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Back Only With You
Chapters (68)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Chapter Eight
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. Chapter Nine
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Chapter Ten
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. Chapter Twelve
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. Chapter Thirteen
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. Chapter Fourteen
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. Chapter Fifteen
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. Chapter Sixteen
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. Chapter Seventeen
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. Chapter Eighteen
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. Chapter Nineteen
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. Chapter Twenty
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. Chapter Twenty-One
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. Chapter Twenty-Two
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
  47. Chapter Twenty-Three
  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. Chapter Twenty-Four
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. Chapter Twenty-Five
  52. Chapter Twenty-Five
  53. Chapter Twenty-Six
  54. Chapter Twenty-Six
  55. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  56. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  57. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  58. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  59. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  60. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  61. Chapter Thirty
  62. Chapter Thirty
  63. Chapter Thirty-One
  64. Chapter Thirty-One
  65. Chapter Thirty-Two
  66. Chapter Thirty-Two
  67. Epilogue
  68. Epilogue

Our gazes locked in the mirror. I saw her fears and wanted to erase them. She licked her lips, clearly trying to gather her wits, but I wasn’t making it easy for her. I began moving my hips lightly back and forth, and the feel of her ass against my pubic bone was maddening.

“Val,” I beckoned, continuing the slow torture.

“I promise. I promise.”

I pulled back a little, flipping her around the next second, slipping my hands under her ass, lifting her up. My cock was pressed between us, rubbing her clit. She whimpered as I carried her to the bed. I’d barely lowered her onto the mattress when I slid inside her, giving her every inch. Her thighs shook, her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

My rhythm was hard and relentless, and she was coming apart fast. When her inner muscles started to pulse, I slowed the rhythm, bringing her down from the cusp.

She cried in frustration, moving her own hips faster—until I placed one hand on her pelvis, pressing her against the mattress.

“I’ll make you come, love. I promise.”

The message was clear. I was going to do it on my own terms, and she had no choice but to surrender her pleasure to me. I was completely still inside her as I strummed my fingers over her clit, bending to take a nipple in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Carter.”

Tension started spreading from the points where we were connected, slinking through my entire body. I’d never felt an orgasm form so slowly. All my muscles tightened, and when I kissed her to cover her cry of pleasure, I gave in to my own climax.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Carter

The weeks leading up to the trial were brutal. I was on autopilot most of the time, except when it came to preparing Val’s case. The night before the trial, I only rose from my chair at three o’clock in the morning.

Val wasn’t in bed, so I went to check the living room, thinking she’d fallen asleep there. I discovered her in Peyton’s bed. My young niece was cocooned against Val, who had laid an arm protectively over her. They looked so sweet and peaceful together. The sight almost brought me to my knees. I wanted to have the privilege of this sight every single night. I’d never wanted anything more.

I took Val in my arms, and she stirred, laying her head on my shoulder.

“I fell asleep in Peyton’s bed.”

“I know. I’m taking you to ours. You smell like nutmeg.”

“Mmm... the girls and I found a cake recipe and decided to test it. What time is it?”

“Three o’clock.”