Carter grips my wrist and lowers it to my side, the spoon dropping unnoticed to the floor. “Are you going to give me what I want, JD?”
He’s still close enough to kiss, but he’s restraining himself, as if waiting for me to make that final move.
I want to. Jesus, how I want to. But for some reason, like an idiot, I lean back instead. Away from his lush, sensual mouth. Away from temptation. “Shouldn’t we get back to your company?”
Coward.
His expression is tight and his fingers flex around my wrist. “If that’s what you want.”
I want him. What the hell is wrong with me? “Carter, I—”
“Again, Fi?”
Wyatt’s angry words shatter like breaking glass around us, ruining the moment.
“You’re ditching me for Thor again?”
“Who’s Thor? Any relation to Zeus?” I sound a little manic as I slip away from Carter and move unsteadily toward the couple heading to the door. “And where’s the fire? Shit, wait, is there an actual fire?”
I just realized there are some expressions you shouldn’t use around firemen.
Fiona’s smile is brittle and polite. “A text from a friend. He needs some help studying for a final exam.”
“Bullshit.” Wyatt’s expression is the definition of frustration. I can relate. “He’s always studying for a final. Or he needs you at the bar. No one works as hard as Thoreau Wayne at finding excuses to see you.”
“Except for you?” She challenges him before hugging me gently, almost apologetically. “Sorry, hon. I’m glad you’re in good hands. And how about the next time something happens to you, you feel free to give me a call, okay?”
That’s not the first time she’s mentioned that tonight. “I will. Drive safe.”
“I’m driving her,” Wyatt says, his frown grim. “I’m free tonight, and I’ve got nothing better to do now. I might as well help my cousin’s business partner pass his damn final.”
“That’s probably not a good idea.” My radar goes off at her tone. Why is she telling him not to when she knows how he’ll react to…?
Oh.
“Two heads are better than one,” I offer, trying to help without being obvious.
Two heads. That’s what you’re after with that reverse psychology isn’t it, you kinky poly girl?
“See? Green agrees with me.” Wyatt sends me a grateful wink. “It’s settled. I’m coming.”
Fiona glares in my direction but all I see is, “Thank you.”
And you’re welcome. One of us needs to get lucky tonight.
Wyatt might get that carrot sooner than I thought.
By the time they thank Carter for dinner and say goodnight, I have enough self-preservation to have moved out of his reach. I’m at the stairs before he turns around to face me. “Dinner was great, but I think it wore me out. I’ll make up for the dishes at breakfast, okay?”
I don’t wait for him to respond before I disappear.
Don’t you mean run away like a headless chicken?
I’m not afraid. I just need a minute because Carter blew my mind. I hadn’t seen it coming. Not like that. Not during dinner.
One minute I’m doling out ice cream and unsolicited advice, the next I’m a heartbeat away from humping Carter’s leg like a sex-crazed, six-foot Chihuahua. And if I’m not mistaken, and I know I’m not, he was fully on board with that plan.
Are you going to give me what I want, JD?
If he’d taken without asking, I wouldn’t have stopped him. It never would have crossed my mind. But he did ask. And something made me hesitate. Something I’m already regretting, since none of my doubts matter when they come up against this need he makes me feel. A need he might already be on his way to taking care of if my fears hadn’t gotten in the way.
I close the door to the upstairs bedroom and lean heavily against it, unbuttoning my pants with quick, clumsy fingers.
“Carter,” I groan and jerk my dick out in rough desperation. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I was this hard. So hard it hurts. I close my eyes and in my mind I’m back in the kitchen. Only this time Carter is kissing me and it’s his strong fist I’m fucking my cock into. “Yes.”
Fiona and Wyatt laugh softly in the dining room, adding to the thrill I get when he turns me and bends me over the kitchen counter.
“This is what I want.” Without warning he drags my pants down to my thighs and spreads the cheeks of my ass with his strong hands. One thick finger traces the crevice between my cheeks and makes me gasp. “There it is. This ass. I’ve been thinking about doing this all night.”
“You have?” I groan into the countertop as that now magically lubed finger pushes against the tight ring of muscles until I can feel it inside me. Opening me. Filling me. “Oh God.”
“Oh yeah. Look at that. So tight and hungry, the way it’s already sucking me in. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you, JD?”