Once the day came to a close, Carter packed up the truck and led Sloane to the middle of the town. A stage had been erected, complete with flashing lights and fog machines. A local band started off the show and then passed the torch to another band, a little better known than the first.

Sloane yawned and leaned into Carter.

"You tired?"

"Mmm." Her eyes fluttered close before she forced them to open.

"We can get a hotel room. I brought us an overnight bag."

"No. I wanna go home." The comfort of their bed called to her. “If you’re okay to drive.”

"Okay." It didn't bother him; he wasn't tired. Leading her to the truck, he helped her in and then took his place in the driver's seat.

When she woke, it was late and Carter had tucked her into bed. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but that didn’t surprise her. There were only a few places he could be and she figured it was either in the living room or his workshop. She made her way to the doorway to see that the front door was open.

Debating on going to look for him, Sloane went to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. She filled it with water and began to drink, turning and resting against the counter. Her eyes landed on the padlock. Before she could do anything, Carter walked in.

“How long you been up?” He walked over to her and placed a kiss against her temple, oblivious to where she’d been gazing.

“Not long. You?”

“I haven’t been to bed yet. I got you settled in and then unloaded the truck. Started getting some of the orders into the system. I’m going to be holed up in the workshop for quite some time.”

“That’s good though, right? I mean, you’re gonna make a good chunk of money.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you ready for bed now?”

“Yeah. I’m pooped.”

She laughed as she led him to the bed. Before he was able to get in, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled up. Shrugging out of the clothing, he helped her finish taking the rest off.

“Your turn.”

“I thought you were pooped.” She mocked him.

“Pretty sure I got enough energy to enjoy you riding me.” That devilish smirk she’d come to love appeared.

“Hmm. What if I say no? I don't wanna.”

“I’d call you a liar. Plus, you got a nap in.”

“You’d be right.” Her hands landed on his shoulders, pushing him back. As he propped himself on his elbows, he watched her slip her own clothes off. “I like how hard I make you.”

“I do too.”

“And do you know how wet you make me?”

“I have an idea. But remind me.”

“I don’t know if I should.” She approached him at such a slow pace, he reached out to her with greed. Ignoring his hands, she pushed them aside and crawled onto the bed to straddle him.

“I think you should.”

“What you think doesn’t matter right now. I’m the one running things.”

“Oh. Are you?” Enjoying the game, he clasped his hands behind his head and laid back. “What would you like me to do?”

“Just lay there.”

He followed her demand and waited, losing his patience as she teased him.

“Are you expecting something?” Her Cheshire smile was driving him mad and all he wanted was to take back the control.

“I thought you were gonna ride me.”

“But I’m enjoying this. You listen so well. I really thought I’d have to tie you up.”

“Believe me. I’m using all my willpower not to flip you over and take you.”

“You really want me to ride you that bad?” All the teasing was gone.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded, gripping his fingers tighter to refrain from doing to her just what he said he wanted to do.

“In that case…” She reached over to the drawer in his nightstand and grabbed a condom. There was a twitch between her legs and she smiled down at him. After rolling the contraceptive into place, she positioned herself above him and gave him another wicked smile. “Ready…or not…here…I…come.”

With her last word, she plunged his hardness into her body and flexed her hips. His moan was instant and his hands flew to her waist.

“You will not move me. If you can’t handle that, move your hands away.” Her warning landed on his ears and he debated on what to do.

“I think I can handle it.” He grunted as she continued to grind on him.

Their moans filled the room and he managed to use his hands to massage her as she rocked forward and back, up and down. Her momentum picked up along with her breathing. Her thrusts became more frenzied and she leaned forward to brace her hands on either side of his head.

“Sloane, baby.” Carter groaned, trying to remain still and let her do the work. He wanted nothing more than to match her rhythm.

“Carter. Oh Carter. I’m so close.”

“You want me to do anything?”

“No.” She was vehement.

“Go when you’re ready.”

“You have to go with me. I’m doing it all, remember?”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Hurry. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

The way she breathed and struggled to get the words out, he knew she wasn’t even trying to hold on. He would have chuckled, but he concentrated on the way she felt, moved.

“I’m really close. You know what I need?”

“Mmmm?”

“Kiss me.”

Sloane gave in to his command and lowered her face to his, slowing her movements. His mouth was hungry and took everything it could.

“Let’s go.” He growled against her lips.

She sat up and resumed her pace, her thrusts hard. They both moaned in great pleasure as they reached their point of ecstasy together.

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The warm body laying next to her let out a soft snore and she gave his sleeping form a loving smile. Sloane got out of bed and went to the kitchen to start making breakfast. At some point, she decided that she wanted to take him his food, the way he had done for her so many times.

As the sausage continued to fry, she hunted for the food tray, but couldn’t find it. The normal storing place stood empty as well as any of the other places she could think to look.

She frowned, but continued with the cooking. Once it was done, she went into the bedroom to see him just the way she’d left him.

“Carter. I made breakfast.”

“Okay. Be up in a minute.”

As she set the table and poured their coffee, he shuffled into the room, rubbing his eyes.

“Ooh. I think I like waking up before you.” Her eyes traveled his naked body before she winked at him.

He chuckled and sat, ready to dig into the food.

“Will you be joining me today?”

“No. I think I’m gonna work on house cleaning.” Among other things.

“Okay. I do want to run into town to get some more varnish.”

“Okay. You go ahead. I’ll clean up.” She scraped the last bit of her eggs off the plate and into her mouth.

Before leaving her to get ready, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

While she was filling the sink with water, Carter reappeared. “See you in a bit.”

“Okay. Be careful. I love you.”

“I will. I love you too.”

Once she heard the truck drive off, her heart began to beat a cadence against her chest. She turned to face the padlocked door and knew she needed to get into that cellar.

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