Page 42 of With This Ring

One minute, he’s pegging my prostate with his thick fingers. The next, his tongue takes their place, licking inside me slowly.

“Carter. Oh fuck,” I groan, pushing back against his face. “Yes.Christ!”

His warm, wet tongue tunnels through me, licking along my swollen and sore entrance. He licks from my balls to my crack,collecting his release, then spitting it back against my hole just to repeat the motion. I’m fucking dizzy with pleasure.

Warm hands spread me open as he devours me. I gyrate my hips, ecstasy rocketing through me. I don’t think I can come again, but the feel of his thick tongue pressing into me and lapping me up is too good to tell him to stop.

When he’s had his fill, Carter flips me onto my back and blankets me with his body. I land in the wet spot, but I couldn’t give a fuck. Feeling Carter’s leaner body arched over me has me forgetting everything but him.

He brings his mouth down to mine and opens, his cum dribbling from his mouth into mine. I lap it up, then pull him down to me, trading his taste and my flavor back and forth until I swallow.

A long moan leaves my lips as I drink him down when his cock burrows back into me.

“Fuck, Kaison. I can’t get enough of you,” he groans as he pushes his dick as far into me as he can. “So fucking slick. So warm. Because of me. You’re soaked with my cum, pretty baby.” A shiver rolls through me at being called pretty. And he knows it.

Carter smiles down at me as he pounds me into the mattress. That smile twists into one of pleasurable pain, the muscles in his neck standing out in sharp relief. “Christ, I’m going to come. Dammit, Kai. I can’t…fuck!” He stills over me, biting his lower lip.

When his balls are empty, he collapses on me. I chuckle, wrapping my legs around him more snugly. Carter turns his head and takes my mouth in a lazy kiss.

“You take my dick really well. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone that hard before.”

“Probably because you haven’t hated anyone you’ve fucked before.”

His grin is soft as he looks down at me, pushing strands of my hair from my face. “I don’t hate you anymore, Kai. I told you, I like you.”

“Why?” I ask. I really need to know the answer so I can figure out what the fuck I’m feeling. I want to know if it makes sense to him that he made a complete one eighty when it comes to me.

Carter tilts his head as he looks down at me. “You’re my husband. Better to let go of the hate for you so I don’t live miserably in my own home.”

“That’s it?”

I know he’s going to say something completely unserious when his mouth tips up in that crooked smile I like so much. “And because you’re pretty.”

Scoffing—even though my limbs tingle from the compliment—I push against his chest. “Get off. I have cum on my back.”

He chuckles and pulls out of me. I immediately feel his seed leaking from my hole. It feels good. “Let’s shower. We can change the sheets when we get back to bed.”

We don’t waste time in the shower. I’m exhausted and we both have to work in the morning. Carter washes my back to clean off my cum and kisses the back of my neck, but that’s about it. Before we get out, I make sure my hole is pretty much clean of his spunk so I’m not leaking in the middle of the night.

Once out of the shower, we get dressed and change the sheets on the bed. Carter has a small smirk on his face as he looks at the sheets, seemingly proud of his work. I roll my eyes at him.

Bed made, we lie down on our backs, looking at the ceiling. I’m tired, wanting to get to sleep, but I can’t stop thinking about Dominic and the look on his face when he mentioned Carter’s mom.

“Carter?” He hums in the dark. “What happened to your mom?” He tenses beside me, but I don’t take the question back.I’m sure it may have come up in the future, but I want to know right now.

He’s quiet for a while. I know he hasn’t fallen asleep, judging from the calming breaths he’s taking. I’m not sure where he went in his head, but I’m not going to break the silence to ask. If he doesn’t want to answer, he doesn’t have to. But the question is out there.

Finally, he says, “Dad was having issues with some guys from Virginia. We had the same heroin connect and they’d run into each other every now and then. I guess they wanted to expand and instead of trying to work with Dad, they figured a hostile takeover was the best option.”

I remember that time, though vaguely. Pop was telling our men to steer clear of the trouble with the guys from Virginia. They came to Jersey to buy up any real estate they could but never got further than a few commercial buildings before everything came to a head.

Clearing his throat, he continues. “They sent my dad his brother’s hand when they caught Uncle Anton alone with his mistress in a hotel room. Then they sent him pieces. Dad decided then to go to war. He wanted to keep the streets clean to avoid collateral damage. But when my uncle was killed, he said fuck it and marshaled all of our people to squash the family both here and in Virginia. Before he could, they caught us leaving the house.”

He swallows audibly, probably thinking back to a time when he thought he was safe. When he thought everything would be okay. But that was shattered by bullets in the night.

“We were run off the road,” he says in a voice so low, I have to strain to hear him. “Our driver died on impact, from bullets or the accident itself we could never tell. The men with us tried to stop the shooters, but there were too many. My mom, she shielded me and Declan, making sure no bullets hit us. Whenshe saw Dad still passed out from the impact, she brought him over to us, covering him as well. Bullets…tore through her back. She didn’t have a chance.”

“Fuck,” I whisper into the dark. I knew she was killed, but I never knew how close he was to meeting the same fate with her.

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