Time to Bounce (Carter Brothers #6)

Chapter 3

All I’m saying is don’t give me a severe thunderstorm warning without delivering.

— Athena’s secret thoughts

ATHENA

My heart was pounding inside my chest.

Had it been anyone else, I would’ve run out of there, my purse gun at my side ready to take out whomever followed me.

But this was Gable .

I wouldn’t blow his cover.

And I wanted him exactly where he was, taking these fuckers out and making it impossible for them to keep abducting women and children.

No , I would do this, even if it was territory I’d never ventured to before.

“ Close your eyes, honey,” Gable urged, misinterpreting my glancing around for nervousness rather than anger.

There were quite a few members of the club watching.

I could see the men Gable had been sitting with—yes, I’d clocked the group, but not who sat amongst the men at the table—when I’d come out onto the dance floor.

Both the men sitting at that table were staring at me with gleaming eyes.

The man who’d asked me—and threatened me later—was on a bar stool with a few other men from the club.

There were other people in the bar who were paying attention, but not nearly as many blatantly watching like the club members themselves.

It was like they knew a good show was about to be on display.

“ Eyes . On . Me .”

I turned my gaze to him and said, “ What ?”

“ Keep your eyes on mine,” he said, backing me up until my backside hit a bar stool in the corner.

The corner was in the back of the bar, but that didn’t mean the back of the bar had a hidden alcove or anything.

No , you could see even better than in the front of the bar because there was a stage and stage lights. Even though the stage wasn’t currently in use, the lights were still on.

Displaying the stage, and about five feet on either side of the stage.

Where he backed me up against the wall, they’d be able to see everything.

My heart started pounding harder as the realization of what I was about to do hit me.

“ Last chance,” he rumbled. “ I’ll get you out of here if you’re unsure.”

I reached up and threaded my fingers into his overly long hair.

I’d never seen him look so unkempt before.

He always looked so much like a cop to me.

Close -cropped hair.

Mustache .

And absolutely never a beard.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen him with a five o’clock shadow.

I liked the new look.

Even though I could tell he hated it.

“ Gable ,” I whispered, pulling him closer and shifting my hips against him. “ I can think of worse ways to spend my night.”

I’d wanted him since I’d seen him the first time.

The only thing that’d kept me away from him was the way he looked so standoffish anytime I went close to him. Had he given me one sign that he was interested, I might’ve pursued something with him.

I mean, he was hot.

He was also a good man.

“ Fuck ,” he loosed a breath that blew across my collar bone.

It made my nipples pebble.

I shivered as his hands once again went to the short dress I was wearing, and this time went up higher.

His fingers hit my boy short underwear and paused.

“ I was expecting a thong,” he growled as he traced the lines of my panties from my hip to my inner ass cheek.

His fingers paused there, cupping my entire cheek, and I groaned.

His eyes flashed to mine, and the intensity in them sent my knees quaking.

I mean, logically, I knew he wanted me.

I could feel that want pressed against my right hip.

But I wasn’t sure it took much to want someone—at least sexually.

But did Gable want me? Did he want more from me than just this?

I hoped so.

I’d wanted more since I’d first seen him.

I was such a masochist.

“ Are you wet for me, Athena ?” he whispered against my ear.

I trembled at the sound of his voice in my ear.

It sounded so… needy.

I did not associate Gable Carter with needy.

But in that moment…

“ Why don’t you see?” I teased.

I was being brazen.

I was not a brazen type of woman.

How could I be with such little experience?

I’d had one, and only one, sexual experience in my entire life.

It’d been in the back of a car. I’d made it all the way to third base with my teenage boyfriend, Kasen , when my brother found us.

He’d knocked on the window, and he’d refused to leave until I’d gotten in his car.

I was thoroughly embarrassed, and even worse, Kasen wanted nothing to do with me after that.

With Dad and Gavrel being so protective, it was hard.

Even after my father died from being shot during a mugging gone bad.

The newspapers and media had acted like Dad’s mugging wasn’t political, but we were informed privately that it was, and the man responsible for his death had disagreed with his policies and had sought him out. The man had taken out Dad with one well-placed shot, and Dad’s bodyguards had in return taken him out.

It was only after Dad’s death that they looked into the guy and found him to be a complete fanatic who felt the world would be a better place without a single politician in it.

Dad’s death was the end of the political life for our family.

But just because he was gone, didn’t mean he was forgotten.

I would probably always be in the public eye.

That was why I tried to always be presentable.

If I wasn’t presentable, and my mother caught a photo of me looking scrubby, she’d lose her shit.

Anyway , that one sexual encounter with Kasen was nothing compared to now.

