Bad Decision: The Carter Brothers Page 16

  We head to the flat with no more interruptions but I can already sense that Max’s earlier good mood has evaporated. He seems edgy and preoccupied and I feel bad that the perfect evening has ended this way.

  As soon as we enter the large, open, space, he sighs heavily. “I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t not stop by and see Mickey. He’s just been released from prison and I owe him that courtesy at least.”

  I curl up on the sofa and say softly, “You were talking about the men who took us, weren’t you?”

  He comes and sits beside me and says gently, “Yes. Mickey has made sure their crimes won’t go unpunished in the most brutal of ways. What they did to Melissa, the girls and tried to do to you and Tracey is unforgivable. They will suffer a worse fate than the ones they inflicted on those poor girls.”

  Reaching out, I pull his face to mine and whisper, “Good.”

  He pulls back and the look in his eyes tells me everything I want to know. Standing up, I pull him after me. “Enough talking for one night. I want you to show me what it’s like to be Max Carter’s girl.”

  31

  Maxwell

  Seeing Summer standing before me is like a vision. She looks so sexy, innocent and yet wicked at the same time. She starts to remove her clothes, slowly and sexily like a private strip show for my pleasure only. I can’t look away as every item of clothing lies discarded on the floor until she stands before me in just a black lace bra and panties that rise high over her butt. The swell of her breasts unleashes the beast inside me and she says huskily, “Shall I take it all off?”

  I growl, “Every last piece.”

  She reaches behind and unhooks her bra before tossing it to the side. The sight of her perfect breasts swelled with desire almost make me shoot my load into my pants. Then she wriggles out of those panties and raises them to her lips. She takes a deep breath which turns me on so much I forget everything but what’s in front of me.

  With a slight wiggle, she moves toward me and bats those luscious eyelashes saying softly, “Where do you want me?”

  I hold her with just one look as I add my own clothes to the pile on the floor and say roughly, “On your knees.”

  Her eyes shine with excitement and I thank God for this gift because it turns out my little angel is a naughty little thing who wants to play.

  Taking my cock in one hand, I hold her head in the other and force her lips onto it and growl, “Take it hard, baby. I want to feel your teeth.”

  I close my eyes as she gives me what I want. The sound of her sucking and licking makes me harder than I thought possible. She squeezes my balls and I think I lose my mind. Pulling out, I say in a rough voice, “Get on the bed.”

  She does as I say and sits looking for instruction. Reaching her, I pull her toward me and kiss her so gently it takes her by surprise. I whisper, “I want to treat you like an angel not a whore. I want to worship every inch of you and make you love me. You are my queen and I never want you to leave.”

  She gasps as my hands find the sweet spot between her legs and I feel the slick juices coating my fingers. Pulling out, I put one in her mouth and say, “Taste how much you want me. Does that turn you on?”

  She quivers as she says breathlessly, “Yes.”

  Lowering her gently down onto the bed, I position myself between her legs and gently stroke her face. “I love you, Summer and I love that you make me want to be better. I will never stop trying to be better—for you.”

  She arches against me as I pull away and kiss every inch of her soft skin. I lick, taste and bite every nook, cranny and part of the woman who makes me a man. Then I taste the little piece of heaven between her legs and drive her to the edge of insanity. When I don’t think she can take it anymore, I reach out and sheath my cock and then slowly slide into perfection. As I fill Summer completely, she groans loudly, “That feels so good.”

  I pull out and then in again slowly and relish every thrust I make, desperate to prolong my stay inside her. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls me in deep. Then she cups my balls and squeezes gently as my dick drags along her clit. Then I lose my mind as she says sweetly, “I love that I love you and I love that without you inside me I am incomplete. Fuck me hard, Max because I want to feel your mark for days.”

  Trying to stop the shit-eating grin from taking over my face, I pump in hard and fast. She screams my name as I hammer inside, over and over again. Her nails dig into my back and she thrashes under me like a wild animal. Then her screams bring music to my ears as she explodes beneath me and only when I know she’s done, do I release what I’ve been holding back in one big, earth-shattering, mind blowing, orgasm.

  We remain in bed for the rest of the night but we don’t sleep. I’ve waited a long time for Summer to come into my life and am not prepared to waste a moment of her in my bed by sleeping.

  The dawn breaks over London and we watch the sunrise together. She sighs and says sweetly, “The beginning of forever.”

  Kissing her softly, I wrap her in my arms and pull her tightly against me. “Stay with me, Summer. I don’t mean now, I mean forever.”

  She turns to face me and her eyes shine. “Do you really mean that?”

  Reaching out, I lift her hair and let it sift through my fingers. “I want to wake up with you for the rest of my life. It may have only been a few days but I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment. It was always going to be you, I know that now. It makes sense of the loneliness, the piece that always seemed to be missing from my life and the fact I could never really connect with another woman. I was always waiting for you and I never knew it until I saw you dancing in the club.”

