Page 51 of Fall to Me
“Yeah?”
“Your parents . . . are they normal?”
“What do you mean?” he says between chuckles.
I turn over to face him, laying my cheek on my hand.
“I mean the way they are with each other, is that normal? I didn’t grow up with that. I grew up with my parents hating each other. Every day they were yelling at one another. When they filed for divorce, I became a pawn or a weapon. I don’t know how else to put this except, together, my parents were toxic as hell, but your parents seem so perfect.”
“Oh, my parents are far from perfect. They fight just like any other couple, but Cam and I never really heard or saw it. Well, maybe a time or two. But usually, when one of them is mad, they go to another room and talk it out away from us. It’s not how all couples handle their disputes, but it’s how my parents handledtheirs. Believe it or not, my dad came from a home where yelling and tantrums were a common form of communication. He didn’t want us growing up the same way. But I’ll tell you, I’ve seen that man red-faced and fuming. Seen Mom that way too, so I know they’ve pissed each other off on more than one occasion. My parents aren’t perfect, baby. That’s what a healthy marriage looks like.”
He and his sister are so fortunate to have had a loving home to grow up in. Not that my parents didn’t give me love and affection, they did. But I remember the chaos until I was ten, and it was quite literally a shit show in our home. They get along fine now, but they’re older. . . more mature . . . and don’t have to live together.
“Maybe you and Cammie will be lucky enough to have the same someday.”
The moonlight catches his features, and I see his eyebrows knit together. “Don’t I already have that?”
“This marriage isn’t real, Carter.”
When I see the hurt cross his face, I instantly regret my words, no matter how true they are.
“Oh, our marriage is very real. It may have been an accident, but it’s real.”
“You know what I mean. Don’t you want to be married to someone you want to grow old with? Have children with? Someone you love?”
“I am,” he says softly.
His eyes roam my face in the moonlight, then he pulls me to him until our fronts are pressed together, intertwining our legs. I lie there with my face buried in his chest, rapidly breathing as my mind races.
“Go to sleep, baby. Don’t think much about it. Just let me hold you tonight, yeah?”
I respond with a nod. I don’t know what to make of him basically telling me that he loves me, but his arms wrapped around me feel so good, and my thoughts spiral as I drift away behind closed lids.
He rolls me onto my back, and my eyelids flutter open. Carter traces my face with his fingertips as he hovers over me, then he bends down and slowly teases my lips with his.
When he pulls back, I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him back down, letting my tongue caress his. He moans into my mouth, and fuck, my pussy clenches. I need him inside me. Now. When he thrusts his hard cock against my thigh, I try pulling at his shorts to move them down, but my arms are too short to reach.
Carter pulls down my panties and runs his thick fingers over my clit before pushing them inside me. I let out a moan that he swallows. Before I can even blink, we’re both naked and he’s inside me. His crystalline eyes bore into mine as he thrusts in and out with slow movements, making love to me. It’s unnerving. I can’t take it.
“Are you gonna keep fucking me like you love me, or are you gonna stop this sappy shit and fuck me like you hate me?” I ask him.
“You’ve got a smart fucking mouth, pet. Keep it up and I’ll muzzle you.”
Pulling out, he flips me over, positioning my hips right where he wants them, then lands a hard slap to my ass. A sharp gasp escapes my lips.
He’s rough, no longer the gentle lover. The sounds of sex reverberate throughout the bedroom. The bed squeaks with every thrust, and the headboard bangs against the wall as our bodies slap together while he rams into me over and over.
I turn my head, looking back at him—heart pounding—cheeks flushed, just as a paddle comes down hard on my ass.
“Ahhh.”
He leans forward, growling in my ear, “Don’t you ever tell me how to fuck my wife.” His hand traces my spine, forcing my back to arch. “You liked it when I spanked you, admit it.”
“Mmm. Yes. Fuck, Carter!”
“Never thought the day would come when you’d moan my name like that. Tell me, Kitten . . . how does my namefeelslithering up your throat? How does ittastesnaking around your tongue before escaping your mouth?”
My head jerks back as he gathers my hair, wrapping it tight around his fist and giving it a firm tug. The other hand skims its way from my hip to my pussy. He delivers a hard flick of his finger to my clit before massaging it in slow, firm circles.
