Page 113 of Debts and Desires
I think the fuck not.
My hand slowly moved, hovering over the gate’s lever.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned.
All it took was one little movement from him and I threw open the gate, slamming it hard behind me as I took off down the side of the house. I was in the front yard, by Mac’s gate,when the front door flew open and Carter barreled down the stairs. His boots hit the gravel with a loud crunch, and my heart raced.
I was barefoot. How far did I really think I would get?
Regardless, I was still going to get as far away as possible. Or try. I ran in the soft grass off to the side of the driveway instead of the jagged gravel. Pieces of switchgrass from the field—next to the path Carter had mowed perpendicular to the drive—pelted against me. I heard him gaining on me as he bellowed my name. I kept going, almost to the bend in the driveway.
An arm grabbed me by the waist and then another. I thrashed against him, but his grip was too tight. He lifted me as I moved about, one of my flailings clipping him in the stomach. He doubled over some, and it was enough for me to break free and unclip his keys attached to his belt loop. This time, I ran back toward the house. I was going to lock myself in his Blazer and drive away. Knowing Carter, though, he’d get in his truck and chase me to the ends of the Earth.
Not that it mattered.
I was once again grabbed; the keys falling from my hands as we both fell to the ground. My hand caught some of the gravel, thankfully not cutting me. Carter was on top of me, flipping me on my back, his body pinning me down. I struggled beneath him, but it was no use.
“Fuck,” he growled, his breathless voice deep and raspy. “You’re in a world of fuckin’ trouble now, Emogen.” His eyes were wildfire.
Play dead! Growl super loud! Make yourself look bigger!My useless brain shouted.
I wanted to tell myself that Carter wasn’t an animal, but with that look on his face, he sure seemed like it.
Standing, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to the house. I could feel the ground vibrating beneath us as we went. I could’ve fought more, should’ve, but my limbs felt like jelly and my lungs burned. Before I knew it, we were up the stairs and in his bedroom. I could only see his backside and thefloor, but I felt him dip a little, opening the drawer beside. I started to pull away.
Carter threw me onto the bed. He didn’t even give me time to move before yanking off my tank top. I had foregone a bra that morning, wanting to be comfortable. And I had been until I had to run away from the crazed man behind me. They were sore now from all the bouncing they’d been through. I was not cut out for running. I thrashed against his hold, only to be flipped on my stomach and held down. He grabbed my wrists, tying them behind my back with rope.
Oh, I wasfucked,fucked.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, as if I didn’t know. Carter flipped me on my back, tugging off my flimsy shorts and underwear in one go.
“Well, my plan this mornin’ was to come home and eat this pretty pussy ‘til you couldn’t take it no more from tonight into this weekend. But after you decided to be a little brat today, and then tryin’ to outrun your punishment, you lost the right to come all together.”
“I wasn’t a brat!”
“No?” I shook my head. He pulled his phone up, messing with it a moment before turning the screen my way. “Then what the fuck is this?” I pretended to look at the picture as if I didn’t know what it was.
“No clue.” I paused. “But she looks pretty hot to me. Who is she? You should totally be nice and let her come.”
“Nice try.” He tossed the phone on the bedside table.
Did Carter have a very important inspection today to make sure his garage was still up to the state of Georgia’s operating code? Yes.
Did I send him naughty texts like, ‘I can’t wait to suck that big fat cock of yours’ and ‘I’m so wet thinking about how good I’m going to ride your face tonight’ along with very explicit pictures? Also, yes.
And did I call him, moaning, letting him hear me play with myself loudly until I came and hung up? Again, yes.
Did I regret it?
Earlier? No.
Now? Yup.
“I wanted to make sure you weren’t nervous about the inspection,” I smiled.
“I wasn’t nervous. But itwasawkward when I needed to excuse myself to the bathroom to fix my pants so she couldn’t see my fuckin’ boner, Emogen.”
“She?” I raised a brow.
