Deuces Wild

“That’s what you’re not getting, Mallory.” I’m a little surprised by him using my name. “I want all of your messes.”

I lean forward, using his shirt to wipe my nose.

“I should spank your ass for this,” he says through laughter. “Now look at me.”

God, my Deuce really does love issuing orders and I don’t know why they seem to turn me on but they do. I obey this one. I can feel it in his tone that he has something he really wants me to hear.

“I get taking off when you’re scared. It’s a habit you taught yourself. You don’t need to do that anymore but I get it. I know it’s going to take time for you to see that when it comes to me. Too many people that should’ve been loving you fucked that all up for you.”

He reaches up, wiping one of the tears from my cheek. Then kissing the spot. This sweet side of Carter is going to be my undoing. I don’t know how much more I can take without bursting into tears. He came for me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the reason the bus system is down. He keeps going. As though he’s trying to make me fall in love with him. I’m already there.

“I’ll always protect you. That said, I opened that safe in my closet every day making sure you were watching me do it. If you feel the need to run, you’ll need to promise me that you will always take what you need. You should’ve emptied my safe. You should’ve taken my car. It might not be right but with me I want you to always put yourself first. If there is something you can take from me that you need don’t you ever hesitate because I’ll never hesitate in giving it to you. You don’t need to ask for permission. It’s yours.” He takes a deep breath. He wipes the tears from under my eyes with his thumbs as he lowers his lips within a whisper of mine. “I’m yours,” he says as his mouth takes mine.

Chapter 23

Carter

I’ve never thought I’d be the type to make out in a bus stop. Hell, I never thought I’d ever be in a bus stop but it feels like one of the best places in the world now that Mallory is in my arms. She’s clinging to me like she doesn’t want to let go, too. Our mouths still fused together, I get to my feet. I manage to sling her backpack over one shoulder without breaking the seal.

There may be a few drunk claps behind us as I walk out of the terminal and to my car.

I tuck her passion-drugged self into the passenger seat and make my way around to the driver’s side. The night breeze does nothing to cool my over-heated body. I pull down on the crotch of my jeans, try to adjust my hard-on as much as possible, and climb into the car.

“Want something to eat?” I ask as I navigate out of the parking lot.

Mallory is curled into her seat like a little cat, her legs tucked up under her, one hand toying with a long strand of hair. “I thought you didn’t like people eating in your car.”

“Mallory, baby, I didn’t even allow people to ride in my car before you came along.” I reach over and rest my hand between her warm thighs. If I didn’t care so much about her and her safety, I’d march my fingers up her tender skin and right into the heated core of her sex because once I touch her I’m not going to be able to stop. Yet…I’m good with my hands. I’ve got superior hand/eye coordination. I’m a top tier athlete—I shake my head hard. No. I’m not putting my girl in danger just to cop a quick feel.

“You look mad,” she says quietly.

“At myself.” I throw her a wry smile. “Half of me wants to tear your clothes off and finger fuck you until you cream all over my expensive leather car seats and the other half is telling me that I need to wait until I get you home so I can fuck you with my dick. I’ve been jerking off about three times a day thinking about how hot and tight your pussy is so the half that wants to fuck you in this dumb car is kinda taking the edge.”

I feel the heat of her blush from across the car. My hand skates higher or maybe she wiggles down in the car seat. Either way, I only need to stretch out my fingers and I’d be touching her crotch.

“I, ah, can’t believe you’ve never had sex before.”

“Why’s that so unbelievable?”

“Because you’re—“ She waves a hand toward me.

A slow smile curves up my mouth. “Yeah?”