Tame: Carter Kids #3 (23 page)

"I'm never having sex with you again," I argued, rocking my ass against the rising bulge in his jeans.

Noah chuckled and the low rumble in his chest caused everything south of my navel to clench in anticipation.

I had no idea how we'd gotten here and I cared even less.

The alcohol currently running through my bloodstream was making my brain think up all kinds of slutty things to do to the sexy god of a man pressing his dick against me.

God…

Closing my eyes, I gave myself up to the music, to the feel of being with Noah.

Fighting or not, we were here.

We were together and we were trying.

Running the palms of my hands down his thighs, I slipped one hand behind my back.

Flicking the top button open, I slipped my hand inside, biting down hard on my lip when his erection fell heavily into my hand.

Noah was more than a handful – he was huge – but I happened to have the magic touch when it came to his cock.

Keeping my back pressed to him, I squeezed him tightly, knowing exactly how he liked me to touch him. Trailing my thumb over the head, I felt the small drop of pre-cum and grinned in victory.

Noah grunted as my hand flexed between our bodies.

He hissed out a sharp breath when I slipped my hand lower and cupped his balls.

I wasn't being as discreet as I should and I didn't care, but Noah did.

"Thorn," he growled in my ear. "Stop, baby. We're on a…fuck…" Thrusting himself against me, Noah groaned deeply…

And then we were moving through the crowded dance floor quicker than my legs could keep up.

My legs aren't keeping me up
, I thought hazily to myself.

Looking down at my dangling feet and then at the two strong arms clamped around my waist, I realized Noah was taking my full weight as he walked us through a doorway at the far corner of the bar.

The moment we stepped inside the dimly lit room, Noah dropped me onto my feet and turned me around.

"You opposed to fucking in a janitor's room, Thorn?" he said, panting. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of my dress and dragged it roughly over my head before casting it away. "Because I need you bad right now."

Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, he tugged hard, grinning when my red lace thong came away in his hands.

I was trapped in an internal battle of whether or not to be mad at him and his brown eyes were winning me over. "You have a piece of paper stating you can have me anywhere," I replied breathlessly.

My hands dropped to his jeans and I quickly freed him from his denim restraints.

My back slammed against cold tiles seconds before Noah's body was covering mine.

The smell of disinfectant and chemicals was so strong it was stifling, but it didn't stop me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I climbed up his body like ivy, desperate to feel him inside me, to feel the pressure of his hard cock inside my body, making me come.

Making me whole…

"Fuck," Noah hissed when I aligned my pussy with the head of his cock and pulled him inside me. Cupping my ass with his hands, Noah steadied himself. "Slow down or I'm gonna ruin you."

"Ruin me hard then," I moaned, thrusting my hips against him, crying out loudly when his erection slid deep inside me.

He was so deep it felt like he was touching my spine.

Groaning, Noah plunged himself hard into me at an unyielding pace.

I welcomed his relentlessness. He suckled on my puckered nipples, coaxing me with his tongue, biting down on my sensitive buds.

Making me cry out for more…

Grabbing his face with my hands, I plunged my tongue inside his mouth, reveling in his hard fucking. I was drunk and Noah was halfway drunk which made our kisses sloppy.

We were all teeth and tongue and viciousness.

He kissed me like he wanted to hurt me and I bit down so hard on his lip that he froze inside me and his head reared back in surprise.

A tiny crevice of blood appeared on his bottom lip.

Dragging his face back to mine, I swiped my tongue over his reopened cut before pulling his lip back into my mouth, suckling hard.

Noah groaned loudly and reclaimed my lips.

His dick thickened inside me as he slammed himself into my opening, making me weak with want and pleasure.

His lips never left mine as he fucked me hard and rough. It was the rawest, primal experience of my life and I lapped it up like I couldn't get enough.

In this moment, I wanted him to break me.

My clit throbbed like a pulse as every nerve in my body knitted together.

Every thrust of his cock sent shockwaves rippling through me.

Each plunge of his tongue intensified those shocks until I was both clinging to him and arching away all at once.

Nodding my head quickly in approval, I whimpered into his mouth as my fingernails dug into shoulders, urging him to take me harder.

My orgasm hit me so hard and so suddenly that I screamed out, jerking violently in his arms.

Noah continued to rock inside me so deep, the veins in his neck strained from the pressure.

I could feel him filling me up with his hot release and it prolonged my orgasm until I was a breathless mess in his arms.

I had my wife pressed up against a wall in fucking janitor's closet.

She was naked, spread wide open, and I was buried to the hilt inside her.

I knew I needed to put her down, but I was having a real hard time making myself do it.

Her body was trembling around mine. Her tight little pussy was still clenching with aftershocks.

It was the truth. The mere thought of that blonde prick even speaking my wife's name caused my blood to boil in my veins. Even though I fucking promised myself I wouldn’t let that rat bastard get under my skin again, I couldn't help it. Hearing Teagan speaking to him made me want to rip something apart –
slowly
.

I finally had everything I'd ever wanted and I was jeopardizing it.

I didn't need a shrink to know why; it was because I was scared.

I was fucking petrified of a tiny little woman because she could still go.

She could still leave me and take it all away again. 

It was a fucked up attribute of a broken human; to push the one you love most away to see if they love you enough to keep coming back.

