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Carter
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We’ve spent every possible moment together over the past month. Either my house or her condo. Going out to concerts, comedy shows, golfing, dinner, lunch, breakfast... whatever Taryn wants to do, we do.
So it’s not surprising that she seems a bit affronted when I present the contract in front of her and ask her to sign it.
“This is weird,” she says with mistrust in her amber eyes, standing against my kitchen island. “Why do I have to sign this? Don’t you trust me?”
I turn her around, bracing her against the counter with my arms on either side of her body. She stares up at me and I just want to take her into the bedroom and not deal with this, but I have to. I finger a lock of light-brown hair that hangs in two strands on either side of her face, the rest of it tucked neatly into a high ponytail at the back of her head.
“Everyone who visits the Mile High Rooms has to do it.”
She points at the offending electronic tablet. “But it says in there that I can only do sexual stuff with you.”
I grin. “I added that part.”
“But who else would I be doing them with? It’s kind of insulting that you’d think I would hook up with some rando when I’m there with you.”
I try not to become exasperated with her naivety. “It’s a sex club, Taryn. After you sign this, you’re free to go there without me. I’d prefer if you didn’t, since you’ll be the hottest woman in there, but you can. You just can’t do anything with anyone else while you’re there,” I say.
She shakes her head, her ponytail sliding along her bare shoulders. “But we’re in a committed relationship, I wouldn’t do that anyway, and I don’t want to visit the club without you.”
I feel relief at her words. “Then signing it shouldn’t be a problem.” I lean down to kiss her.
Taryn puts a hand on my chest. “Stop trying to distract me. Just hand me the damn stylus.”
Without breaking eye contact, I grab the stylus from the counter and hand it to her. Then, I slide the tablet toward her. She scribbles her signature at the bottom then plops the stylus down.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you don’t have a contract to sign with the same conditions for my benefit,” she says, staring up at me with an eyebrow cocked.
I shrug one shoulder. “I already signed a contract.”
Her eyes widen. “With whom?”
“There’s no one on my contract. I signed the generic one that they require stating all the legalities. No talking about the club outside of the club, no sharing the password, no video or audio recording while inside, you know, all the rest of the stuff. Like I said, I added that last part for my benefit. I can’t handle the thought of another man touching you.”
“And I can’t stand the thought of another woman touching you,” she whispers, staring up at me.
I slide my hand along her jaw. “You’re fucking mine, Taryn. You understand?”
She nods slowly. “And you’re fucking mine, Carter.” She mimics my voice and then leans up and nips my bottom lip with her teeth.
I smile. “Yes, I am. I will kill anyone who touches you.”
“And I will cut any bitch who even looks at you,” she says quietly.
I’ve turned her into a crazy, possessive woman and I’m definitely here for it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.”
Lifting her at the waist, I place her on the kitchen island and grind my hips into her core. Her arms wrap around my shoulders as her legs tangle to curl around my ass. I kiss her with the force of a thousand suns, not wanting to let her go for even a second. I’ve fallen in love with her over the past couple of months, and know that I’ll never find anyone else like her.
“So, we have two choices,” I say breathlessly as I break the kiss. “I can fuck you right here and then we can order in food and spend the rest of our Sunday in bed, or we can continue this later and leave now so we don’t miss tee time.”
She grips the collar of my polo shirt with her red-painted fingernails so our mouths are practically touching. “What you’re going to do is fuck me fast and hard on this island until I come, then after I clean up, we’re going to make tee time.”
Holy shit...
Without any sort of preamble, I lift her little white golf skirt, slide the white lacy thong to the side and slip a finger into her soaking wet cunt. With my other hand, I unbuckle my belt and slide the zipper down my khakis before pulling out my stiff cock. Licking my fingers clean, I use one hand to guide my dick into her, then begin pumping furiously. She holds onto my shoulders, her head tipped back as her mouth drops open.
I can’t breathe at the feel of her tight, slippery hole suctioning me. I’m definitely not going to last long.
Soon, her walls clamp down tight, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she cries out. “Yes! Carter, yes... ahh!” She screams so loud I wonder if the neighbors can hear, and it’s my undoing. I still my thrusts, shooting every last bit of cum to fill her all the way up.
We’re both breathless and panting, my forehead touching hers with a lazy smile. “What the hell do you do to me?”
She smiles and bites my lip again. “I don’t know, but you’ve got a magical dick and I can’t get enough.”
***
Declan smiles as he sees us approach the table hand in hand.
“What’s up?” I say as I pull out Taryn’s chair for her to sit, and then take my own next to Declan.
“Good game today,” he comments, glancing at Taryn, then at me. “I didn’t think you’d actually win.”
I snort derisively and lift my chin. “Of course, I won. Not sure why you don’t expect me to kick your ass every time.”
“Statistically,” Lincoln says, “you only win about sixty percent of the time, so it’s unrealistic to expect a win every time. Besides, I believe Declan beat you last time, and I won the time before.”
“God, you’re such a nerd,” I mumble, picking up a sweating water glass that had been here before I arrived.
“Carter!” Taryn scolds, smacking me on the arm.
“Oh, it’s okay, darlin’. He’s used to it. I call him that all the time,” Quinn, Lincoln’s very Southern wife, says. I will never understand how those two hooked up. They couldn’t be more opposite. But they look good together.
“Where’s your date?” I ask Declan.