I was wet as soon as I’d felt Gable’s cock pressed up against my hip.

He took up my challenge, his fingers trailing from my ass to the seam of my sex.

His fingers were so long he could press the entire seam of my sex, back to front.

I knew he could tell I was wet.

There was no way that I wasn’t soaking my panties.

And it was all because it was him.

Was I slightly freaking out because of where we were doing this? Yes .

But also, it was somewhat exciting.

I mean, this was Gable Carter .

Holy hell, who wouldn’t be extremely turned on?

If I focused only on him, I could forget that there were upwards of twenty people watching me.

Holy fuck, there were people watching us!

“ Focus on me,” he ordered quietly.

I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the people.

In fact, I managed to somewhat forget when his fingers snuck under the edge of my panties and started to run along my entrance.

“ How do you want it?” he asked. “ I can turn you around, fuck you against the wall.”

I shivered at his words.

“ Or I can pick you up, wrap your legs around my hips, and fuck you face to face,” he continued.

“ I could also put you on the edge of this stage, lay you flat on your back, kneel down and fuck you while I’m on my knees,” he whispered.

All of it.

I wanted all of it.

“ Could bend you over the stage, too, but then you’d see the left side of the room,” he rasped.

Okay , yeah, I didn’t want to open my eyes and see the two very scary looking men staring at me.

“ A -against the wall,” I stuttered. “ Or over the bar stool.”

“ Mmmm ,” he said. “ You’re really wet, Athena .”

I was.

I really, really was.

“ It’s you,” I whispered. “ And , just sayin’, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have sex in public.”

I didn’t know why I was being so honest with him.

He didn’t know how much I wanted him… did he?

And if I was telling secrets, I maybe should tell the most important one of all…

“ You’re tight,” he said, his thick finger breaching my entrance.

I clenched on his finger, my body jolting in his arms.

My eyes once again went roaming, and I wish I hadn’t.

There was a man standing across the room, he had his cock in his hand, and he was watching us.

He was pumping slowly, and his cock was so hard.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think about what was in the room around me.

Was anyone else jacking off to us?

Was I …

“ Come back,” he urged, his mouth going to mine.

I moaned when he kissed me.

His mouth was hard and unyielding.

Like he wanted me to kiss him back and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He pulled back, his breath just as ragged as mine, and said, “ Step out of your panties.”

When had his finger pulled free of my pussy?

My panties hit the floor of the bar, and I decided that I wouldn’t be picking them back up.

One foot at a time, I stepped out of my underwear.

The moment the air hit my bare pussy, he spun me around to face the wall.

Before I could let out a squeak of surprise, he bent me over the bar stool in the very corner and rubbed his hard cock, still covered in his worn blue jeans, over my wet pussy.

There was no way that he didn’t just coat the front of his pants in my wetness.

“ Okay ?” he asked, bending over me, his belly pressed the full length of my back.

“ Okay ,” I clenched my fingers on the wooden stool.

I was okay.

But I was also nervous.

I probably should’ve told him before we got this far but…

I didn’t hear his zipper push down. I didn’t hear his belt buckle clink.

But I did feel the way his knuckles bumped against my pussy with his movements.

There was laughter, and I looked over my shoulder, but could only see Gable’s thick body.

Gable was tall, well built, and looked like he could take on anyone.

I wanted to lick my way over the bulge of his biceps.

My gaze caught the barest glimpse of his cock as he reached for something behind him.

A foil packet was produced, and he brought it up to his mouth.

“ No glove!”

Gable froze, foil packet at his lips.

“ No condom?” I breathed, my stomach clenching. “ I’m not on birth control, Gable .”

His eyes moved down to meet mine. “ Their stupid fucking rules.”

I licked my lips.

I probably wasn’t fertile.

Plus , getting pregnant was a million-in-one odds.

At least, that was the lie I told myself as I said, “ It’s okay. I’m clean.”

I mean, for my first time, the idea of having it unprotected, just as nature intended, seemed like the best possible scenario.

I’d get the full picture.

I’d know exactly what it was like.

He reached down for his cock—which I couldn’t see due to the angle I was at—and notched the head of it at my entrance.

I moaned, excited and terrified at the same time.

Fuck .

Fuck , fuck, fuck.

I tried not to curse when I could help it.

I mean, Gable Carter had his cock at the entrance to my virgin…

He pushed inside, in one swift push, causing me to cry out.

There was a moment of realization for him, and then he cursed, leaning down.

“ Please , please tell me you’re not a virgin,” he begged.

“ N -not anymore,” I continued my stutter fest.

He cursed, pushed fully inside of me, then bit down on the back of my neck.

My entire body jerked.