Page 29 of Carver's Obsession

“So, now you know you can come.”

He chuckled when she just nodded, still dazed.

“I want you to talk to your sister today,” Carver said.

She inhaled. “I will.”

“Oh, I know you will because I’ll be right there.”

“You don’t have to babysit me, Carver.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it babysitting as much as supporting you. Stay where you are. I’m going to get a washcloth.”

He caught her flinch when he pulled out. “I’m sorry, Babe. I’ll be right back.”

After taking care of the condom and washing, he grabbed and wet a cloth.

“Spread your legs,” he said. He saw her hesitate, but then she did what he said. “You’re a good girl. I was going to spank your ass if you didn’t mind me.”

He carefully separated her pussy lips and thoroughly cleaned her.

“Spank me. Really?” she asked in a testy voice.

He glanced up at her and smiled. “Yeah. You got a problem with that, Little Worm?”

She scowled. “Stop calling me that.”

“No.”

She growled and tried to kick him, which made him laugh. That got her even madder. He lay back on her before she could throw a fit and pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her until she relaxed under him.

Jesus, he could never get sick of her. He liked everything about her.Likedwas an inadequate word for the way he felt, but the wordlovescared him. He thought he’d feel weak and mushy besides. He’d never said those words to anyone, so the first couple of times would be hard for him.

“Let’s get dressed,” he said before giving her a hard kiss and pushing himself off her. He was a bit unsettled about what would happen with the sisters. The thought of it not going well and Erica leaving made him beyond furious.

There was no way he was going to let her leave. She was his now.

Chapter Seventeen

Erica took her time dressing and brushing her hair with her fingers.

“Stop delaying it, Babe,” he said from the door.

She exhaled and walked to him, taking his hand. She knew it was silly to be afraid to talk to her own sister, but they were mostly strangers in her eyes.

They walked down the stairs. Most of the people ignored them, but a few looked curious, and she didn’t know why.

“Let’s check the kitchen first,” Carver said.

Erica nodded. She relaxed when only a few of the women were baking, and her sister wasn’t one of them.

“Do you girls know where Jana is?” Carver asked.

“Out by the picnic table,” Kristina said, glancing between the two.

Erica knew they were curious, but thankfully, no one asked any questions.

“Thank you,” Carver said and led her outside.

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