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However, when he lifted to his shoulders and I swung down, leaving my crotch essentially in his face, I found myself suddenly ripped from Kevin’s arms and transferred to Carter’s, causing to lose my breath with an "Oomph."
"What the fuck are you doin’?" Carter demanded.
Kevin raised his hands in surrender and stepped back because he was a frickin’ adult and could control his temper. Carter on the other hand, still had his arm wrapped around my waist like a vice grip and I had to pinch his side (hard) to get him to release .
"God damn it, Cassidy," he hissed.
I stomped away from him and over to Kevin. "I’m so sorry, Kevin."
"We can work on this next week, Cass. Don’t worry about it."
"You’re not fuckin’ doin’ that again," Carter warned.
"Oh, hell yes we are," I snapped.
"You said fuck is a bad word, Mom," Maverick piped in.
"It is," I reiterated, glaring at Carter. "Uncle Carter is going on ti-out as soon as we get ho."
"Grandpa would ’tan his hide,’" Maverick mimicked.
"Well, Grandpa’s not here, so it’s ti-out for him," I said, and sat down to remove my ballet slippers. I shoved them in my bag, pulled on my sweats and hoodie and then laced up my sneakers.
I was so mad, I nearly chucked a shoe at Carter, but alas, it wouldn’t have done enough damage, so I refrained. I rose to my feet and grabbed my bag. "Let’s go."
I took the ti to hug Kevin really quickly and apologize again, before leading Carter and Maverick out to the truck.
It was tis like these that were glaring reminders that I had no support. I couldn’t just drop Maverick off at my parents’ place so that I could murder Carter and chop him into garbage bag sized pieces without my child seeing it. It sucked.
We drove ho in virtual silence. Even Maverick, who could out talk pretty much anyone, must have figured there was sothing up and stayed quiet.
Once we pulled into the parking lot of my building, I grabbed my purse and bag and waited for Maverick to unbuckle. "Say goodnight to Carter, honey."
"I’ll walk you up," Carter said.
"No, you won’t," I countered. "We can talk tomorrow... or never."
"You never want to talk to Carter?" Maverick asked, his voice concerned.
"It’s a figure of speech, honey," I improvised. "And perhaps a little hyperbole."
"What’s hyperbole?"
"Drama, little man," Carter said. "Won are all about it."
"Bite ," I snapped.
"You want Carter to bite you?" Maverick asked. "Gross."
"I’m walking you up," Carter continued.
I groaned and began to envision all the ways I could torture the man. We made it upstairs and into my apartnt. "Go shower, Maverick, then it’s ti for bed."
"Okay, Mom."
Without argunt (rare for him, but I figured he knew it would not behoove him to squabble with today), he headed to the shower.
"We gonna talk?" Carter asked.
"No." I slamd my bag onto the sofa.
"I’m thinkin’ I’m not leavin’ until we do."
"Oh, now you want to talk? What’s so special about now, huh?"
"Cass," he said with a sigh.
"What? You’ve been snappy and dickish, not to ntion, pounding your chest ever since you picked up. I get that Tom’s weird, but enough for you to shut out? Then you totally embarrassed in front of a good friend, which was not okay, Carter." I crossed my arms. "So, no, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to soak in a tub and go to bed... or maybe soak and then look up the best way to dispose of your body."
"You fuckin’ refused to kiss , Cassidy."
"You shut down long before I refused to kiss you... in front of my friend... in public, again. Why do you feel the need to ram your tongue down my throat at every inopportune mont?"
"I’m all for opportune monts as well, baby."
His lips twitched which just pissed off even more. "Oh, bite , Carter."
"I won’t apologize for not likin’ that Tom guy, Cass, but I am sorry if I was a dick." He slid his hand to my neck and squeezed gently. "He’s off, baby, and I didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you."
"He wasn’t looking at !" I snapped and threw my hands in the air. "He was just being nice."
"I’m not arguin’ with you about this."
"Oh, okay, then. Drive ho safe." I pulled away and headed to the kitchen. "Or not. Whatever."
I’m not really sure how long I stood in the kitchen... I busied myself with opening a bottle of wine and pulling out so leftover mac and cheese that Carter had made the day before... from scratch. In fact, my fridge was full of lots of delicious goodness because he’d gone shopping and filled it, but that didn’t make any less mad at him.
"Babe," Carter said from the doorway. "Can we start over?"
I shrugged, shoving the mac and cheese into the microwave. He wrapped an arm around my waist from behind and kissed the back of my neck. "I love you, Cassidy, I really am sorry if I was a dick. I will apologize to Kevin if that will make you feel better."
"You should apologize to him because what you did was wrong, Carter. Not to make feel better."
"Your pussy was in his fuckin’ face, Cass."
"Ohmigod, it was not!" I craned my head to look up at him. "There’s only one face my pussy’s ever been in, thank you very much."
Carter smiled but I could tell he was stuffing a laugh. "I will apologize to your friend."
I nodded. "Good."
"But you can’t refuse to kiss , babe."
"Excuse ?" I elbowed him in the side, not that it did any good. "I am not your chattel, Carter. If I don’t want to kiss you, I don’t have to kiss you!"
He sighed as the beep of the tir sounded and I tried to pull away, but he held firm.
"I know you’re not my chattel, Cassidy."
"Coulda fooled ," I snapped.
"I’m sorry, baby." He turned to face him and stroked my cheek. "Will you forgive ?"
"Yes. But you’re never allowed to co to a dance rehearsal again."
He kissed quickly and then released . "Even if I promise—"
"Never again," I interrupted, and pulled out my dinner.
"You gonna let stay tonight?"
I shrugged and took a bite of cheesy goodness.
"Gotta drive you to work tomorrow, babe. It’ll be easier to stay here than drive up in the morning."
I shrugged again.
He grinned and pinned to the counter. "Also, kinda want your pussy in my face again. It helps sleep."
I shivered and closed my eyes.
He slid his hands to my hips and kissed my neck. "How about instead of you taking a bath, we’ll take a shower together, then I massage all your aches and pains away, eat your pussy, and fuck you ’til you co so hard, you can’t stay awake?"
I swallowed and opened my eyes slowly. "Can I eat first?"
Carter laughed. "You eat, I’ll get Maverick down, and join you in the shower."
I nodded, and he rubbed my arms and kissed my forehead. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too... sotis," I grumbled.
"Are you guys gonna kiss?" Maverick asked from the doorway.
I giggled. "Maybe."
"Gross."
Carter grinned. "Co on, Mav, let’s get you to bed. Mom needs to eat."
They left , and I downed my food as fast as I could, grabbed the wine and a glass, and headed to my room. Before jumping in the shower, however, I said goodnight to Maverick and made sure he wasn’t concerned about my argunt with Carter. All was good in the world of Maverick, so I led Carter to the bathroom.
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