Yolo (Carter Brothers #7)

Chapter 23

Some people just drain the fucking nice right out of you.

— Text from Bindi to her mom

BINDI

I was wide awake by six since I’d gone to bed so early the night before.

I rolled over in the bed and felt the heat of Garrett’s body against mine.

He didn’t stir.

My hand went to his abs, just resting there for a long second before I started to make slow circles.

Still he didn’t wake.

My hand moved lower, which was when I realized that he didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, nor did he have anything covering his body.

I felt around on my own and realized that I had every ounce of comforter wrapped around me.

Pushing it back, I moved very carefully so as to not wake the sleeping person next to me.

I moved my body to come between Garrett’s splayed thighs—he slept like a freakin’ starfish—and smoothed my hands up the length of his muscular thighs.

This man had muscle on top of muscle.

Sometimes I wondered if he had an ounce of fat on him.

I should’ve asked him what he’d eaten last night for dinner. Probably not a single roll ever graced his lips.

The poor man.

My left hand moved up to smooth over his cock, and I grinned when I found it hard.

“ You awake, Gee ?” I asked teasingly.

“ Getting more up by the second,” Garrett’s voice rasped, still sleepy and sexy sounding.

“ Good ,” I said and leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth and sucking lightly.

He growled, his legs widening in response. “ Fuck , baby.”

“ Not yet,” I said against his cock head. “ But soon.”

His hands went to my hair as he tried in vain to contain it.

There was no containing it, though.

I’d gone to bed last night without containing it in some way, and it was a riot of curls all around my face, his thighs, and his cock.

I sucked deeper, pulling as much of him as I could into my mouth before backing off.

I did this over and over until I was taking more than three-quarters of his cock.

The last quarter was never going to happen, though. He was just too damn big.

I did, however, wrap my hand around the base, and allow my saliva to run down his cock, to help coat the fist that held him at the base.

“ Sweet baby Jesus ,” he rasped. “ You’re going to kill me.”

“ No .” I popped off of him, panting lightly. “ Never , Gee .”

His hands went to my hair, then he launched himself forward and pulled me up the length of his body.

My sensitive nipples dragged along his chest, the hair there tickling them in the most delicious way.

My hands went to his neck, and I searched for his mouth to offer a kiss.

Understanding what I wanted, he caught my chin with his hand and turned my face toward him. His lips crashed down onto mine moments later, both of us sinking deep into the kiss.

After a few long seconds of kissing the breath out of me, he pushed my hips backward to make room for his cock, then notched the head at my entrance.

We’d forgone birth control a while ago.

At this point, pregnancy was just inevitable.

Though neither one of us really spoke about it, we knew what the outcome would be. And we knew that we’d both cherish a child that came of our actions.

In one swift stroke of his cock, he sank inside of me, filling me up so completely that it was hard to breathe for a few seconds.

“ You okay?” he asked, ever the protector.

“ Never .” I kissed him on the mouth. “ Better .”

He held my hips in his hands and started to pump up into me in long, swift strokes.

The angle of his cock, paired with the way my breasts were scratching against his chest hair, had me panting.

“ Gee ,” I whispered. “ Please .”

He rolled us, his big body over the top of my own, and started to fuck me in earnest.

It was exactly what I needed.

Within a few swift strokes, I was ready to tip over the edge.

Realizing this, he stayed steady, giving it to me exactly how he had been to ensure that I fell over first.

And I did.

Right into the deepness, with only Garrett’s voice guiding me along.

“ There it is, baby,” Garrett said. “ Right there. You squeeze my cock so good.”

I was a panting mess by the time that I came down from my orgasm.

And I’d somehow swallowed my hair.

Garrett pushed my hair back from my face, then caught my mouth with his as he fucked me slow and steady until his orgasm overtook him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight, as he started to pulse inside of me.

Only after he was finished and turned to his side with my body plastered against him did I say, “ I don’t want to go to work. I want to stay with you, in this bed, all day long.”

He ran his fingertip along the apple of my cheek before stating, “ I can’t buy you that ring if I stay in bed all day.”

I was up and hurrying him out of bed a few seconds later.

His laughter was contagious, and I fell into a fit of giggles as I got ready for the day.

“ That shirt is red, and those pants are blue,” he said. “ What shoes do you want?”

“ The red ones,” I urged, referring to my red Nike Dunks .

I knew that they were a teen fad right now, but they were so freakin’ comfortable that I’d had to have a pair.

“ Got ’em,” he said as he placed them on the floor next to my toes. “ Do you need help getting those leggings on?”

The lecherous way he’d asked it had me laughing. “ No . But would you mind going to turn the coffee on and letting the dogs out? I wasn’t going to be late, but now I’m questioning if I have that much time.”

He chuckled as he left the room.

I finished getting ready and was unsurprised to hear the voices as I finally made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

I felt along the wall as I moved, familiar, yet still unfamiliar at the same time, with the layout of Garrett’s house.

“ Honey ,” Mom said. “ I’m going to take you to work today since you’re on my way. Daddy and Garrett are going to put all the new tech they bought for you up. I’m picking you up today, too, unless you need to stay later.”

“ Okaayyy …” I drawled. “ What more do they need to put up? I thought all the voice activated things came in the mail last week and were already installed?”

“ They were, but I ordered more.” Garrett sounded sheepish. “ After telling your ex-landlord that you were leaving, he gave me a few more tips on what I can do to make the house more blind-friendly.”

I felt my heart start to swell.

“ Garrett …” I whispered, emotion clear in my voice.

I felt his hands cup my face, then he was there, hugging me tight.

