Page 53 of Fall to Me
Fuck me.
I need to take care of this situation. My hand reaches down, and I squeeze my cock, trying to alleviate the ache. I slide my hand down, then back up, imagining it’s hers. The water cuts off, and the door opens. Jolting, I jerk my hand away and squeeze my eyes closed. My heart thumps wildly in my ears as I wait for her to leave the room.
After the door closes with a soft click, I wait fifteen minutes, then resign myself to the fact that I’ll just have to suffer from blue balls all fucking day and roll out of bed. I handle my morning business, then trail my ass to the kitchen to make River’s coffee. I hit brew and look around for her, but she’s nowhere to be found, so I open the sliding glass door to the back yard. Of course, this is where I find her, hair in a ponytail, arms pushed high above her head as she stretches. She’s in one of those sports top things, and the way those yoga pants hug her ass causes my jaw to tick and my cock to throb from my lack of relief earlier. I release a breath, resolved to the fact that I’m gonna have to work out with her—like we do every morning—and pretend to be clueless.
“Ready?”
She doesn’t answer. As I approach her from behind, she spins around, and I take a fist to the gut.
Holy fucking shit, River.
“Holy fucking shit, Carter.” She snatches the earbuds out of her ears. “Oh my God, you scared the ever-loving hell out of me. I’m so sorry. I just reacted. Are you okay? God, please don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to.”
“Come here, baby.”
She wraps her arms around my waist. “I’m so sorry.”
“I'm good, okay? I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. But do you remember what we talked about?”
She shakes her head. “We talked about a lot of things.”
“I know your instinct is to react first and ask questions later, but you need to turn and face the person approaching you. Assess if that person’s a threat. What if you punch someone for no reason?”
“I did punch someone for no reason.”
“Someone other than me.” I chuckle and release her. “What if it were my mom?”
“I know. I know. But I always feel threatened.”
“That’s where the pivot comes in, you gotta pivot your body out of the line of whoever is approaching and assess the situation. Also, we’ve already talked about this.” I take the earbuds from her hand. “Only one earbud in at a time, never both, okay?”
She nods.
“Attagirl. Alright. Since this was Jaxon’s favorite, we’re gonna practice it. Hair first, then throat. Let’s go.”
“But we do that all the time.”
“And we’re gonna keep doing it all the time.”
River faces the yard, and I grab her hair. She lets out a little moan.
Oh fuck.
That little moan has me thinking about her on all fours with her hair wrapped around my hand—I pull a little harder—and goddammit, this is not the fucking time.
She spins to the outside, grabs my head, bringing up her knee. We work through that a few times before I wrap my hand around her throat. Her eyes flutter closed, and a small gasp escapes her parted lips.
I lean in, lining my lips up with the shell of her ear. “Did you have a bad dream this morning? I heard you whimper.”
“Yes. It was awful. The fucking worst.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
River falters her movements, and her eyes slowly climb to mine. It’s taking all I have in me to not laugh and keep a straight face. I think she had a very naughty sex dream about me.
“No.” She grunts out as she wraps her arm around mine and forces my hold to break.
Damn, was dream Carter so bad in bed that she won’t want to have sex with the real me? Or maybe dream Carter was so good she’s scared I won’t measure up. Oh fuck. Now that’s an interesting take.
