Carter's Savior

Thirty-Six

Sloan's POV

I knew Carter was here. 

I could smell him from outside. And I was ready to pounce and take what was mine. Or he takes what's his. Either way, we're fucking.

I helped Dad and the girls bring all their things inside but once that was done, I made sure to let them know to not bother us. Not until we come back down for dinner. And if not then, we will see them tomorrow morning for breakfast. But if I take care of my mate the way I need to, then I'll be the only one my family will be seeing a breakfast. 

I was running through the house needing to get him. My blood was running hot, and my dick had been hard the entire last hour I was at the mall. I had been roped into a grocery run afterward too, and I asked Carter if he was going home yet. All he said was that he had another errand to run before heading home. 

We were gone from each other only for a few hours and I knew that it would never happen again. Call me clingy, I don't care. I want to be near my Carter, always. 

I got to my room and I opened the door and I heard the water running in the shower. I locked the door behind me as I began to undress myself to join him. 

Thankfully the bathroom door was cracked open and I slid in. It wasn't too foggy which meant that he hadn't been in for too long. Once I was completely naked I walked to the shower and slid the door open. Carter was humming lightly, eyes closed, and hadn't noticed me yet. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist and he let out the loudest yelp and jumped away from me.

"Fuck, Tiger." He panted, holding his hand to his chest. A deep belly laugh came from me as I watched Carter try to calm himself down. His eyes were wild with fear but quickly faded as he watched me.

"I couldn't help myself I'm sorry." I was finally able to get out after calming myself down. I walked back to him and pulled him toward me. Once we were pressed against each other I saw Carter's eyes flare once he felt my hardness against him.

"What are you doing in here?" His voice was barely above a whisper as his eyes focused on my lips.

"I told you, I wanted you to sit on my face." Carter acted like he didn't like when I was blunt, but the way his dick twitched against me let me know he loved it.

"Well, I'm taking a shower."

"No shit, Sherlock." I pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and he leaned even further into my touch. "Are you going to make me wait till you're done? I'm already here." I pouted and leaned into his neck.

Carter tilted his head to the side to let me lick and tease his neck. He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and a sigh of contentment came from him. 

"I was thinking about you all day." Carter breathed out, which just egged me on even more. I moved my hands from his hips to his ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I mumbled 'me too' against his neck. I was too focused on the taste of him to pull away. 

After I felt that I left more than a few hickies, I kissed my way up his neck and hovered over his lips.

"Tell me what you want baby. You want me to bend over or do you want me inside you?" I'd never bottomed before, and it never crossed my mind too. But with Carter's past, it made sense he'd ask. Either way, I knew I was going to be satisfied because it was Carter I was with.

Carter tried to lean forward to connect our lips but I pulled away. He let out a frustrated sigh which made me smirk. "Come on baby, you already know how this goes." I gave his ass a slap and Carter moaned lightly.