“Are you okay?” I place a hand on either side of her face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little spooked, that’s all.”
“Let’s get you out of here.”
Thankfully, T is already out front. We hop in the car quickly and I tell him to take us back to my place.
“Is that okay with you? I don’t want to make any assumptions. It’s just that I didn’t think you’d want to be alone tonight?”
“No, that’s fine. Thank you, Carver.”
“You’re welcome. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Do you know him?”
“Huh? No! No, I’ve never seen him before.”
“Okay.”
She curls up into my side and I place my arm around her. I don’t believe that she doesn’t know the man in the club. The look on their faces when I came out of the bathroom seemed to tell another story. Like there is some history there. But I’m not going to press it right now. I’ll get to the bottom of it all once this has blown over and she’s in a better headspace to discuss it.
Chapter Six
The feeling of my body curled around hers when I wake up is a feeling that I don’t ever want to be without. I know it seems sudden, but I’ve been through enough shit to know what I want in life.
Ingrid is it. Her soft, warm body fits perfectly against mine.
I’ve been awake for about an hour, but I haven’t wanted to move. I didn’t want to wake my sleeping beauty until she was ready. Which, judging by her stirring, might be now.
She groans slightly and wiggles her ass against my already hardened cock. As much as I want to roll her over and have my way with her, I need to make sure that she’s okay first. She fell asleep in the car on the way here last night and I carried her up here, so we never got a chance to talk. She stops moving and I think that she’s gone back to sleep, until I feel her ass rubbing against my cock, deliberately this time.
“Ingrid.”
She stops moving.
“Mmm?”
“I have to warn you, if you’re not doing that on purpose, I’d stop. Otherwise, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Slowly, her ass begins moving once again, and she pushes back against me a little harder this time. I reach my hand around and it finds the middle of her thighs immediately. I waste no time driving them deep inside. She cries out in pleasure and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs for me.
My fingers work in and out of her quickly and I realize that part of it is out of frustration from last night. I’m going to find out who that guy is and I’m going to kill him.
“Oh, Carver!”
“Does that feel good, baby?” I say as the sounds of my fingers fucking her wet pussy echo throughout the room.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me who he is,” I slow down my motions, but I don’t stop.
“What? Who are you talking about?” she asks me.
She grabs a hold of my hand and tries moving it in and out of herself at a quicker pace. I can’t lie, it’s fucking hot, but that game will have to wait for another time.
I remove her hand from mine and quicken my movements again, drawing another loud moan from her.
“Yes! That’s it!”
Slowing once again, I finally answer her question.
“The man from last night. I know you know who he is.”
Her eyes fly open at my statement.
“He’s no one. A business associate of my father’s.”
I move faster again before slowing down once more.
“What did he want? Why was he there? What did he say to you?”
I repeat my movements again; faster then slow it down.
“I can do this all day, but you’re not coming until you give me the answers I’m looking for.”
I speed up once more and bring her just to the edge, closer than before, before stopping and removing my fingers altogether.
“Please, Carver?”
“Fucking tell me,” I answer firmly.
She clams up. She can’t bring herself to give me the information.
“Fine, new game. Do you want me to make you come, Ingrid?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Okay. I am going to start slow. The more information you give me, the faster I’ll go until I make you come so hard you scream your fucking brains out. Sound good?”
I plunge my fingers back into her pussy before she can answer and I start moving them around again. It’s not going to take her long, so I need to get her talking.
“Who is he? I just need a name to start.”
“Max,” she pants and it nearly sends me into a fury. The last thing I need right now is to hear her pant another man’s name with my fingers buried deep inside her. “Max Ridgeway.”
“Good girl. How do you know him?”
I speed up slightly. At the same time, I hear my phone buzz on the dresser across the room.
“A business associate of my faaaa-father's.”
My fingers move a little faster. Buzz. Buzz.
“What did he say to you last night?”
“That it’s been… a long time since… he last saw me.”
Faster. The buzzing from my phone stops.
“When did he last see you?”
“Oh my God! It feels so good, Carver! Please don’t make me say anymore!”
I want to give in to her so badly. I do. But I need answers. Something isn’t right here and if this is the only way I can get her to talk, then that’s how it’s going to be.
“Just a few more questions. We’re almost there.”
I hear the buzzing from my phone begin again as I insert a third finger into her. I ignore it as I watch as her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.
“I was fourteen when he
