on with our sessions.”
“Yes,” she answered. “I want to help in any way I can.”
Carter’s mouth twitched. “Why?”
Kat smiled. “Because I’m a glutton for punishment.”
Carter coughed a surprised laugh. “Fair enough. For a moment I thought it was because you just wanted to be near my hot ass without guards and cameras, but, you know. Whatever,” he deadpanned.
Kat cupped her palms to her face. “I am so transparent.” She laughed at Carter’s snort of amusement. “Now shut up and do this work.” She pushed a sheet in front of him, along with a pen.
“Yes, ma’am,” Carter replied with a wink that sent parts of Kat’s body into a small frenzy.
No guards or cameras, she mused as she watched him start writing. She let her eyes explore him from his sexy buzz cut to the sharpness of his stubbled jaw. Her blood warmed in excitement when her mind began to wander.
* * *
“Fucker!”
“Motherfucker!”
“Shithead!”
“Shithouse!”
“Bitch!”
Carter stopped moving and stood slowly from his stooped position, halting the basketball by grasping it in one large hand. He cocked a puzzled eyebrow at Riley who was panting with gritted teeth and red cheeks. Carter watched him for at least twenty seconds before realization passed over the big fuck’s face.
“What the hell you waiting for?” Riley growled, standing a little straighter.
“Did you just call me a bitch?”
Riley stood to his full height and glared back at him. He sniffed and glanced around at the other two inmates who’d been playing the fast-paced, almost violent game of basketball for the past forty minutes. They both began to shift uneasily from one foot to the other. Riley leveled his stare back at Carter.
“Yeah,” he answered, jutting his chin out in defiance. “I did. So what?”
Carter frowned and then smirked. “Just checking,” he replied before launching the basketball over Riley’s head to his partner, Greg, who caught it and threw it, like a goddamn pro, through the hoop, winning the game by two.
“COME ON!” Carter roared with clenched fists. He ran over to Greg and grabbed him roughly around the neck, rubbing his knuckles a little too vigorously over his head. “MY MAN!”
“You fuckin’ cheat!” Riley yelled with a pointed finger. “You— You cheated!”
Carter laughed and shook his head after he released a relieved-looking Greg. “Losing without dignity or grace is not attractive, Moore,” he commented as he sauntered toward him.
“Yeah?” Riley questioned with his tongue planted in the right side of his mouth. “Well, Carter, I may not have dignity or grace, but I sure as hell have a fist for your face and a foot for your cheating ass.”
Carter stopped midstep, caught the glint in Riley’s eye, and within seconds was running like a bat out of hell across the court as Riley lunged his two-hundred-pound-plus frame in Carter’s direction.
“Come here, you pussy!” Riley cried, chasing Carter around the incredulous-looking inmates and guards.
Carter panted as he weaved and ducked from the ape’s grasp, unable to keep the huge smile off his face. His overwhelming happiness and smug satisfaction were halted abruptly when he realized he had nowhere else to go and was facing a brick wall with a huge human gaining on him. He spun around to face his pursuer and plead surrender, and felt every bit of air leave him in a huge gust and a loud strangled groan, as Riley plowed hard into him. Riley grabbed him in a headlock before Carter could even blink or protest and was dragged back, groaning and digging his heels in, to the center of the yard, where even the guards were laughing and jeering at the punk ass cursing through an almost-crushed windpipe.
“Riley,” Carter gasped, grabbing at the tree-trunk forearm around his neck.
“I’m sorry, what?” Riley asked loudly. “I don’t speak ‘cheating fucker.’ You’ll have to speak clearer.”
Carter couldn’t help but let out a
“Yes,” she answered. “I want to help in any way I can.”
Carter’s mouth twitched. “Why?”
Kat smiled. “Because I’m a glutton for punishment.”
Carter coughed a surprised laugh. “Fair enough. For a moment I thought it was because you just wanted to be near my hot ass without guards and cameras, but, you know. Whatever,” he deadpanned.
Kat cupped her palms to her face. “I am so transparent.” She laughed at Carter’s snort of amusement. “Now shut up and do this work.” She pushed a sheet in front of him, along with a pen.
“Yes, ma’am,” Carter replied with a wink that sent parts of Kat’s body into a small frenzy.
No guards or cameras, she mused as she watched him start writing. She let her eyes explore him from his sexy buzz cut to the sharpness of his stubbled jaw. Her blood warmed in excitement when her mind began to wander.
* * *
“Fucker!”
“Motherfucker!”
“Shithead!”
“Shithouse!”
“Bitch!”
Carter stopped moving and stood slowly from his stooped position, halting the basketball by grasping it in one large hand. He cocked a puzzled eyebrow at Riley who was panting with gritted teeth and red cheeks. Carter watched him for at least twenty seconds before realization passed over the big fuck’s face.
“What the hell you waiting for?” Riley growled, standing a little straighter.
“Did you just call me a bitch?”
Riley stood to his full height and glared back at him. He sniffed and glanced around at the other two inmates who’d been playing the fast-paced, almost violent game of basketball for the past forty minutes. They both began to shift uneasily from one foot to the other. Riley leveled his stare back at Carter.
“Yeah,” he answered, jutting his chin out in defiance. “I did. So what?”
Carter frowned and then smirked. “Just checking,” he replied before launching the basketball over Riley’s head to his partner, Greg, who caught it and threw it, like a goddamn pro, through the hoop, winning the game by two.
“COME ON!” Carter roared with clenched fists. He ran over to Greg and grabbed him roughly around the neck, rubbing his knuckles a little too vigorously over his head. “MY MAN!”
“You fuckin’ cheat!” Riley yelled with a pointed finger. “You— You cheated!”
Carter laughed and shook his head after he released a relieved-looking Greg. “Losing without dignity or grace is not attractive, Moore,” he commented as he sauntered toward him.
“Yeah?” Riley questioned with his tongue planted in the right side of his mouth. “Well, Carter, I may not have dignity or grace, but I sure as hell have a fist for your face and a foot for your cheating ass.”
Carter stopped midstep, caught the glint in Riley’s eye, and within seconds was running like a bat out of hell across the court as Riley lunged his two-hundred-pound-plus frame in Carter’s direction.
“Come here, you pussy!” Riley cried, chasing Carter around the incredulous-looking inmates and guards.
Carter panted as he weaved and ducked from the ape’s grasp, unable to keep the huge smile off his face. His overwhelming happiness and smug satisfaction were halted abruptly when he realized he had nowhere else to go and was facing a brick wall with a huge human gaining on him. He spun around to face his pursuer and plead surrender, and felt every bit of air leave him in a huge gust and a loud strangled groan, as Riley plowed hard into him. Riley grabbed him in a headlock before Carter could even blink or protest and was dragged back, groaning and digging his heels in, to the center of the yard, where even the guards were laughing and jeering at the punk ass cursing through an almost-crushed windpipe.
“Riley,” Carter gasped, grabbing at the tree-trunk forearm around his neck.
“I’m sorry, what?” Riley asked loudly. “I don’t speak ‘cheating fucker.’ You’ll have to speak clearer.”
Carter couldn’t help but let out a
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