Page 184 of Debts and Desires
While he was grabbing more things, I grabbed one of the boxes and headed into what would be the nursery. I looked around, smiling, while I touched my stomach.
Mac—who had been up my butt since the moment I walked back in—nudged my other hand. I patted him.
“You’re going to be such a good big brother,” I told him. His tail wagged.
I headed back downstairs to grab the next box when Carter came in.
“What’re you doin’?” he asked, wiping the sweat that glistened on his forehead with his arm. He was a little out of breath and it made me feel bad.
“Just trying to help.”
“I told you to sit your ass down and rest.”
“I don’t need to rest, Carter. I’m fine.” I went to grab the box again when he started toward me, probably to grab the box I was going for.
“Emogen, I swear to God.”
“I’m pregnant, not incapable.” A thought popped into my head. “How about we make a deal, then?” I said, causing him to pause.
“I’m listenin’.”
“I’ll suck your dick until you come,ifyou let me carry up just the nursery boxes. Unless they’re too heavy,” I added. “I know my limits. I won’t push, I promise. But you have to trust me and let me do something.”
“Fine. Just those boxes.”
Once all the boxes were in, we began unpacking them. I had to make a few more deals with him in order to help out. Most of them involved me servicing him in one way or another.
Carter cleared extra space in what was now our room for all of my things. We got all but a few things unpacked and put away when my stomach growled. Loudly. He went and got us pizza for dinner because, “that’s what the baby wanted.” He laughed, but left immediately to get it. He was going to be a wonderful father.
After we were done eating, we were in the basement watching a show. I decided to finally ask, “So, what happened while I was gone today?”
“Nothin’ worth mentionin’.”
“Something did. You looked like you were ready to kill.” He tried to look away, but I wouldn’t let him. Gently, I tugged his face back. “Talk to me, please. If this is gonna work, you need to be honest with me.” His jaw clenched.
Carter told me about how his dad stopped by and dropped two massive bombs on him. His mom had been missing, now officially declared dead, and he had a little sister.
He didn’t know what to think, how to feel. Didn’t know if heshould reach out, or let it be. I hated Jed for how much mental anguish he put Carter through his entire life.
I told Carter to think about it and whatever decision he made, I’d be right there with him.
And to make him feel just a little better, I said, “Now. About our deals.”
Carter rushed me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder as he carried me up two flights of stairs to our room as if I weighed nothing. I laughed the whole way as he playfully swatted my butt.
Once in the room, he laid me down on the bed before pulling his shirt off, revealing his sculpted body that I still couldn’t believe was mine. Carter took everything else off himself and me, tossing it all to the floor.
I expected some kind of heavy teasing from him. To have me begging for mercy by the end. But instead, he kissed every inch of my body and sank into me in one go. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my hands gripping his biceps. It was slow, methodical at first. I arched into him, wanting him closer than he could possibly be.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted. “The deal wasI’dbe gettin’ to come, not you. You just lay there.” The sheeraudacity.
“I think you misunderstood,” I countered. “My orgasms were part of—Mmm…” I was interrupted by Carter reaching between us, playing with my clit, just for a few strokes. Then he moved away.
“What was that? Didn’t hear you. And I definitely don’t remember you specifically sayin’ they were part of it.” The smug asshole! I was about to say as much when he moved his hand once more. My lips sealed shut as he continued to rub my clit, making me thrash beneath him.
“W-what do you want in exchange?” I asked.
“Always exchanges, deals, and bargains with you, ain’t it?” In typical Carter fashion, he picked up his pace, driving himself deeper and deeper. I cried out. He was hitting all the right spots again and again until he was moving so fast that the bed was movingwith us. “Is that all I am to you?” I was close, almost seeing stars as his ministrations picked up.