  Summer says nothing and yet her expression says everything. Words are not needed because her actions speak far louder. She pulls my lips to hers and kisses me so softly it feels like an Angel’s breath on my lips. Then she runs her fingers through my hair and cups my cheek as she whispers, “I’m going nowhere.”

  As the sunlight catches the edge of the sheets and the day dawns on new beginnings, I make love for the second time in my life to the woman I was always meant to find.

  32

  Summer

  Can I really feel this happy after everything that’s happened to me? Max fell asleep and for a while I just watched him, pinching myself this was real. I never expected to find so much in such a short space of time. When my family died, I did too. My heart was broken, and I had no reason to live. Now I have every reason to live and have found a new family that will live alongside the memory of the one I lost.

  After a while, I slip out of bed and pull on one of Max’s t-shirts. I need coffee and the bathroom and not in that order.

  The girl in the mirror is a stranger to me. Her hair is knotted and her eyes tired. However, the light behind them shows what a man’s love does to a girl. So, with a spring in my step, I head out in search of coffee.

  As I rifle through the cupboards, the door opens and I look up with interest as Charlie heads into the apartment.

  He looks wrecked and I laugh at the state of him.

  “Good night?”

  He looks surprised and then grins cheekily. “Not as good as yours by the looks of it.”

  Rolling my eyes, I flick the kettle on and put some coffee in a couple of mugs.

  “So, what happened? Did you meet up with Tracey?”

  Almost immediately, I regret my words as his face darkens and he shuts himself off from me.

  Shrugging, he says dully, “We met up for dinner and then I took her home.”

  “Oh, so you didn’t um… stay with her?”

  Shaking his head, he makes toward his room and says curtly, “I need a shower.”

  He reaches his door but then stops when he grabs the handle and says in a quiet voice, “Tell her I’m sorry.”

  My heart starts beating fast because from the tone of his voice something happened last night.

  “What for?”

  He shrugs. “Everything.”

  He makes
to turn away and I say softly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

  The expression on his face makes me hold my breath as he says gruffly, “I don’t talk, Summer. Never have done and probably never will. I have my reasons and just know they are good ones because Tracey needs to understand what kind of man I am. She deserves better, so I’m walking away before any damage is done.”

  He is gone before I can ask any more questions and the curiosity burns as I reach for my phone and text Tracey.

  “Hey, how did it go last night?”

  I drum my fingers on the counter as I wait and it must be a good ten minutes before she replies.

  “Can you come over?”

  “Give me an hour.”

  “Ok, thanks.”

  Quickly, I head back to Max and gently shake him awake, whispering, “Can you give me a ride to Aunt Kims?”

  He sits up bleary-eyed and looks at me with confusion. “What…?”

  I sit beside him on the bed and he frowns when I sigh, “I’m not sure what happened last night with Charlie but something did. He’s a wreck and Tracey asked me to visit.”

  Max curses as he jumps up and grabs his jeans.

  “Bloody idiot. I knew this would end badly. Don’t worry, I’ll drop you to your Aunts and then try to find out what’s bugging him.”

  Reaching out, I pull him toward me and say softly, “I’m sorry to ruin what was probably the best night of my life.”

  He kisses my lips gently and whispers, “I’ll pick you up later and bring you back here. We can carry on where we left off.”

  Then he kisses me so tenderly, it sends shivers down my spine. How does he do that? He is like a drug of the hardest kind. Nothing else matters but spending time with him. However, I owe Tracey so much and if I can’t be there for her when she needs me, what sort of person would that make me?

  Max drops me at Aunt Kim’s and I’m happy to see her. She bundles me into their kitchen and busies herself making the ever-present cup of tea. “How are you, love? Are you settling in now the shock of what happened has worn off?”

  I smile softly. “I’m happier and am finding a place to heal.”

  She smiles and I don’t miss the tears in her eyes as she sniffs, “Your mother would be so proud of you. She always was and now I can see why. You know, you did the right thing coming here. I was worried about you finding your father but I can tell you need him. Hell, he needs you because maybe you can knock some sense into him and he may even grow up one day.”

  I laugh which soon fades as Tracey heads into the room. She looks as wrecked as Charlie and groans. “Got any coffee, mum?”

  My Aunt shakes her head. “Look at the state of you. I thought you’d have a better night. I mean, you were in by ten which is unusual in itself. Why are you so tired? It isn’t drugs is it?”

  She looks at her fearfully and Tracey rolls her eyes.

  “As if. No, I suppose it all caught up with me.”

  Aunt Kim looks sympathetic. “Never mind, love. You’ve got all day to recover. Now, I’m off to Tescos so the house is all yours. Stay as long as you like, Summer, it’s roast chops for tea and you’re more than welcome to join us.”