And when we were fighting and screaming at each other, all I could think was the sooner I put a baby in her stomach, the better. Marriage wasn't enough. I needed to cement her to me. I needed to fucking tie her down with so much baggage that she wouldn't contemplate leaving me twice.

I knew for a fact that Teagan wasn't on birth control, and my desperation and fucking insecurities meant that knowledge thrilled me. Every night I took advantage of the fact that she was desperately trying to show me her commitment. I rarely used a condom, even though she'd asked me to, and I made damn sure that I came inside that woman at least three times each night.

I mean, how messed up was that?

I was the illegitimate, not to mention practically illiterate, bastard of David Henderson. I was a convicted felon who'd been raised by drug addict parents. What in the hell did I know about marriage and raising families?

The only thing I did know was that losing my wife would kill me, and I was willing to do anything to stop that from happening twice…

"You need to stop doing this to me." I let out a shaky sigh and buried my face in her neck.

"Doing what?" she whispered, trailing her fingers through my hair.

"Making me weak," I admitted gruffly. Lifting my face to look at her, my heart hammered in my chest. "I'm trying so hard to move on," I forced myself to say. "But I'm fucking drowning in jealousy. Because I know he's been with you." My jaw clenched. "He touched you." My jealousy was irrational and ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it.

I could feel her body trembling as she slowly climbed down and stood on her own two feet. "Noah, it was one time." Exhaling a shaky breath, she added, "One, forty-five second mistake that I will spend the rest of my life forgetting."

"Me, too," I tossed out gruffly. "And I know I can't judge you for anything you did when I was away – hell, it's not like I was celibate or anything – but for me, those women sated a need. A hole to put my dick in. For you, Liam represents a lot more than that. You have a past with him. A better past than the one you have with me. And I fucking hate the thought of you with
him
."
Because I know it's my own damn fault…

"I can't keep doing this, Noah." Reaching down, Teagan picked up her dress from the floor. "I can't keep going over the same thing time and again," she choked out as she slipped her dress back on. Sniffling loudly, she wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. "I am so
tired
of fighting and defending myself."

I was an asshole.

She was crying.

Fucking again.

I never knew women cried this much.

Correction, I never knew
Teagan
cried this much.

I was used to angry Teagan –the one who got revenge and if you hurt her she came back at you twice as hard.

Not tonight...

My usually steel spiked, prickly Thorn was turning into a fucking flower and it was all my fault.

"Come on, Teagan, don't cry," I whispered, placing my hand on her tiny shoulder. "I hate seeing you upset, okay? It
kills
me." That was a big fucking mistake because she only cried harder.

"I waited for you," she said against my mouth. "Without even knowing I was doing it." Pulling back, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "All those years?" She shook her head. "I
never
touched another man."

"You're the
only
thing I've ever had that was
mine
," I told her, desperate to explain myself. "You were my choice. Mine. And watching you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. And now you're back. I have you, but I just…"

"Can't trust me?" she offered.

I opened my mouth to answer her, but she didn't give me a chance.

"I am here," she growled, marching straight up to me. "With you." She pushed me in the chest. "Taking all of your crap." She shoved me again. "Not to mention your
team's
crap." Harder this time. "Because I love
you
." Teagan let out a hiss in frustration. "But if you can't get over the fact that I had sex with another man when we weren't together, then I'm not hanging around to be your punching bag."

"I am over it," I told her. A nervous shock rippled through me. The thought of her leaving almost too much to bear. "I'm trying, Thorn."

"You either want me or you don't," she said wearily, tears once again dripping down her cheeks. "You either believe me or you don’t. Because honest to god, Noah, I can't keep doing this with you – going head to head and taking an ass kicking. It's too much and I'm worn out."

"I want you," I told her, knowing deep down inside that she needed to hear it. It was no lie. "I do."

Teagan was the only person I'd ever loved.

Ever.

Making her cry wasn't something I went out of my way to do.

Fuck, it was something I tried to steer my asshole mouth away from as often as possible.

But she was so damn emotional lately I couldn't seem to help it.

I couldn't pretend I wasn't hurt over the past.

It was a hard pill to swallow.

Anxiety was flooding me.

The look in her eyes was causing that anxiety to fucking soar.

Tipping her chin upwards with my thumb, I brushed the tears off her cheeks, eyes locked on hers. "I
only
want you." Moving my hands to cup her neck, I pressed my lips to hers, shivering when my stomach twisted inside of me.

"I should’ve come back sooner, Teagan," I admitted, laying it all out there for once. "If I had, then things would have been different."

The truth was I loved Teagan more than any man should love a woman.

I loved her more than was safe for me, and loving her brought to the surface feelings that before her, I'd never had to worry about.

Jealously. Inferiority. Fear. Obsession.

Before Thorn walked into my world those emotions were a myth to me.

Now, they were my reality.

She challenged me. She pushed me out of my comfort zone. She pushed me to the brink of insanity and then dragged me back again. She stuck it to me regardless of where we were or who we were with. She had the ability to ruin me and heal me with one breath.

It was unnerving, the amount of power she held over me.

Reaching up, Teagan cupped my cheek with one of her hands and sighed. "We won't let this break us," she promised before drawing my mouth down to hers. "I love you more than you hate me," she whispered before covering my lips with hers.