Chapter Seven

Sky

I’m not sure who I am anymore. More so, I’m not sure who I’d been pretending to be. The me that existed yesterday was a liar. She convinced herself of so many things that didn’t matter.

That love didn’t matter.

That Carson didn’t matter.

That this baby didn’t need a father like him in her life.

I was convincing myself so hard that I actually believed it. Deep down, I let myself believe that what I felt for Carson could never be.

The second he walked away today, really walked away, I knew that was a lie.

My stomach hurt, my head pounded, my entire body felt… wrong. Like I was missing something, like I needed him back. There was an ache deep in my soul that I couldn’t ignore anymore.

Touching him did that to me. I’ve never touched anyone else and had that reaction.

He holds me in his arms, his lips brush against mine, and his heart beats against my chest.

“I love you,” he says, kissing me again. “Tell me you love me too.”

My heart squeezes and fills with warmth. Hearing him say those words is like hearing everything that ever needed to be said. “I love you so much, Carson. I always have.”

A pang of guilt shatters through me as I speak. I know there’s a chance that my brother will lose his shit, but right now, none of that matters. That’s how right this feels.

Carson’s thumb brushes against my bottom lip. “Good girl. Now tell me you’re mine for good.”

My clit throbs and the hormones that have been raging through me for days come back in full force. I like when he calls me his good girl. I like it even more when he demands things. That man is the same man that couldn’t leave me here. He’s the same man that tore back into this hallway and insisted on coming into this room because he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Tears fall down my face for the hundredth time today. “I’m yours, Carson,” I swallow hard, “for good.”

He lifts me from the ground, kissing my lips as we move. I knew he was strong, but I didn’t think he was this strong. I’m almost eight months pregnant and I was never small to begin with.

He settles me onto the bed and drags my dress to the floor, scraping his teeth against my neck as he moves.

I mewl out in pleasure and his rough hands push down over my frame with pressure.

How does he smell so good? Pine, cedar, leather, the forest, something I don’t know, but it’s great. I drag in his scent until I’m dizzy.

Before this weekend, he’s shown so much restraint, like his years of military training has taught him how to resist temptation, but the look in his eyes right now is wild like he’s coming undone.

He palms over my pussy before tugging my panties to the floor.

I sink onto my knees, and he groans. “Get back up here! You’re not getting down there.”

I tug his pants down and grip his cock in my hand, ignoring his orders. I’ll listen to him all night long, but this… I need this. I need his thick cock in my throat. I need to feel him throb against my tongue.

Holding his length, I lick and suck as his big fingers weave through my hair.

He’s huge, both thick and long. And though I can’t take all of him at once, I try, gagging and choking on his length.

He moans and moves my head back and forth on his cock. “Good girl. Take all my cock.” He’s thrusting into my throat like he can’t take it anymore, like he needs me to move just right so he can come, and I want him to. It’s all I’ve thought about for years.

My mouth turns up at the corners and I suck him harder, tugging on the shaft as I move. I’m clamped onto him now, moaning on his dick as he thrusts deeper.

This is so fucked up. I’ve known Carson forever. He’s my brother’s best friend, but he’s also the rock I counted on my entire life. How am I here? What am I doing?

“Are you my secret, honey?” he grunts, thrusting me roughly onto his dick.

My pussy soaks and I yelp with excitement. I love being his secret.

I cup his balls with my opposite hand as I pull and suck, in awe of how he moves.

I’m gagging and his dick is so stiff that I know he’s about to come. That’s confirmed when he pulls from inside my mouth and demands, “Up on the bed.” He holds my hand and helps me up, bending me forward like we were last night.

His hand lands over my pussy and he growls, “What a good girl you are, getting all wet for me.”

Fuck! If this man doesn’t drive into me right now, I might explode.

He strokes his cock and lands it at my slit, sweeping the head over my silky entrance. Leaning forward, he closes his hot mouth against my shoulder and wraps his arm around the front as his cock slides in. He’s slow and steady at first, then fast and hard.

He’s so fucking thick.

This is wrong. I know it’s wrong. It’s wrong, it’s dirty, and it’s forbidden, but I like being his filthy, little secret. I like that we’re the only two people on Earth that’ll know about this moment.

He rubs my clit over and over, his finger sliding with ease.

“Ohh… you’re tight, baby girl, and you’re so excited for me.”

I’m panting, my cheeks are hot, and my pussy is clenching tight as he slides in deeper and deeper.

I glance forward into the mirror, watching as his giant frame thrusts into me from behind. He’s holding me close, gentle, like even in this moment of barbaric display, love still matters.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He thrusts harder and harder, as his breathy whispers tickle my ear.

“I’m your good girl,” I pant. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it.” He smacks my ass. “Come for me and soak my cock.”

My breathing picks up, and as he thrusts into me over and over again, I lose control. I don’t know what he’s hitting or how to explain the wrath of pleasure that spills through me, but my entire body reacts. My pussy tightens, and this strange tingling spreads down from the base of my neck toward my groin. Muscles I didn’t know I had contract and Carson holds me close.

He growls low in my ear as he holds me tightly, almost as though he’s restraining me from the convulsions. “Good girl. Keep coming.”

My heart beats at rocket speed, and I’m a mess of soaking pleasure.

Bending me forward, Carson thrusts harder. His body is so big and strong, and I’m suddenly weak as a kitten. I think he might like this. Rough hands grip my hips, and he slams against me with speed and force. Each thrust is metered and purposeful, unlike the way they were before. He’s focused now. He’s going to come.

“I love this soaking wet pussy,” he groans, thumping into me harder.

I grip the sheets, trying to steady myself as he thrusts against me, and then all at once, he explodes.

The noises he makes are something like the growl I’d heard all night and the animalistic howling of a feral beast. He’s unhinged, and I’m here for it.

I lean down on the bed and loosen my grip on the blankets as he thrusts into me a few final times, then collapses onto the bed.

His chest is sticky with sweat and he’s clearly exhausted, but his gaze is on me. “Fuck, bug. That felt good.” He pauses. “Damn it. Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that. You’re not my bug… you’re my—”

I kiss his lips, cutting off his words before he says them. “No, I’m your bug, Carson. I’ve always been your bug.”

“Really? It doesn’t bother you? I don’t want you to feel like a child or—”

I laugh under my breath as I twist my fingers into the hair on his chest. “Yeah, I don’t know… I thought it made me feel small, but hearing you say it just now reminds me of us, like all the things we’ve been through. The things that are just you and me.”

Carson kisses my forehead and rubs his hand over my belly. “I love you, bug. We’ll figure all this out as we go. I promise.”

Looking toward him, I no longer see our differences. Sure, he’s my brother’s best friend. Sure, he’s a lot older than me. Sure, we have some things to make sense of… but underneath all of that is love. Real love.

It’s a love I’ve spent my entire life trying to replicate. The trouble is, a love like Carson’s isn’t something that can be reproduced. He sees me like no one else can, he hears me like I’ve never been heard, and he cares for me like I was always meant to be his.

I, for one, think that deserves a happy ending.