  She smiles brightly as she grabs her purse and heads out the door.

  As soon as it clicks shut, Tracey bursts out crying.

  Placing my arm around her, I say gently, “What happened?”

  Pulling away, she sniffs, “Charlie came to pick me up, and it was like a proper date. He was funny and lovely and couldn’t have been sweeter. In fact, we had such a good night, I was even going to break my own rule.”

  As I hand her a tissue, she smiles gratefully and says, “I thought something good was about to happen. He was so lovely, Summer. We had a good laugh, and it was like he was a regular guy. We even kissed by the river in the moonlight and I made up my mind to give in if he asked me. Then, it’s like a switch went off inside him and he drew back. I don’t even know why but he turned really cold and acted as if we were colleagues or something. He thanked me for a lovely night and then shared a cab back here with me. He even walked me to my door and then kissed me on the cheek goodnight. ON THE FUCKING CHEEK!”

  “That’s weird, why did he change all of a sudden?”

  Tracey shrugs. “I don’t know. It was all a bit odd and then later on that night I was trawling through Snapchat and someone put on their story they were at the Honey Club. It was that tart Becca from Benson Rise. I don’t why I follow her really but this time I’m glad I do.”

  She holds out her phone and I watch in disbelief. She has filmed Charlie at the Honey Club with a girl who appears to be almost lap dancing on him. From the look on his face, he seems to be enjoying it and then the story cuts to a shot of them leaving through the side door, hand in hand.

  Tracey looks at me in disgust, “Pretty clear wouldn’t you say? That man is a man-whore and hasn’t got a decent bone in his body. He took me out, dumped me and then shagged some tart at his club. Well, I’m done with him, Summer. I don’t want to waste another moment of my life on a creep like him. One minute he’s hot—ok, damned hot and then he’s so cold it freezes my tits off. Well, not anymore. I’m not letting him play with my feelings. You can tell him to stay away from me because I’m not interested.”

  She starts crying again and I look at her helplessly. His words come back to me, “Tell her I’m sorry” and my heart sinks. Way to go, Charlie, thanks a bunch.

  I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to cheer her up until Max arrives to collect me.

  After promising to head out with Tracey tomorrow night to numb the pain, we head back to the apartment.

  On the way, I ask if he spoke to Charlie, and he sighs heavily.

  “Listen, babe, Charlie will never change. He’s always been a selfish bastard, and this is just normal for him. He’s not one to settle for one girl when there are so many available. Maybe it will change one day but now isn’t that day.”

  I still feel confused. “But I thought he liked Tracey.”

  Max shakes his head and says softly, “I think he does and that’s the problem.”

  “Why?”

  He laughs. “He doesn’t know how to handle his feelings and is pushing her away. This is typical of him. Listen, I’ve grown up with him and even I don’t understand how his mind works. Maybe it’s for the best, I mean, it definitely is for Tracey.”

  He pulls up in the parking space by the club and grins.

  “Anyway, didn’t we have plans this evening?”

  As I take his hand, I push the thoughts of Charlie and Tracey away. Now it’s all about me and Max and our future together. Whatever that may bring?

  The End

  Coming soon

  Charlie

  When I close my eyes all I can see is Mickey Fellows ugly face taunting me. My blood ran cold when I heard he was released from prison. I wish someone had topped him in there because it’s in no one’s best interests he’s back.

  When I left Tracey last night, it tore my heart out. Girls like her don’t belong with men like me. Decent, funny, law-abiding, young ladies. Not the tarts, slags and whores we usually dip our cocks into to forget the shit that makes up our lives.

  I try not to think about her but lately, she’s all I can see when I close my eyes. Pretty, funny and so damn sexy my cock twitches with an urgent need. Tracey Hill. How did she blast her way into my heart without me even realizing it? It happened so gradually it shocked me to find her there. When she was taken, it hit me. Tracey was in danger because of me. Because of who we are and what we are. I can’t drag her into this world we inhabit. It’s not fair—on her. There will always be a next time and she wouldn’t be safe.

  So, I turned away before I got too close. The trouble is, I think I left it too late because I think I’ve just made the worst decision of my life.

  When I left her, I felt like shit. The bad boy who uses and abuses and drops them cold. The cold-blooded killer with no heart. That’s the Charlie Carter I
need to hold on to because now Mickey Fellows is back there’s trouble sure to follow.

  I can’t love, it wouldn’t be fair. So, I found the first hole to sink into and pictured Tracey’s face while I tried to fuck it from my mind. The trouble is, it’s still there and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away.

  Yes, I can feel trouble in the air, I have a nose for it and the stench of evil and desperation is all around us. This time, we may not be so lucky. This time it will end badly and this time the family will be torn apart.

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