Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 95

Briar

I woke to the gentle sound of both our alarms playing our chosen music. We shut them off and groaned quietly. I slipped on a sports bra as I yawned before walking up to the pack ‘n’ play to check on the baby. Carter threw on a pair of sweats and grabbed a baby monitor before he dragged me downstairs, the animals in our wake. He set us up at the two treadmills side by side and flipped some music on as we ran without a word, the monitor set into a cup holder. The program he had punched in set us off steady, then threw us into a grueling pace. I found I easily kept up; however, the daily runs had been really building my endurance. Rosie and Tucker lay down not too far away. Tucker decided he needed to groom himself as he leaned against Rosie’s side.

After that, we hit the mats. Thirty minutes in, and Carter had me pinned with his hand around my throat. He bent down close to my ear and whispered.

“What are you going to do about it, Briar, when he gets this close?” he tightened his fingers. “When you are losing air because he got the best of you. When your body fails to remember what a piece of shit he is, when you are tired of fighting him, when the will to submit threatens Briar. What will you do?” 

I mulled over his confusing words that suggested I would be too weak, like he was trying to warn me about something without saying all the words. He ran his nose up my neck, and I shivered. His eyes, though his eyes though, held a sadness to them, or was it fear festering there in the back of his mind? Was he worried I’d cave to the asshole? I was setting this record straight.

I took a fistful of his hair and yanked it hard in one direction as I twisted my hips, throwing my body into a roll following the force of his head being jerked, off-centering him. I shoved my knee into his groin the second I was on top and had my thumbs pressing into his adam's apple.

My lip raised as I sneered. “I will die before ever submitting to that mother fucker. Carter grinned, that sadness gone. My heart relaxed. That gave the fucker the perfect opportunity to counter and pin me under him again. We went back and forth a few times.

“Don’t let him catch you off guard!” he growled at me, pinning my hands over my head, his eyes trailed down my body in this position, his cock hard against my belly through his sweat pants. I swallowed, my body yearned for more with him. I was so sick of the frustration. I decided my teacher needed the same lesson. I grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed hard.

“Shit!” he yelled, his hands loosening, and took the advantage to pin him under me again. There were really no rules here. The point was to fight dirty to survive.”

“It was your fault, you distracted me!” I said my body glued to his, my legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, giving him little room to work with as his arms were pinned between us. 

“Distraction equals death.”

I centered my weight to keep him down, my body plastered to his. He shifted, I countered my weight, he tried again, and I moved again, trying to ignore the hard cock so close to my core. The last week or so had become torture, and I was wondering if I should cave into my body’s lust with Carter.

I didn’t realize I had relaxed my hold just a smidge. Carter took the opening and tightened his grip around me, and suddenly rolled me under him. He panted into my neck, his hot breath taking my mind back to what we had been doing before Amber arrived. He thrust his hips into me, the firm length of him through our clothes breaking all thoughts on how to counter him as his nose nudged my chin up, and my body relaxed into a puddle of need.

a

“What are you doing?” Alley’s small voice called from the stairway. Carter chuckled and rolled off me. I let out a breath and lay my head back into the cool mat and bit my lip. Impressive timing kid. That was all I could think before I laughed inwardly.

“Training,” was all Carter said. I got to my feet as Carter made it to the stairs, where Ally stood in her Trolls night gown. She and Cricket could be best friends. I found myself thinking as I followed. 

“You hungry?” Carter asked Alley. She shrugged, looking between us like she knew more was going on than training. 

“Kade wants cartoons, but I can’t find the remote.” Alley let us know.