Page 54 of The Devil's Detail
“I see you, Carter Maywood.”
His face takes on a panicked look, as if that’s a bad thing. I hold my hand up, but then take his in mine. It’s the first touch we’ve had like this. I arc my body round towards him, my knee practically hemming in one of his legs, and I can see his hard-on behind his jeans.
“I see you, Carter Maywood. I watched you with Ron.” Again his face takes on the fear and panicked look. He thinks I’m annoyed with him about it, but I’m not. “I watched you with him, with everyone here.” I sweep my arm out towards the kitschy surroundings. “I watched your face, your body, every movement you made. I listened to your voice—how you spoke, what you said, and how you said it.” Again he’s looking uncomfortable. I can see him going over the conversations in his head, thinking if he’s said anything controversial. “But I never saw you, Carter. Just Carter. I saw the actor, I saw the celebrity. The guy, the dude, the coolest actor on this fucking planet. But I never saw you, not once.” His eyes are wide, he’s going to go blue if he holds his breath any longer.
I put my finger to his lips. His tongue flicks out, and I feel like he just battery charged my heart. My cock responds with a simultaneous throb. Oh Christ.
“I realise now how much of yourself you gave me. You gave me Carter. In a way, you’ve always given me Carter. Not the actor, the man. I fucking love that you did. I want him—that is the Carter I always want. The Carter from home. I see him, and I fucking love him. He’s different from this Carter. He’s wild, funny, caring. He’s just… you.”
Tears have sprung to his eyes. And I smile at him, shielding him from view of the café goers. Blocking out the world, so it’s just us two.
“What if I have to be Carter Maywood, actor? Will you hate me for it?”
I grin, and huff out a laugh. “No, I like him as well. He makes me laugh. As long as he’s not touching up other men when I’m there, go for it. I love that he’s loud, and living it large. The louder and more out there the better. I love that he’s a diva.”
He looks gobsmacked. Totally floored by my saying that. “I thought you hated the spotlight, the antics.”
“It’s not the spotlight itself that I don’t like. It’s all the circus around it. But I’ve decided to manage it. If I can't, no one can. I’ll tell you if I’m struggling. But I want to be with you. I want every fucking facet of you. Him, you, me. I have to be Jackson, security guy at times, and will still be telling you off. But you’ll probably love that more. I’ll think of things to do to you, as a punishment, if he gets out of control.”
His tongue is hanging out of his head. His eyes are popping out of his face. “I think he can be very bad. Very, very bad. But know this, in the bedroom, I’m always topping. I told you this before, and I wasn’t joking,” Carter growls into my shoulder.
“We’ll see.” I smirk before changing tact totally, saying lightly, “Are we getting coffee and cakes?”
“No we’re fuckin’ not. I’ve got Victoria sponge at home, just for you, baby. I hope you kiss on the first date. I wanna get to first base.” His eyebrows accompany the words, bobbing up and down like a wayward cock.
“I don’t know if I’m that fast. I don’t want to be too easy.” I bat my lashes at him, widening my big brown eyes, and I can see he’s lost the plot.
“Darlin’, I’m the easiest lay you’ll get all year. I’m a sure thing where you’re concerned. But only you. Only. You.” He nods his head emphatically towards me.
I stand, pulling him up with me. “Let’s go home. Your place or mine?” I grin as I ask it, almost certain what he’s going to say.
“Mine, honey. It’s closer.”
Don’t know what I was worried about. This first date shit is easy, man. Who needs coffee and cake when you’re hook, line, and sinker
35
Carter
It’s. Fuckin’.Ooon!
I can hardly contain myself. My cock is as hard as iron, and I feel drunk. I’m wobbling about like a new born lamb, but Jackson takes charge and loads me up into the car like I’m the most precious cargo of his life. Ash is driving, so I don’t want to kiss Jackson in the back of the car. He hasn’t said I can’t, but he also hasn’t said I can, and I really don’t want to piss him off and end this before it even begins.
So I have to be content with pressing as much of my body against his as possible.
I want to rub my hands over his cock, squeeze the fuckin’ life out of it. I can see it now, standing tall and proud. Pointing right at me. I’m licking my lips in anticipation as I stare at him.
God in heaven, if Ash can’t feel this sexual tension oozing from the back of the car, he’s as dumb as a rock.
Jackson looks so fuckin’ cool. His security guy façade is back in place. It isn’t until he clears his throat and looks down at my crotch that I see the chink in his armour. Fuck, he wants me. Helooks into my wide eyes, and he must see the same thing. His little finger brushes my hand where I’m trying like mad to keep it still on the seat. It’s a thunderbolt. A chemical high hitting my veins. All man-made.
This glorious fuckin’ man has bewitched me. Book that fuckin’ church. I’d give him everythin’.
I know I can’t show him how crazy I am over him. He’d bolt for good. But I do need to tell him everything about my past. Sexploits included. I don’t want secrets. I’ve had enough of those over the years. They fester, and then blow up when you least expect them. No, it's time to tell all. No secrets. But I need to get him in that bedroom first. Then I’ll hit him with it.
I can’t catch a break, though. As we pull through the electric gates up the drive into the front garage area of my house, I notice a blacked-out Mercedes in my driveway. Jackson looks at me, and then at Ash.
“Who’s here?” He’s asking Ash more than me.