“ I don’t want you to ever feel like this home isn’t everything you need,” he whispered back. “ I want you to be safe. I want you to be comfortable. And I want you to live here, happy, with me, for the rest of our lives.”

I sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay.

But it was futile.

The man just knew exactly how to be everything that I ever needed.

“ I love you, Garrett .”

Then , surprising the hell out of me, he twirled us around and said “ I love you” in all seven languages that I knew.

It literally melted my heart.

“ Hey , hey,” Dad said. “ None of that now. We don’t need her becoming even more of a fall hazard because she’s dizzy.”

Garrett laughed and set me on my feet. He didn’t let me go until I was steady.

And even when he did, he never strayed far.

God , my man was the best.

My man was the worst.

“ I’m fine, Garrett !” I growled.

“ You’re not fine,” he grumbled. “ You were punched in the face today!”

I threw up my hands. “ It was a kid!”

“ The kid was fourteen!” he countered. “ He was a fuckin’ man!”

He had a point.

The kid that’d punched me was fourteen, and from the feel of it, was strong enough to punch the hell out of me.

“ He’s arrested,” I pointed out.

“ Yeah , but he still got a punch in before he was!” he argued.

I’d accidentally stepped into the path of a gang banger trying to make a run for it.

I’d been invited out to lunch by a couple of coworkers, and we’d had a lovely time. On the way back to my office, I’d entered into the side building at the same time that a suspect was let out of the cruiser.

During his time in the back seat of that cruiser, he’d gotten one of his hands loose from the cuffs the officer had put on him—the kid was double-jointed and had practically folded his thumb in on itself to get free—and had taken off the moment that the door was open.

I’d been walking into the direct path of him.

He thought I was playing chicken.

I’d had no idea he was there.

And when he was close enough, and because I’d inadvertently blocked the kid from running away like he’d planned, he’d hit me.

Of course, Garrett had been there to see the entire thing.

His shift had started a good six hours after mine. He’d just come from the local high school where he’d done a locker test on the entirety of Dallas Independent School District .

He’d had front-row seats to the kid not only running toward me, but the punch that I’d received to the face.

He’d been horrified.

Rightfully so.

But that was a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

I mean, what were the odds that the kid would get loose? Also , that all the ladies that I’d gone out to eat with would be stopped at a bake sale across the street?

I’d gone ahead because I’d received a call that needed attention.

Which led me to now, me sitting in Germaine’s office, with an ice pack on my face, and Garrett yelling at me.

“ If you yell at me one more time for something I can’t control, I’m going to kick you in the shin!” I snarled.

There was a long moment of silence, and then I heard a few of his brothers snickering.

“ Welcome to the club, brother,” Auden teased.

I glared at where I thought he was standing. “ What are you even doing here?”

Auden paused. “ I was going to bring my mother to lunch, but then you got clobbered.”

“ Whatever ,” I grumbled.

“ Hey , Boss ?” I heard from someone I didn’t recognize.

“ Yeah ?” Germaine asked.

“ There’s a man here looking for Bindi .”

My brows rose.

“ Who ?” Garrett barked.

“ Wouldn’t say,” the female admitted.

“ Send him back to my office,” Germaine suggested.

The woman left so fast I could hear her feet hurriedly tapping for a long moment before the sound dispersed.

“ Who could it be?” I asked.

“ Hold on,” Germaine said. “ Pulling up the cameras.”

“ Isn’t that the guy that served Beatrice papers for her divorce a couple weeks ago?” Mom asked.

“ Yes ,” Germaine replied.

“ Rut -roh,” I said. “ Wonder if someone is suing me?”

That was, in fact, exactly what happened.

Five minutes later, after learning that it was me, he held out papers to me.

“ Take them,” the man said. “ You’ve been served.”

I sighed. “ I can’t see them to take them, sir.”

There was a long pause as he realized that he’d just held out papers to a blind woman and ordered her to take them, and then he moved closer. “ Sorry .”

I still didn’t take them.

“ Just put them on the table,” Garrett suggested.

The guy did and clip-clopped out of the office in what sounded like fancy dress shoes.

“ What do they say?” I asked after a few minutes.

It was Garrett who answered, saying, “ Your ex is suing you for harassment, emotional damage, and a litany of other things.”

“ Emotional damage?” I laughed. “ What ?”

“ It’s what it says,” Garrett sounded enraged.

“ Let me see,” Germaine said.

The sound of papers shuffling could be heard, and then Garrett sat down beside me and picked up the ice pack that was covering the left side of my face.

“ I have a great lawyer,” Dad said. “ I’ll send these over to him.”

“ Thanks ,” I sighed. “ I appreciate it.”

“ In the meantime,” Germaine said, “ I still need a woman spoken to. She’s distraught, and I have no idea what’s going on with her.”

Garrett began to argue, but I patted his chest. “ Garrett , you’re going to have to let me do my job.”

He grumbled something under his breath, and I caught his shirt and pulled.

He got the drift and pressed his mouth to mine. “ I’ll walk you back to your office so you can get Rooster . I gave him a bone and locked him in there.”

“ Thank you.” I patted his chest, feeling the Kevlar vest underneath his shirt. “ Is that heavy?”

“ Yeah ,” he said.

“ Does it get hot?” I asked.

“ Like the dickens,” he answered.

I grinned. “ I’ll bet you’re sexy as hell in it.”

Someone made gagging sounds, and I snickered. “ Take me to my office, darling.”

“ Anything you want, sweet cheeks,” he teased right back.

“ Gag !” Auden called.

“ Fuck you,” I said to him in Latin .

Auden snickered. “ I know that wasn’t a nice parting phrase.”

“ No ,” I agreed. “ It wasn’t.”