STUFFED (The Slate Brothers 2)

“He’s your dad, Carson,” I defend him.

“She was someone’s daughter,” Carson counters. “I assume Devin is going to want this in the article? Whether or not I knew the alibi was bullshit?”

“Yes,” I say, the words painful. “I’m not going to paint you as a villain though. I promise. I’d never do that.”

Carson looks unconvinced, but gives me a half smile anyway, like he appreciates the effort. “Thanks for telling me,” he says, then takes a big breath. “But, you’ve broken the cardinal rule of this garden— no football, no family.”

“You asked me to tell you—”

Carson shakes his head. “Sorry, you’re the one that broke the rules. My hands are tied on this one. Punishment is in order.”

“What sort of punishment?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” Carson answers, a wry smile. “Now, Astrid? Take your clothes off for me. Slowly.”

13

My eyes widen. “Here? Now?”

After everything we’ve just discussed, I can’t believe he wants sex.

But then again, maybe that’s exactly why he wants sex.

“Here. Come on— clothes off,” he says sternly.

I flush, and glance over my shoulder. There doesn’t appear to be anyone hanging around, so…I stand up, and slide out of my shoes. Carson sits back, watching me like a judge, as I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. I’m not wearing a matching bra and panty set, this time— in fact, I’m wearing a sort of ridiculous pair of panties from the clearance rack at Target. They have cacti on them. I wish I’d remembered this fact before I took my pants off, but no such luck.

Carson, however, looks particularly pleased, and when I’m standing before him in my bra and panties, he holds up a hand to stop me from removing anything else. “Come here,” he says huskily, and I obey, closing the few steps between us. When I reach him, he nudges me to turn me around so that my back is facing him. My skin prickles excitedly as he cups my ass cheeks, rubbing them lightly, then hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugs them down just a little, kissing the top of my ass lightly as he does so. It’s cool out here, just this side of cold, even, but I’m already growing warmer from his touch.

Carson pulls my panties down to my thighs, and slides his hand between my legs, urging them apart. The side of his hand plays at my pussy lips, and I tremble, wanting more of his touch. Now that we’ve had sex once, my nerves aren’t from worry or fear, but from need and anticipation. I want him in me again, now, but I also want him to toy with me like this, to wait until I’m desperate to sink into me…

“You’re already wet,” Carson says, sounding almost amused.

“Your fault,” I answer, looking over my shoulder at him. He lets the side of his hand creep a little farther up, until he’s spread my pussy lips and it rubbing right against my entrance. His thumb climbs against me, and to my alarm, he presses it tightly against my ass. I jump forward, but he’s quick to grab me around the waist and keep me from skirting away.

“Calm down,” he soothes me. “I’m not going to fuck you there, Astrid— not right now. But you’re going to have to let me touch you. Trust me.”

I bite my lip, but force myself to stay put. Carson tries again, circling his thumb around my ass, the smallest amount of pressure on that entrance. I can’t believe it, but I like the feeling of his fingers there, the slightest penetration that makes my nerves jump and heart beat faster. I exhale and arch away from him, giving him better access to…well. To everything he might want.

“See?” Carson says, and squeezes my ass cheek lightly before standing up behind me. He slides my panties farther down, and they finally drop all the way to the gazebo floor. Moonlight casts my body in blue light, and cool air touches places I’ve never exposed to the outdoors before. Carson unclasps my bra and keeps me facing away from him as he slides it down my arms and tosses it aside. His hands climb my body, and he cups my breasts, rubbings his thumbs over my nipples, hardening them. He then turns me around, kisses me, then looks me in the eye. “Get on your knees.”

I can’t look away from him as I lower myself down, knees (thankfully) coming to a rest on my pants rather than the gazebo floor. Carson always looks so much bigger than I am, but from my knees, he’s a giant. I gaze up at him, and he reaches down, playing with my hair for a moment adoringly.

“Take my cock out,” he finally says, voice cool, but hungry.