Page 7 of With This Ring

Carter pushes me on the shoulder, making me stumble back. “Did you not see us talking?”

With a raised eyebrow, I say, “He was coming to see me. You intruded. You can fucking go now.”

“I’ll go when I want to fucking go,” Carter says through clenched teeth, looming over me. Damn those extra inches he has on me. “Now find someone else. He’s mine.”

A small palm lands on my chest as well as on Carter’s. It’s almost like we forgot the man between us. His smile is gone, his eyebrows dipped in annoyance. “Look, I don’t have time for the macho shit. If you two can get your acts together, you know where to find me. In the meantime, I’ll be over there. Where no one is involved in a dick measuring contest.” With that, he struts away, his ample ass hanging from the bottom of his shorts.

I turn irate eyes to Carter, but before I can talk shit to him, he has his hand around my throat, and he shoves me towards the wall. My back hits the hard surface at the same time I unsheathe my blade and have it pressed against his thigh. My head knocks back with a thud.

Carter freezes when he feels the edge of my blade, his eyes wide. I grin at him and blow him a kiss. “Oh, you thought you’d have as easy a time as you did earlier? Nice try, bitch.”

He growls in my face, tightening his hand around my throat. I press my blade harder against his leg. My blade is so sharp, I’m sure the fabric of his pants has split. “I will fucking bury you,” he snarls, tightening his hand just that fraction more.

I chuckle uncomfortably. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m fucking horny as fuck or because I have a soft spot for a man that can toss me around, but my dick gets hard. For fucking Carter.

“If you want to fuck around,” I tell him in a tight voice—mostly because he’s cutting off my airway—“I can nick this artery before you can choke me out. And I can almost guarantee you there’s no doctors around that can save you before I watch you bleed out with a smile on my face.”

A hand lands on Carter’s shoulder and the guard that’s always with him says, “It’s not worth it, man. We can continue this some other time.” When Carter doesn’t step away, his guard says in exasperation, “We’ll get fucking banned and tossed out if you don’t cut the shit.”

Nico steps up beside me, and I can feel the lasers he’s shooting at both Carter and his bodyguard. “Listen to your man,” I tell Carter. “Unless you want me to take you in one of those rooms and see what you’re really about.”

“There’s no way I’d fuck you,” Carter growls, pressing on my neck roughly before he lets me go.

I snicker humorlessly, rubbing at my sore throat. I’m going to fucking bruise. “Who says you’d do the fucking, champ?”

With a snarl, Carter storms off, his shoulders tight and his steps rapid. He throws one icy look over his shoulder and I return it.

Nico laughs. “Wanna find someone else to fuck to get your mind off shit?”

I scoff. “No. My fucking mood is ruined. Carter is fucking everywhere. At least I know he’s not at my house.”

With more attitude than I came inside with, I stride out of the back door and slide into my car. I slam the door and close my eyes, not wanting to talk to Nico or even look at him.

Where the fuck did Carter come from and why did he have to pick tonight to fucking show up at the club? Out of the four yearsI’ve been a member at The Devil’s Den, I’ve never seen Carter there. Did he just get approved as a member? How did he hear about it? Is Carter gay? Bi? Pan?

What is his kink? What makes Carter tick?

No. No, fuck that thought. I don’t want to know anything about what Carter does or doesn’t do. Though it seems we have the same taste in men.

God, that man was fucking gorgeous. And the way his hips moved when he was walking towards me? I know he would have ridden me into fucking oblivion.

Fucking Carter had to interrupt and get in my way. I swear to fucking God I will end him the next time I see him.

Once at home, I tell Nico I’m turning in the for the night and jog up to my room. Looks like it’ll be a lonely night with me and my hand, but that’s cool. I have the object of my fantasies. Next time I go to The Devil’s Den, I’ll have that man, and I’ll have him hard and deep. Until then, I’ll let my imagination run wild.

I strip off my clothes and climb between my sheets. Reaching into my night stand, I pull out a bottle of lube. I drizzle some on my cock and close my eyes, stroking myself slowly as I think about being in one of those rooms, the man with the tiny lime green shorts bent over and impaling himself on my cock. I can almost feel the eyes of those watching on me like a physical thing, watching as I fuck the man into the mattress.

My strokes pick up as I imagine how his plump ass would look bouncing against me, the perfect jiggle.

Then my fantasy warps and I’m helpless to stop it. When I look up to take a glance at those watching me, I only see Carter watching us. His aquamarine eyes burning into us as he palms his cock. I want to stop touching myself, but the feel of Carter’s gaze on me, even in a fantasy, cranks my arousal up to astronomical levels. My hand moves up and down on my dick frantically, chasing my release.

“Fuck,” I groan, jacking one of my legs up to my chest as my cock shoots off. Cum paints my chest in waves as I imagine the dark, lustful look in Carter’s gaze. I keep coming and coming, my balls drawing up to my body as they empty themselves.

After an untold amount of time, I forcefully pull my hand away from my dick. Son of a bitch. Of all people to make me come like a fucking geyser, it’s Carter?

I toss my blanket from around my legs and storm into the bathroom to clean myself up. I’m more angry than relieved at my release, even though it’s the best orgasm I’ve had in ages. There should be no reason thoughts of Carter made me do anything but scowl in disgust. But I had an orgasm while I stared into the eyes of fantasy Carter.

I need to get back to the club and fuck someone soon. There can’t be another repeat of what just happened.

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