Page 32 of Fatal Scheme

“Well boys, take me home, I guess,” she smiles, looping her arms through ours, and I’m shocked at her willingness to leave with us, but ultimately relieved at the lack of fight she put up.

It’s been a long night, and if I can end it with Carter in my arms, it’ll atone for the sins we’ve committed.

I’ve never lived with a woman before, and I’ll say, it has its perks.

Everything smells better, we actually eat meals together, and of course, Massi and I fuck her into oblivion multiple times a day.

We’ve fallen into domesticated bliss, and surprisingly, our dynamic works.

More often than not, we’re sharing stories and laughing, this predicament giving us the time to get to know Carter better, on a more personal side.

For example, we’ve learned that she’s not a fan of movies, – preferring to watch TV shows – loves breakfast foods the most, and takes showers that are at least two hours long because of her hair routine.

Apparently, you don’t just step out of the water with curls like hers, it's called diffusing, and last night, she let me sit with her while she did the whole process from start to finish.

It was fascinating to see the amount of steps it takes to make her hair look the way it does, and I have a newfound appreciation for her luscious curls.

Jasper still pushes her buttons, and she does it right back at him, but he’s been attentive to her needs, too.

He’s always making sure the coffee pot is programmed, that she has snacks packed in her bag, and took the time to teach her some technique about cleaning knives, which they butted heads about the entire time.

When my mind wanders, I like to think that we needed each other, like all the pieces we were each missing worked to form one perfect puzzle, and if one of us weren’t here, it’d be incomplete.

“Jasper! That is not friendly competition!” I hear Carter yell, which happens frequently when I leave those two alone, their bickering never faltering no matter how close they get.

“No take backsies, my pretty little temptress, now take it off,” he says just as I walk into Massi’s room, a heated battle of Uno happening in the middle of his bed.

Carter is stripped down to only a pair of panties, her perky tits on display as her nipples slowly harden from the cold.

In contrast, Massi is shirtless, the rest of his lower half fully clothed, and he’s grinning from ear to ear, probably stacking the deck so he wins every hand, as if it’d be impossible to get her naked.

“Room for one more?” I ask, and both of them look in my direction as I cross the floor, handing Carter a lemon water and sitting beside her on the bed.

“Always, but you shuffle. This fucker is cheating.” She narrows her eyes at Massi, but his shit-eating grin is on full display, confirming Carter’s suspicions.

“Uno is a game of skill, Principessina, one you just don’t possess. It’s okay, we can’t all be good at everything,” he teases, and she flips him off, graciously waiting as I pass out the cards.

Of course, I stacked the deck in her favor, giving Massi nothing but shit cards so she can exact her revenge. She’s already naked, might as well have a little fun while she attempts to get us on her level.

“Draw four, Carter,” Massi laughs, and she’s already got at least twelve cards in her hand, clearly not strategic in the slightest as her frustration begins to grow.

A few hands later, Massi drops his final card, forcing Carter out of her panties with a huff, never a sore loser, but definitely an irritated one.

“All or nothing, my little card shark? If you win, I’ll strip, and if I win … well, I’ll strip.” He winks, and she throws all the cards at him.

“You, Mr. Masseria, are a cheater. I don’t reward cheaters,” she breathes, snatching her panties from his hands and forcing them in my direction. “Tyson wins my attention.”

“Baby girl,” I groan as she climbs into my lap, tipping her head back as I immediately dip my tongue onto her nipple, sucking it into my mouth while she moans loudly in my ear.

“Oh, Carter, you look so perfect on top of him.” Massi slides behind her, reaching around and rubbing her thighs, his fingers teasing around her clit while she succumbs to the pleasure we can give her with the most minimal moves.

Goosebumps trail along her body, and she pulls my lips to hers, hungrily kissing me as her tongue tangles with mine, and Massi ravages her neck, causing her to grind her hips on my crotch.

Just as we get into the height of her pleasure a long bang rings out, accompanied by what can only be described as an earthquake, the walls and floors shaking while we all freeze in place.

“Ty,” Massi says, and I don’t hesitate, lifting Carter off my lap and placing her back on the bed.

“Stay here, baby girl,” I warn, but before I can move, gun shots ring out, forcing us all to crouch down while we search for the source.