Page 13 of The Alpha's Arrangement
Carter straddles me at my waist, not putting weight on me. He then places his hand around his very hard, long cock, stroking it up and down. His grip is strong and fierce, and a damn huge turn on, increasing my desire for him.
When I bring my hand up to touch him, he releases himself then positions his hand on top of mine, squeezing him hard, harder than I would have done myself. He shows me exactly what he likes until his head falls back. Meanwhile, it’s taking everything I have not to squirm from the heat building inside of me again. I love this. Love that he does this to me.
“Press those tits together, Izzy.”
I do as he instructs, and then he spits down on his cock before moving the hard length between my breasts. He grips my flesh and presses them together hard, creating a channel for his dick, then proceeds to fuck them, back and forth, shaking the couch.
The tip of him comes close to my lips, so I stick out my tongue and taste him. This spurs him on, and soon, he’s coming all over my chest and chin.
Still hard, he moves back down to my core and feasts on me.
“Fucking love seeing me on you, marking you.” His words rumble against me, sending just the right amount of friction. Then, when he latches on to my clit, I implode, this one much more intense than the first. I scream his name.
He inserts his fingers, pumping me toward another orgasm. My back falls as it wrings every last drop of my energy out of me, which is disappointing because I want more.
Carter drops his body on top of mine, his come sticking between us. Looking into his eyes, I see so much swirling inside of them. I wish I knew what he saw in me, because I feel my heart constricting for this man. I feel like there’s a connection building with these invisible wires connecting us, and it scares the shit out of me.
He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
When he pulls away, my heart squeezes. I pull him closer, not wanting this moment to ever go away. We stay like this, staring at one another for so long he begins to embed himself inside me, and that scares the shit out of me, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
POUNDING HITS THE DOOR, AND CARTER’S UP, MOVING TOWARD IT.
Since Carter sidetracked me this morning with hunting down the realtor, I’ve tried calling him again to no avail. Sad thing is, I was a bit happy he didn’t answer. If he did and Carter and I had to nix this arrangement, I’m not sure how I feel about that at this point. Especially after our time today.
I really thought he was going to have sex with me. When I asked why not, he said, “Izzy, when I take you, I take you mind, body, and soul.” That sent goosebumps all down my spine. The words were so complete, so real, I felt they meant so much than their outward meaning. Even more, I liked it … too much.
Carter is more of a gentleman than his rough exterior lets on. He’s no teddy bear, that’s for sure. Maybe the big bad wolf, with a nice side. I laugh at the thought. Wolf.
Loud talking comes from the entry, and I get up to see what’s going on. Carter’s guys all pile into the house. Several are carrying grocery bags, moving into the kitchen.
“Hi,” I say on a wave and get smiles and nods as they pile in and dump the bags on the kitchen island.
“Hey, beautiful,” Owen says, smiling.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Carter comes up beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. This makes Owen’s grin wider, while heat floods my cheeks.
“Al …” Jack looks over at us and shakes his head. “Carter, we just came to hang out.”
Upon his words, it hits me. They missed him. He’s taking his time away from them to be with me. It’s sweet and must mean that he really does want to be here with me.
I feel myself leaning into Carter, who kisses my temple.
“Coupla hours, then you’re out,” Carter decrees, smiling around the room.
Throughout the night, Carter’s eyes barely leave me. I feel them like sharp daggers that turn me on mercilessly. I’ve learned that Carter lives at a place called The Den with all the men, plus more. This totally boggles my mind, and I set it aside to remember to ask Carter about it later.
Maybe he knew about this arrangement before and never had a place of his own. Maybe it’s normal for men to be arranged into a home—and therefore, a woman—like this. It’s all strange, but somehow, for me and Carter, it seems to be working.
Carter and his family have a very good relationship. They fire quips back and forth, and Carter burst out laughing several times. Each time, I can’t help watching. I make it my mission to make him do that with me.
They’re all close, and I’m happy that Carter has that.
The guys say they need to talk, so Carter takes them out to the back deck. Exhausted, I go up to my room. Lying in bed, I think to myself that I hope they don’t scare my wolf away tonight. Seeing him is a light in my life I love. Regardless, my eyes drift shut and I fall sleep.
