Page 37 of With This Ring

A curse leaves his throat, and that’s my only warning. Then my mouth is flooded with his release, the thick, salty taste coating my tongue. I swallow quickly, trying to catch it all, but some still escapes.

His release goes on and on, the eruptions making me giddy with lust.

Even when he’s done blowing his load, I still suckle at him, trying to draw out more of his delicious flavor. Carter hisses but lets me keep going until I’ve had my fill.

When I pull him from between my lips, Carter drags me to my feet and slams his mouth down on mine. I whimper, wrapping my arms around him as I let him plunder my mouth.

One of his strong hands drops to my hard dick and tugs on me, jerking me off roughly. It’s exactly what I need.

Not even a minute later, I’m moaning into the kiss and spraying Carter’s thigh with my spunk. He hums in my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip as he pulls away.

My breath saws in and out of my lungs and I feel dizzy for a reason other than my concussion. What did Carter just do to me? I submitted to him, readily and freely and enjoyed myself so much that I could barely contain my orgasm. I’m still flying high on him calling me pretty. No one has ever said anything likethat to me. And it sounded like Carter meant it, that it wasn’t something he said to get me to suck his dick.

Handsome, cute, sexy, hot as fuck. I heard it all and it was nice. But being called pretty by a man like Carter hit different. I don’t think it’s a feeling I’ll forget anytime soon.

He nips my bottom lip once more, then pulls back to look into my eyes. “How’s your head?”

I giggle. Actually fucking giggle and it makes Carter’s eyes grow wide with surprise and a bit of heat. “Fuzzy as fuck. I think I need to lie down.”

Carter curses and turns the water off. “Fuck, Kai. Why didn’t you say something?”

I wave him off. “I’m good, Carter. Jesus. I just…my head is floaty. Not in a bad way.” I open eyes I didn’t know I closed. “That was…different.”

A crooked smile graces his face, crinkling the corners of his bright eyes. “Different bad?”

Despite not wanting to show Carter everything, I shake my head slowly. “No. Not bad.”

His smile turns self-assured as he turns the water back on. “I aim to please, pretty baby.” I gasp at his words. He hasn’t called me any pet names outside of sex. Again, he’s doing my head in. “Let me wash you. Then we really gotta work.”

Carter quickly cleans us up. By the time I get out of the shower, I’m dizzy again. He sits me on the bed and helps me get dressed while I rest. When I’m dressed, the room is no longer spinning, and I can stand without swaying.

Even still, Carter wraps his arm around my waist and walks me down to his office. I pull out my phone and call Nico so I can check in with him. I haven’t seen much of him besides giving him orders on what I needed done while I was laid up in bed. He tells me he’ll catch up with me when he’s done doing bitch work for Pop, which makes me roll my eyes.

I haven’t talked to Pop since that day in the casino. Looks like he took what Carter said to heart and won’t talk to me. A pang goes through my chest that he wouldn’t even fight for me, but I also chide myself because I should know that Charles St. Clair will do nothing he doesn’t want to do. He hates me and always will. I need to let him go just as he’s already let me go.

Rummaging on his desk, Carter pulls a folder from a pile of papers and hands it to me as I sit down in a vacant chair. “I know you don’t like me looking through shit with your family, but I don’t listen to anything you say. So…” He sits down and laughs when I glare at him. “Just look. You’ll appreciate me being nosey.”

After glaring at him for a few more moments, I flick the folder open and look at the paperwork inside. My eyebrows dip as I read “Deed of Ownership” on the first page. I look down the page and see my name, beside Indigo Arc Casino.

“What is this?” I ask, glancing up at Carter.

“It’s the deed for the Indigo. I wanted to see if you had any legal recourse to rebuild the casino with your construction company by going around Charlie or bidding on it. While I was looking, I found the deed. It’s yours, Kai. You don’t have to ask for shit. You can rebuild or you can outsource it. But the casino belongs to you, not Charlie. The other three, larger casinos are in Charlie’s name and there’s nothing you can do to touch those. But this one,” he taps his index finger on the folder in my hand, “is yours to do with what you want.”

A swirl of emotions riots in my belly. What the fuck was Pop thinking? Why would he put the casino in my name but not tell me? Why would he pretend it wasn’t mine? What’s his end game? I’ll have to call him and figure this shit out. Pop is so confusing, doing shit without telling anyone. That’s not good for business.

I toss the papers on his desk and shake my head. “Well, I guess when I get in touch with Pop, I’ll let him know I’ll be rebuilding the casino, since it’s mine.”

Carter hums in agreement. “I don’t know shit about construction, but I’m willing to help with the money aspect. Make sure your funds going to the right places and the right people.”

I frown. “I’ll need that, since I have to kill one or more of my accountants for stealing from me.”

Mischief fills his eyes, and I find myself smiling at him. “Want help with that too?”

“Nah. Whoever it is, they’re mine. But you’re welcome to watch.”

“Perfect,” he says, rubbing his hands together.

CHAPTER 14

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