Carl: Caveman Instinct series 2.5 (6 page)

Carl

They all must think I was an idiot and didn’t know they were gossiping about me. I could hear them talking, and this time I laughed every time I heard my coworkers tell some elaborate story of why I had a smile on my face.

“He’s smiling because they told him he could do all the firing for the year.”

“Well I heard, he’s so happy because they’re going to promote him to chief so he can make all of us miserable.”

And one of my all-time favorites. “I heard he hired out a brothel and used them all weekend.”

This week I’d laughed my arse off. I’d never been this happy and I was tempted to tell them about Annabelle, but I wanted them to learn for themselves.

“Are you slacking off? I thought doctors were super busy all the time.”

Snapping my head up from staring at my computer. I smiled at the beautiful woman standing at the entrance of my office. “Honey, what are you doing here?”

Annabelle took her hand from her hip and entered the room. “This is the first time you haven’t been home before six.” She lifted her head towards the clock and I was shocked to see that it was five to eight. I watched as she closed the door and sashayed her way closer to me. Damn, this woman was a dream. “I was worried about you. Lurch told me you’re okay, but…but I needed, no wanted to check on you.”

No one worried about me anymore. No one cared if I was late or if I came home on time. My heart pounded and I reached for the only woman to have ever come to see if I was okay. Gathering her into my embrace I pressed my lips to hers, her mouth opened and she sank into my hold. Easing from her lips, I caressed her cheek. “Thank you.”

Startled eyes stared into mine, her eyebrows narrowed and her mouth thinned. “Why are you thanking me?”

“I’m thanking you, for being you.”

She shook her head. “You’re a strange man.”

I’d be anything this woman wanted me to be.

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Annabelle

I hated to admit it, but the last two weeks had been amazing. I couldn’t help the little skip in my step as I made my way to Carl’s office. Every day this week he’d made it home before six and we’d had dinner together. I’d even forgiven him for kidnapping me. But I’d never tell him that. He had a big enough head as it was.

Tonight though it was well after six and Carl wasn’t home. I could tell Lurch and Mathew were starting to get agitated by my pacing and constant asking about Carl. Finally I snapped and asked Mathew to take me to Carl.

Carl sat in his office staring at his computer when I arrived. He seemed in a strange daze. When I went to him he gathered me in his arms and like I had all the last couple of weeks, I melted into him. When he thanked me, I knew something was up. I liked him like this. I think he deserved a reward. Changing my frown to a smile, I wiggled out of his embrace and shimmied out of my panties and flung them off.

I loved watching Carl’s eyes light up, and his lips curl in his cheeky grin. He pulled me back against him and locked his lips with mine. I squealed as he cupped my arse and picked me up, placing me on his desk. His lips claimed mine again as his hands slid up under my shirt to undo my bra. My body came instantly alive and it was definitely turning me on the idea of us being naughty in his office. I deepened our kiss.

Tearing his mouth from mine he leaned back and lifted the shirt I wore up and off. I slid my bra off throwing it to join my panties, giggling when Carl grabbed my legs, yanking me to him. He pressed his lips back to mine, stopping my giggles. I wrapped my legs around him and hiked my skirt up.

His growl of appreciation had a shiver of pure delight running threw me. And I spread my legs further apart. “Mmmm, you’re so God damn perfect.”

Grinning in satisfaction that I put the pained look on his face, I use my legs to bring him closer to me. I was wet and so ready for him.

He leaned back and groaned, “Honey. How long have you been like this?” He stared at my bare pussy.

“Well this is kind of hot. I mean, we could get caught any minute.” Carl did something to me. I’d always been the good girl, goodie, goodie two shoes, but Carl, he brought out all my fantasies.

“Ooh, you like to live dangerously.”

I reached down and undid his pants, pushing them down. He wiggled out of them and flicked them off. I shoved his boxers down too and he kicked those off. His cock stood tall, hard and ready. A shiver coursed through me in anticipation. Every time I was with him it got better. Reaching down, I circled his dick letting the pads of my fingers glide over and pump up and down his shaft.

Carl took my mouth in a passionate kiss that heightened my need even more. Trailing fingers along one of the veins on his dick, I circled his cock and pumped up and down. Carl’s tongue searched for mine and when they found one another they tangled together, making love. He cupped my breasts, caressing the tips of my nipples before coming back to massage and stroke them. He knew just what to do to get me worked up. His mouth left mine and he nibbled his way down my body.

“Move closer to the edge. I’m hungry.” Not giving me a chance to move myself, I laughed in delight as Carl grabbed me, slid me closer to the desk’s edge, and then settles between my thighs.