He lifts a shoulder. “I’ve got too many bitches to choose from and it’s exhausting. Besides, who needs a date when I have you ugly assholes to hang with?” He looks at Taryn and Quinn. “I mean them, not you lovely ladies.”
“Well, golfin’ is as dull as watchin’ a pot boil,” Quinn drawls. “Next time, maybe me ’n Taryn will go shopping or somethin’ while y’all do this nonsense.” She gestures toward the windows of the club’s restaurant that overlook the course.
Declan and I laugh, but Lincoln doesn’t. “I told you that you don’t have to come. You and Taryn can go lie by the pool instead.”
Taryn’s face lights up. “That sounds good. Stupid Carter doesn’t have a pool.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “If you want a pool, I’ll put one in. Just for you.”
“Lord knows you have the room for it in that huge yard of yours,” Declan comments.
Taryn claps her hands. “Yay.”
“C’mon, let’s go to the little girls’ room,” Quinn says, grabbing Taryn’s arm.
Taryn looks at me. “Order me a vodka soda and some of those yummy garlic brussels sprouts.”
I nod as they walk off.
The server comes over, flirts heavily with the three of us, and takes drink and appetizer orders. As she walks away, Declan stares at her ass a little too long.
Since it’s just me and the guys briefly, I ask, “Listen. Are you guys going to hit up the Mile High Rooms next weekend?”
Lincoln shakes his head. “I told you, I got rid of the app. What do I need it for?”
I glance toward the bathrooms, then back to him. “You could take your lady there for some fun. There are always couples there looking to let loose.”
Declan scoffs. “Which is why I rarely go, not a lot of single girls and I don’t pay for it.”
Lincoln replies, “First off, I have my own playroom full of equipment and have no need to utilize the Mile High Rooms. Secondly, we just found out she’s pregnant and now I feel like I have to treat her like an egg that’s about to crack.”
A smile widens my face. “That’s awesome, man. Congratulations!”
A rare grin lights up his otherwise serious countenance. “Thank you. My brother and cousin are popping out litters of children, it seems. Figured we better get started if we want our kids to have cousins their own age. It was just time, you know? My cousin Roman was like a brother to me and Nathan growing up. I really cherished it, and he’s an only child so it helped him growing up with us.”
“Totally get it, man,” Declan says. “My best friend is my cousin Joe.”
“Hey,” I say. “What am I, chopped liver?”
He chuckles. “Nah, you’re my best pal, too.”
I knew we were being immature and stupid. Eric’s always been my closest friend, and I wonder briefly how the dynamic will change with my group of friends once he’s out.
The server drops off our drinks and tells me the appetizer will be out shortly.
I lift my scotch. “To Linc and all the new heirs to the Silverstone Brewing empire.”
Lincoln smiles again and we all clink our glasses in a toast.
“So, why were you asking about the Mile High Rooms?” Declan inquires.
“Well, I’m taking Taryn next weekend. She was there once before—remember I told you how she hacked my shit then snuck in? Well, this time, we’re going as a couple. I made her sign a contract.”
Delcan’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “You what? What for?”
“The app makes you sign a contract to download it and access the club already,” Lincoln points out.
I grin. “I modified it. So she wouldn’t hook up with anyone else while there.”
Declan lifts a brow. “You actually think she’d do that?”
I shake my head. “Not even remotely. But I had to be sure. I told her she could go there alone but she wasn’t allowed to touch anyone or let anyone touch her. You need to remember she’s younger than us—only twenty-six and doesn’t have much experience.” I refrain from telling them I took her V-card and that she’d only ever been with one other guy since. “It was more of a playful thing.”
“You gonna make her sign a prenup, too?” Lincoln asks, lifting the drink to his lips.
“Uh, I hadn’t thought about that. I don’t think so? I mean, I’ve known her all my life. She isn’t the gold-digging kind.”
“Money changes people,” Lincoln points out.
“True...”
Just then, the girls arrive at the table, and they both look distressed. I wonder why they were in the bathroom so long, but I’ve learned not to question women about that shit unless I want a detailed, graphic answer.
Quinn grabs his arm. “Linc, honey, we gotta go. I’m spotting blood.”
His face goes white, and he stands. “What does that mean?”
“Hopefully, nothing. I read in a lotta books that spotting could mean nothin’ in the first trimester but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Quinn looks a lot calmer than him.
“Let’s go,” Linc says.
He looks at us. “Tell the server to put this on my account.”
“Of course. Just go!” I say.
Lincoln nods, then ushers his wife with his hand on the small of her back until they disappear out the front door toward the parking lot.
“Poor thing,” Taryn says. “She was much calmer once she got out here, but she was real scared in the bathroom when she saw blood. She said it wasn’t a lot. I know zero about pregnancies so I told her maybe it’s best she go to the ER to get the baby checked. Heck, I didn’t even know she was preggo until she came out of the stall looking as white as a sheet.”
“She’s right though, like eighty percent of the time, spotting doesn’t mean miscarriage, especially in first pregnancies. The cervix and uterus are full of blood to accommodate the pregnancy so it happens,” Declan comments.
It’s weird to see his serious, medical side when he’s usually a goofy playboy bachelor.
“That makes me feel better,” Taryn comments.
The server brings over the brussels sprouts and we order burgers before she walks off again.
I realize my conversation about the contract is over so we change the subject to the Fourth of July coming up and try to make plans on what we’re going to do.