Page 23 of Single Mom's Undoing
It’s enough to set me on fire and forget what the hell I was doing in the kitchen in the first place. “But you did, just not in so many words. It’s duly noted,” he says.
“You know us, Clara,” Damon adds. “You know what we’re like. And surely, by now, you also realize that it’s not just Carter who is determined to keep you from running away again; it’s all of us.”
“And you know me,” I tell Damon, raising my chin in defiance while struggling to keep my wits about me with Carter so close. “I decide what I do and where I go and?—”
“And yet you’re still here,” Carter’s voice trickles into my ear, his lips tickling my lobe. “That tells us everything we need to know.”
“Carter, I can’t…”
I gasp when his hand loosens the knot he just tied. I hold my breath when he pushes the robe off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.
Carter growls and cups my face, then pulls me into a hungry, devastating kiss.
I forget who I am. I forget about everything that happened. The past dissolves into a sizzling darkness as I cave in, parting my lips to welcome this man, this strong, possessive, stubborn-as-hell man, once again. His tongue wrestles mine, and I let him claim me. I let him win.
Tension gathers in my core as my pussy clenches tightly and Carter deepens the kiss. I moan against his lips and damn near tear his shirt off. Before long, his fingers work their way up my thighs, while his tongue trails wet, invisible lines down the side of my throat.
He pins me against the counter.
My nightgown slips down, revealing my full breasts.
Carter stares at them for a moment, his gaze burning into my skin. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Clara. How could you deprive me of this, how could you deprive yourself of this for so long?”
“I… I can’t…”
His lips close around my nipple, tongue flicking over it. The sensation is unbearable, and I tilt my head back in ecstasy as my legs part without my say-so. His hands move, always conquering, registering every inch of naked skin until his fingers find me—wet and hot for him.
“You want to,” he says, then takes care of my other breast with the same affection, suckling and nipping gently until the stinging sensation sweetens and spreads into my ribcage.
I look over to find Damon watching, his gaze dark and hungry. His lips parted. His breath ragged.
Moved by my attention, he gets up and comes around the island, closing in until his cologne fills my lungs, while Carter’s fingers slide between my slick folds. My clit is swollen and sensitive to the slightest touch. One flick is all it takes to make my hips sway forward.
“Look at you,” Damon says, leaning in to kiss my temple. “So ready and willing.”
“Oh, oh my God,” I shudder as Carter teases my clit before his fingers slide deeper, finding my entrance ready for him. He penetrates me, ever so slightly, while his mouth makes love to my breasts. His other arm snakes around my waist and pulls me in against his hard body. “Oh, don’t stop.”
Damon kisses me.
Carter grunts and nips my nipple. I hiss and squirm against him, his skin melting into mine as he finger-fucks me into oblivion. I lose my mind. My senses fall apart. Forget about baking and burying the past, forget about pretending like I don’t have any feelings when every fiber in my body cries out for them.
Carter gets out of his jeans and kneels before me. By the time I realize what’s about to happen, it’s too late. Damon’s got a hold of my mouth, his hands clasping tightly at my breasts, while Carter’s tongue conquers my swollen clit. He licks and sucks until the pressure becomes too much to bear.
Damon’s got me twisted around, barely able to stand. “I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long,” he whispers.
“Hold me tight,” I beg him, and he squeezes my breasts until the sweet pain translates into a shudder that travels downward.
“Come for me,” Carter commands, his fingers curled up inside me as he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks hard.
I can feel it, the edge of the blade.
The thrill of a thousand sensations coursing through me all at once.
I let go, the orgasm taking over as Carter drinks me whole, Damon swallowing my screams of sheer pleasure with his mouth. I come hard, trembling and squirming in their firm hold—two giant men doing with me as they please while I enjoy every damn second of it.
“How could you stay away from us when your body reacts like this?” Carter asks as he gets up.
I’m in a daze, barely able to stand, let alone reply. All I can do is give him a weak smile before Damon scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the living room. The fire still burns in the hearth, its orange light casting fiery shadows across the room.
