Page 98 of Dirty Rival
“Is this supposed to be punishment?” she asks, all but daring me to go further but I don’t need a dare. She’s my woman now and I feel the edge of telling her about the war between our fathers. I feel the need to ensure that when she walks into that party tonight, she feels owned. She feels like she belongs to me and with me. Fuck. I need to feel like I own her and can’t lose her.
I reach around her and unbutton her jeans, dragging the zipper down. Her pants follow and when I would slide them all the way down, I don’t. I tangle them at her knees, and move to her side, my hand on her naked backside, which is naked because she’s not wearing any panties. I cup her backside and her sex at the same time. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
“Punish me,” she says, looking at me. “I know what you’re going to do, but do it naked.”
I smack her backside, just a light smack. “I’m not getting naked. Not now.” I slip my fingers along her clit, flicking it back and forth.
She pants, a sexy, raspy drive-me-out-of-my-fucking-mind sound that has my cock throbbing against my zipper. “I’m going to spank you. For teasing me. For making me watch Eli flirt with you.”
“I don’t want Eli. Not even a little bit.”
“I know that.” I slide fingers inside her. “That doesn’t mean I liked how he looked at you. I’m the only man who gets to fuck you now.”
“You are. You are the only man, so do it. Why aren’t you—”
“It’s not time.” I smack her backside and this time not gently.
“Reid,” she pants out.
I spank her again and my fingers move inside her, my thumb stroking her clit. I pat her backside now, fast but not hard, working that friction against that of my hand stroking her to orgasm. “Oh God,” she whispers. “Reid, I need—”
I spank her again because that’s what she needs. I figured that out the first time I spanked her. She likes it. It’s an escape, a release, the one time she doesn’t have to think. So I give it to her. Harder this time. Not once. Not twice. Three times and she locks up around my fingers, spasming into orgasm, her entire body quaking. I wrap my arm around her waist, twisting her around to face me, my mouth coming down on hers, my fingers easing as I sense she needs them to ease until she collapses into me. I turn her and press against the door, giving her that extra support as I pull up her pants.
“What are you doing?”
“We have a chopper to catch.”
“No, we didn’t—”
I cup her face. “We will, but we’re waiting.”
“I don’t want to wait.” She presses her hand to my erection. “And you don’t want to wait.”
I inhale on the need burning through me and catch her hand. “It’ll be better because we waited. And believe me, I need to be thinking about fucking you when we’re at that party. I’ll need to fuck you when it’s over.”
Her expression softens instantly. “Talk to me. Tell what that means.”
My hands go to the door on either side of her. “It means we’ll fuck and talk afterward.”
“You’ll talk to me.”
“Yes, Carrie. I will talk to you and only you.”
“Reid—”
I tangle fingers in her hair and kiss her. “Whatever you’re going to say, say it when we’re naked and in my bed later tonight. Okay?”
She studies me a moment before her fingers find my jaw. “Yes. Okay.” She presses to her toes, pushes her lips to my lips and kisses me before whispering, “Right after we fuck whatever this is out of your system. And in case you were wondering, I love everything you do to me.”
Holy hell, this woman is trying to make me fuck her right now. No. She’s trying to make me fall in love with her.
Chapter forty-eight
Reid
The ride is short and loud, which allows me time to get inside my own head when I’d rather be in Carrie’s. I’m thinking about family, both hers and mine. They’ve brought us together in ways that Carrie doesn’t even know and I’m hoping like hell that I’m right and my siblings will help ensure my father doesn’t tear us apart. Cat and Carrie really are alike in many ways, most especially in how unlike our fathers they are. I need Carrie to know that while my father might be the patriarch of the Maxwell clan, it’s Cat who’s at our core, leading the way to change. Ironically, and not in my favor, it’s Cat who would call me the most like my father, which makes my strategy today a dangerous one.
Once we’re on the ground, I help Carrie out of the chopper, lifting her off the ramp and setting her on the tarmac, but I don’t let her go. I don’t want to let her go. Wind gushes, and her long brown hair blows into her face. I brush it away, barely recognizing the tenderness in the act as within my capacity, but like Cat in different ways, Carrie’s changing me and I’m not sure that’s good for her. My past is still my past. What I learned from that is still what I learned. And yet, I can’t turn back. That means I need to protect Carrie. I will protect her.