Spreading my legs further apart, my sigh of contentment turned into a moan as Carl nuzzled my pussy. He spread my pussy lips, and his thumb settled over my clit, circling it. His hot breath feathered over my most intimate place and I arched closer to him. Slowly, he licked top to bottom and shards of delight rushed through me. His thumb circled and pressed on my clit. I flattened my hands on the table swiping papers onto the floor. His tongue delved into my core and I pushed towards him, needing him deeper. Smiling in delight as he devoured my pussy, my body tightened and the tingling sensation within me built. Carl lifted his thumb off my clit and his tongue left my core. My orgasm was close. I hovered close to the edge, my body wound tight.

“Nooo, I’m so close!” I moaned, grabbed his hair and pulled him back to finish me. “Don’t stop. Please. Please, I’m so close,” I begged. The vibration of his chuckling between my legs had my body buzzing. He came down to lick me over and over driving me screaming over the edge into euphoria. “Yes! Yes! Carl, oh Carl.”

Carl slid up my blissed out body feathering kisses along my stomach and coming to settle over my breasts, his tongue circling my nipple before switching to do the same to the other. His lips brushed my skin as he made his way up to my mouth and took it in a passionate kiss that set my already raptured body on fire again.

His body brushed against mine and his rock hard cock rubbed against my pussy, spreading my lips before pushing home. I was wet, and as he sank into me it reminded me he was a perfect fit. His dick stretched and filled me to touch at just the right spots.

His lips left mine and I stared at him, watching his eyes flare each time he thrust in and out. Seeing his enjoyment heightened my own. This man drove me wild. I thrust up to meet him and his growl of satisfaction pushes me closer to the brink. His gaze snapped up and caught mine. God, this man was so sexy.

“It’s never felt this good with anyone else.”

He cupped my face and his hips paused, his dick deep inside me. “You’re mine. No one but me will ever feel this. Will ever…” He rocked back and forth sinking deeper with each push. “Be like this with you. Only me.”

“Only you.” I puffed out as he picked up his pace again.

He pushed deep as he held my hips. “Who does this belong to?” Carl drove deep and I arched towards him loving the feeling his body gave mine. “Tell me.” He panted.

“Yes, yes, only you. I’m all yours.” Right now I’d say anything for him to keep moving. I knew though, it would never be like this with anyone else. I’d been with Carl for two weeks and every time we were together it got better. He got better.

Carl owned me. He knew just how to use his dick. He eased back and I watched as his cock slid in and out. Pleasure shot through me. I stared at his cock as it eased out and drove into me over and over. His intense gaze bore into mine.

No man before Carl had ever given me an orgasm. The way he made me feel and the effect he had on my body drove me wilder every time. I couldn’t believe this man had found me. My body hummed with pleasure, I was so close to release. I arched up reaching for my high.

Carl’s growls and grunts of enjoyment, heightened my own. He propelled himself deep into me and paused, his fingers caressing my cheek before coming to my lips, trailing the pads over them. “I’m so glad I found you. You’re amazing and you’re mine.”

Holy crap, when he said things like this it was so hard not to fall even harder than I already had for him. I loved his possessiveness and his need for me. My handsome, sexy doctor. Smiling up at him, I explored his chest with my hands. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone but you. I forgive you for kidnaping me.” I pulled him down so his face was closer to mine. “I’m yours. All yours.”

“Mine,” he mumbled. “Mine,” he repeated over and over again.

I brushed my lips over his. “Yours.”

Carl’s lips smashed down on mine and his mouth took charge, demanding everything, as he sucked my tongue and nipped hungrily at my lips. His hands eased around my back and pulled me up closer to him. I was so close and I knew Carl was ready to follow me. I could see the strain in his muscles. He pounded into me with deep, sure strokes, catching just the right spot every time. The desk shook and I heard things fall off onto the ground. I wrapped my legs tighter around him pushing him as deep as he could go. My hands come to rest on his back, clutching him to me. We panted for breath. He brushed soft delicate kisses down my neck and then nibbled just below my ear. His teeth on the sensitive spot added to everything else building within and had me falling off the cliff my body had been climbing and I exploded into a million pieces.

“Carl! Yes, oh Carl.” I screamed over and over.

He buried himself to the hilt as his body stiffened against my own and then he roared his own release and collapsed on top of me.

“You’re a screamer honey.” He chuckled against my ear.

I whacked his chest. “I am not.”

“Oh honey, I bet they’re all talking.”

I buried my face against his chest. “Oh God, I need to hide.

His whole body shook as he laughed. I loved the sound and from what I’d learned, it wasn’t usually a common sound for Carl.

Carl eased away from me and helped me get tidied up.

What I loved the most though was when we left his office and his arm slipped around my waist and held me close. He even paused and kissed my forehead and both my cheeks before he lips brushed over my own.

I could feel gazes on us and in that moment I didn’t care. In that moment I fell a little more for Carl.

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Carl

Shopping with Annabelle was an experience. I now understood those poor bastards that you saw standing out the front of stores looking like they wanted to be shot, or who would rather shovel shit instead of spending another hour walking around shops. I was now that idiot. Even our bodyguards looked miserable. I had no idea fucking cushions were so Goddamn important to décor.

