himself, a whiskey on the rocks cradled in his palm. I don’t take my eyes off of him as I cross through the floor, homed in on my man, everything else blurring together.

“Fuck, you’re here. Jesus, took you long enough.”

“I’m here, baby,” I say against his plush lips right before I take them in a kiss that makes both of us breathless .