For the third night in a row, he felt her leave the bed. As soon as she had stepped foot onto the stairwell, he sat up, hands clamping the sheets in his fists as he waited to see if she was going to run this time. A woman had never made him feel as nervous and, in that moment, as sick as she did. So focused on his thoughts, he almost missed the small gasp she let out when the door opened.

Without a sound, he rushed up the stairs to see Sloane standing in the doorway, just watching the rain fall outside. Like a ballerina in performance, a cautious step took her forward, followed by a sharp gasp expelling from her throat as water drops pelted against her body.

And then a different sound brought a soft smile to his face - her laughter.

Already soaked, her hair hung like a long curtain. Wet clothes clung to her body, accentuating her shape. Visions of her perky breasts encased in her thin, clingy shirt sent a thrill through his body. 

Arms raised, palms up, she found pleasure in the sound and feel of the rain. Despite the heat of the night, chills ran up her spine. She wanted to stand there until she couldn’t anymore. The soft pitter patter on the leaves and forest floor was calming and peaceful. Muscles relaxing, she lowered her arms to her side and took in a deep breath.

“You’re quite a sight.”

The words dripping with his Southern accent startled her. She spun around to face him, scared. Is he going to tell me it’s time for him to hunt me? Will he give me a head start? I’m so stupid for doing this!

“Uh…” Her breath caught as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

“Are you enjoying the rain?” He sauntered toward her, a gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah…yes.” The rhythm her heart was beating made it hard to think.

His clothes clung to each dip and rise of his body, adding to her struggle to gain a clear mind. 

“You didn’t leave.”

Relief washed over her as she realized that he wasn’t going to hurt her at all. The gleam she’d seen had only been worry and was starting to dissolve the closer he got to her.

“No.” She shook her head, confident that she could ease his feelings. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Standing with inches between them, he looked down to her, something different in his eyes now.

Sloane slid her hands along his arms, up to his shoulders. Their bodies were touching as she twirled her fingers through his soaked hair.

“You had three chances to run and you didn’t.” In awe of the woman before him, he began to explain his fear. “I worried that you were going to. I admit, I’ve been thinking that you haven’t been honest with me. And the thought of having to hunt you was making me sick.”

She gave him a questioning look and her fingers lay still.

“But you’ve proved to me that you really are mine.” His arms encircled her waist, crushing her against himself. “Anyone else would have ran. Probably the first night.”

Her lips parted as she exhaled just before his lips brushed against hers and then slid up to her ear. “My Sloane.”

His lips found hers again, this time with a little more force. The intense kiss left her winded and lightheaded. The arousal poking her in the stomach, excited her further.

“Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” His words were full of sentiment while his voice was gravelly and lustful.

She followed him back into the house, closing the door behind her. He took her to the bathroom, peeling the wet clothes from his body and then hers. Goosebumps erupted over her arms and legs as she waited to enter the steamy shower.

Carter offered his hand to help steady her, then pulled her into his embrace once she stood in the tub. The hot water sent an intense sensation through her as she began to warm.

His manhood twitched between them before he pushed her back a little. He wore a devilish smirk as he leaned against the shower wall. “I wanna see you touch yourself.”

All she felt was shock. Never, in her entire life, had she thought she would ever hear a man ask her to do such a thing. “You…you want me to masturbate?”

His chuckle made her feel foolish. “Yeah. I want you to pleasure yourself for me.”

“I can’t.” She shook her head, ready to jump out of the shower and flee to the cellar. Her eyes lowered to focus on his feet.

“Sure you can.” There was a pregnant silence between them as he waited for an explanation. When she continued to gulp and stare at him in disbelief, he prompted her. “You mean, you’ve never done it?”

“I have. I just…I can’t do something like that in front of you.” Even with the hot water, her blush was evident. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Why is it embarrassing?”

“You don’t do something like that in front of other people.” She continued to look down, her eyes darting from side to side.

“You don’t think couples touch themselves in front of one another? Don’t you think that sometimes that’s part of foreplay?”

Her blush deepened at the thought. “I…I have no clue.”

“And what’s so different about it from us touching each other?”

“That’s you touching me and me touching you. I’m not doing anything to myself.” Her eyes were wide as she looked up, trying to explain her point.

“But if I weren’t in the room with you and you were feeling…in the mood, what would you do?” The challenge made her frown.

“Find you so we can have sex.”

His laugh lasted longer than she would have expected, but she waited for his rebuttal. “What if I’m not here?”

“Then I guess I’d masturbate.”

“Okay. So, do it.”

“I can’t.” 

“Of course you can. You’re gonna pretend like I ain’t here. Imagine the things you want me to do to you.” The huskiness in his voice sent a surge of blood to her apex. “You just said that if I weren’t here, that is what you’d do. Now show me.”

For a moment, she was sure he would think she looked stupid, but even just talking about it had caused the need had become too much and she knew he wasn’t going to give her any satisfaction if she didn’t do what he wanted. Closing her eyes and spreading her legs, she slid a hand down to her womanhood, her index and middle fingers forming a V and she began to rub. 

With her other hand, she rubbed her breast, pinching her nipple enough to make it harden. It strengthened her arousal, made her want more. Just as she’d changed techniques on Carter, she did so on herself, putting her fingers together and making circles on her bud. With flexed hips, the sensation intensified and spread out from her core. The soft moans she made became louder. 

Carter’s stormy look went unnoticed as he watched her pleasure herself. His own wants and needs were becoming too much and he tried hard not to give in. But the way she moved her hands on her body, the way she moaned at each hip thrust was making it almost impossible. Lifting a hand to his member, he started with soft, slow strokes never taking his eyes off of her.

Sloane’s breathing was becoming quick and short, she was moving faster. Before she could reach her release, he had her pushed against the wall, pushing himself into her in one swift movement.

“Oh!” Her groan was all he needed to pump faster and harder.

They panted and grunted, Carter lifting her higher so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He buried his face in her bosom, giving her a soft bite.

She cried out as her body stiffened followed by his long moan.

Neither of them noticed the water had cooled as they took in deep breaths, eyes searching the others for confirmation that they’d both enjoyed it.

“We gotta make sure we don’t get used to going at it without a condom.” His remark seemed more like a thought spoken out loud.

“Yes.” She agreed and turned to shut the water off.

Taking advantage of her backside being right before him, he ran his hands along her until she stood back up. He held her against his body for a minute before they got out of the tub. 

After they dried off, Carter ran away to grab her underwear. Once she put on the piece of clothing with a pad lining the inside, she started to lead the way to the cellar before he grabbed her wrist.

“You’re staying up here and we’re sleeping in my bed.” 

Excitement lit up her eyes and her mouth opened wide before morphing to a smile. “For real?”

“Yeah.” With her hand in his, he took her to his bedroom and flopped onto the bed. “This is our house.”

Her heart swelled at his words and her voice caught. “Thank you.”

It was in that moment that Sloane had forgotten about her plan to gain his trust and make her escape. It was their house now.

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