“This goes with the brown lounge we chose. They add a little extra pop of color.” I dragged my gaze from looking around at the other miserable sods in the same situation as me back to my woman. She held four ‘throw’ pillows that all looked pretty much the same to me. They all had prints of the beach, sand and water on them. I couldn’t tell her that they all looked the same. If I’d learned nothing else, it was that you didn’t tell a woman that a pillow—Oh don’t call it a pillow either, it’s a ‘throw’ pillow—looks the same as the others she’s holding. Women are pack animals and if they sense one of them is having trouble with a male not understanding the art of décor they come and support their fellow pack mate, ganging up on that male enough that the said male’s bodyguards won’t even come to his aid. But as a doctor, my natural attention to details came in handy. I studied the pillows until I noticed differences. “I like the one on your left. The waves are bigger.”

“You’re right. The ones with the bigger waves do look better.”

When Annabelle beamed at me, I wished I could have high-fived the man who was in a similar situation to me behind Annabelle’s back. The guy must have heard because he mouthed, “You the man.”

Right then, I knew not only was I never agreeing to go furniture shopping again, I was never going to underestimate a woman’s eyes for detail. Next time I heard a nurse or female doctor talk about something they noticed with a patient I intended to listen.

Chapter Six

Carl

Annabelle squeezed my thigh. “We’re going to get out of the car. I have to man a stall after lunch.”

“I thought this was a parents and children’s fair to raise money for the year five camp.”

“It is, but I love the kids and I don’t mind helping.” She was always staying back and volunteering for events or school excursions. The almost two and half weeks we’d been together she’d gone on every excursion and volunteered for anything any of the teachers asked. Annabelle was the biggest pushover. Well, she was a pushover with everyone else, but me.

“Mum’s already here at the baker’s stall. She’s been baking all week. The children have two more weeks of school before they’re holidays. This fair burns off a bit of energy and has given them something besides their holidays.”

I already knew this. I had a surprise for Annabelle for her holidays. I’d been organizing it with help from Darla, Annabelle’s mother.

Rafe opened the car door and I got out holding my hand for Annabelle. She slid out and threaded her fingers through mine.

“Let’s do this.” She huffed out as she straightened and dragged me to the rainbow entrance.

As soon as we entered the fair Annabelle was swarmed by children. They all loved her and anyone could see she was amazing with them.

We played every game and went to all the stalls. She praised every child’s stall, finding a quality she liked about each. Annabelle was late for the stall she was to man but it was my fault. I’d dragged her to all the other stalls and distracted her.

A balding man in his late fifties or early sixties, stalked toward us, his gaze narrowed on Annabelle. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her and apparently neither did Rafe or Lurch.

“Miss Clarkson, I’m disappointed in you. You promised the Reynolds family you’d help man their stall.” The man’s eyes traveled up and down Annabelle and my anger rose. How dare he speak to Annabelle like this before all these people.

I gathered Annabelle to me, but she remained stiff in my embrace which was odd, as usually she melted into me. There was something about this guy that changed Annabelle from the feisty woman I knew.

“Watch how you speak to my woman,” I growled.

The man’s gaze snapped to me. “I beg your pardon, Sir?”

“Yes, you should beg. No one speaks to my fiancée like that.”

Annabelle blew a raspberry and I just knew without seeing her face she was rolling her eyes. She relaxed against me and right then I knew she was fine. “I’m not your fiancée,” she mumbled. “You haven’t asked me to marry you. And you,” she growled at the man before me. “Principal Ranch, Carl is right, you speaking to me like this isn’t on. I will apologize to the Reynolds for being late. The next time you speak to me in an inappropriate manner, I will talk with my union rep.”

With that, my feisty woman came to life as she eased out of my hold and stomped past a clearly shocked looking Principal Ranch. I grinned as I watched her storm off. Lurch nodded to me and followed close behind her.

I wasn’t finished with the principal though. I bet this wasn’t the first time he’d been like this, and I knew he didn’t okay any time off for Annabelle to look after her mother. We had an audience. Some people were trying to pretend they weren’t watching, others weren’t even hiding the fact that they were staring.

“Mr. Ranch, I’ve been told by my guards how you treat Annabelle. I expect things to change. If I hear of you speaking to her in any fashion other than respectable, I will make sure you will be waiting in the unemployment line.”

Mr. Ranch blubbered, opening and closing his mouth. “How dare you speak to me like that. Who do you think you are?”

Right now, I was happy to be a Silverman. “I dare because Annabelle is an amazing woman and soon to be my wife, Mrs. Silverman.” I loved watching Ranch’s eyes widen as recognition of who I was sank in.

“Sil…Silverman,” he stuttered.

I knew my grin was huge as I nodded. “Carl. Dr. Carl Silverman. I will be Annabelle’s husband.” I didn’t hold my hand out. I wasn’t shaking this man’s hand.

It was good to be a Silverman and have the power the name held.

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