Slowly gliding my hands over his warm skin, my nose along his bristly jaw, my lips along his throat, Joker held me with one arm draped across my back, hand cupping my behind, his other hand was up in my hair, fiddling with it.

“Are you my man?” I whispered against the skin of his neck.

His hand at my bottom squeezed.

“Yep,” he replied easily.

Yes.

Ecstatically happy, but peaceful.

I slid my lips up to his ear. “Am I your woman?”

“Goes hand in hand, Butterfly.”

That settled in me, and instead of making me want to jump around and do back hand springs, it made me melt deeper into him, where I was supposed to be. “You make me happy,” I declared.

Like he wasn’t telling it to do so, his hand at my head yanked me closer to his face.

“Look at my life, Carson. Outside Travis, happy is hard. But honestly, I could be in my old apartment, paying through the nose for daycare for Travis, squirting generic ketchup on generic tater tots, but if I also had you, I’d be happy.”

“You need to shut up or you’re gonna get fucked, Carrie.”

“I…” I shook my head in confusion. “What?”

He took his hand from my hair, caught mine with it, shoved them between us and I pulled in a sharp breath when he wrapped my fingers around his hard cock.

“Keep bein’ sweet you’re gonna get fucked, not slow and gentle, hard. You’re tired, you wanna go to sleep, you gotta shut up.”

I wasn’t listening to him.

I was feeling him hard in my hand.

He was ready again.

Already!

Automatically (honestly, it felt so good, I couldn’t help myself), I stroked.

“Right, baby, you called it,” Joker growled before he moved.

Fast.

He was up, I was in his arms, then I was back to the bed.

“Gotta get my girl ready,” he muttered to himself, his fingers wrapping around my ankles and tugging them apart.

“Carson,” I breathed.

That’s all I got out.

He bent deep and his mouth was on me between my legs.

My entire body shuddered and he wasted no time getting me ready.

When I was so ready I thought it would run away with me, he pulled away, lifted me up, twisted me, planted me in the bed, and I was on my knees in the pillows, facing the headboard.

Joker was there but not with me for a few seconds before I felt his knee pushing mine further apart, and he went in from the front and back.

Finger to my clit, cock ramming deep.

My head fell back, slammed into his shoulder, and his hand wrapped around my jaw, twisting it toward him.

He took my mouth, worked me, and yes, fucked me.

I liked it like that. I couldn’t deny it. It was crazy good. Astounding.