Blindsided: An Age Gap Romance

Chapter 4

Carter

"You're staring." Robin smirks up at me.

Fuck yes, I'm staring, but I shouldn't be. I shouldn't be looking at her knockout body bent over the table or her pert, peach-shaped ass up in the air, and her killer rack peeking out from beneath her dress.

I shouldn't be looking, but fuck, I can't help myself.

"Robin," I warn, my voice is low and guttural as my eyes roam over her stunning figure. My cock pulses painfully in my jeans as I imagine laying her over the green felt and fucking her senseless.

God, I bet she'd feel like heaven wrapped around me.

She peers up at me through thick lashes, like the sexy little temptress that she is. "You can look, Carter. I won't tell anyone."

Groaning, I quickly adjust my dick as it strains against the zipper of my jeans. Seeing her pot shot after shot is impressive as hell, and shit, don't even get me started on her mouth.

"I believe that's how you win a game," she sasses, putting her cue on the table and leaning against it. "And I believe you owe me dinner."

Smirking, I lay mine beside hers and shove my hands in my pockets. I'm fucking itching to eliminate the space between us and cage her body between myself and the pool table, but I hold back. "That was some game you played there."

A roguish smile pulls at her lips. "Leaned from the best."

I swallow hard, fighting the desire building inside of me. "So, do you, uhhh, want another game? Give me a chance to win my balls back." I laugh nervously.

I'm a train wreck around this woman and I hate it.

She glances down at the bulge in my jeans and licks her lips. "No, I don't."

Yeah, I'm hard. You try being around this girl and not getting and erection.

Groaning, I take a step back. "Robbie, don't look at me like that."

Her dainty little fingers grip my leather, bringing me closer. I should fight it. Fight her. But I'm losing the will to live. Her lips brush my jaw as she murmurs, "like what? How am I looking at you?"

The second her lips touch my skin, I see fucking stars.

Jesus Christ.

Unable to stop myself, I lower my mouth to her neck and my hands moving to her hips. Christ, she smells so damn good. Summer and cherries. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not? We're not doing anything wrong."

Tracing my thumb over her lip, I press my hips into hers showing her how much I want her. "Because Linc's the closest thing I've got to a family. I can't screw him over by fucking his daughter."

"No one has to know, Carter."

Closing my eyes, I'm breathing hard, my brows etched in pain. "I'd know."

Something flashes in her eyes and she pulls back, giving me space I'm not sure I want. "I'm not going to beg you to want me. Either you do or you don't."

Robin's just about to move around me, when I block her path and grab her by her elbow. "If you think I don't want you then you're out of your goddamn mind."

"Then what do you want?"

Fuck this.

Hoisting her up until her ass is in my palms, I carry her from the pool table to the nearest wall, away from the nosey fuckers lining the bar. She's mine. "God fucking help me, but I want you."

"Then prove it."

Fuck yes. Those words are my fucking green light. I can't stop myself and I don't goddamn want to. The second our mouths fuse together, a fire rages through me so fucking fierce, it damn near knocks me on my ass. Crushing my lips to hers, I curl my fingers around her nape.

Shoving her hands into the back pockets of my jeans, she grabs my ass firmly and yanks me forward. Fuck. Darting her tongue out, the tip licks across the seam of my lips, making my balls tighten with need.

Her lips against mine are everything. Like a fucking bolt of electricity to my bloodstream. Everything about the way she feels against me, her soft little mouth moving in tandem with mine, it's like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart. Every nerve in my body roars to life around this girl.

One kiss from her, and I'm in another fucking universe. I'm struggling to catch what's left of my breath. All because of a motherfucking kiss—her motherfucking kiss. Jesus. H. Christ.

Pushing her back against the wall, I shamelessly roll my hips into her as she juts her chest out, her jaw-dropping tits brush against my chest. "What do you see in me?"

Blood rushes to my cock as she takes my hand and places it over her tit. Hell yeah. "Touch me," she pleads.

If I wasn't already, I'm fucking gone for her now. There's nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and takes it.

My eyes clench shut as I force myself not to spread her legs and impale her hot little pussy on my dick right here against the wall.

"I want to feel your hands all over me," she breathes hard against my lips.

Groaning into her mouth, I flick my thumb across her clothed nipple, giving it a light pinch as I rock into her warmth. "That what you want, Robbie?"

"Oh god." Her head drops into the crook of my neck, muffling her cry of pleasure as she uses me to get herself off.

Yeah, no.

Making her scream is my fucking job and like hell is she going to deny me. Using my free hand, I yank the flimsy strap of her dress from her shoulder and fuck me... no motherfucking bra. My kinda girl. Dipping my head, I take her tit into my mouth, swirling my tongue over her hardened nipple.

I look up and watch as her lids flutter to a close. She sinks her teeth into her lip to stifle her cries. "Carter," she breathes, lowering her hand between us and stroking me through my jeans. "God, I've wanted this for so long."

Her words are the harsh slap of reality I needed. I want her. God, do I want her. But there's too many obstacles in the way. Her dad. Our age difference. She's still a fucking kid for Christ sake. I'm thirty-three years old. What the hell right do I have to this beautiful twenty-one year old who's just starting out?

The second I pull myself away from her, I want to kick myself in the balls. Lips swollen and puffy from my kiss. Skin glowing and flushed. Her dress down by her waist. She's a fucking vision to behold. But she's not my vision. No matter how much I want her to be.

Panting, Robbie asks, "why'd you stop?"

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. "We can't do this, Robin. I can't do this."

Rage fills her eyes as embarrassment reddens her cheeks. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I feel like an asshole for doing this to her again, but in time she'll realize she can do better than a moody fucker with a shitload of baggage. "It's for the best."

Pursing her lips together in anger, she nods and pushes me away. "I've spent three years wanting you, waiting for you. Now I realize what a mistake that was." Straightening her dress, she smooths down her hair and wipes her lips. "I'm done waiting for you, Carter Knox.