“You still want me? I don’t have to fight you kicking and screaming?”
“No, no more fighting you. As long as you don’t keep me in the dark and we’re a team, I’m with you.”
“You’re willing to leave this life behind after everything I told you? You didn’t want to leave it moments ago, Cherry. Now you’re going to have to help me understand.”
“See, you think laying all your cards on the table was going to scare me away but you’re wrong. It only makes me love you more. You have fought for us for the past nine years. I want to be in that fight with you. You’ve sacrificed so much for me. Leaving this life behind is a small price to pay but hopefully you’ll finish this, and we can be free. No more hiding. Just you and me. Together.”
Chapter 7
Carter
My heart is so full of love. I stand up still holding Layla. I can’t believe she still wants me after everything I’ve told her. I look around the room and I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m energized, excited, but mostly really horny.
“Carter, you okay?” she giggles.
“I’m great, baby, just looking for a surface to fuck you on.”
She laughs as I take her over to the small dresser and put her bare ass on it. I reach down and pull out the top drawer about an inch and prop her heels on it. I scoot her naked body to the edge of the dresser so her cheeks are hanging over a bit and her pussy is wide open. My cock is hard, thick, and fucking needy.
“Lean back and brace your hands behind you, Cherry.”
She does as I ask and the sight of her spread out is enough to have me cumming on myself. My cock twitches, as if to tell me to hurry up. I press my cock to her wet opening and slide home. I rock slowly in and out, just feeling her pussy grip me. I stand there with hands by my side and focus on where we’re connected. I watch as my dick disappears inside her, and then comes back covered in her cream.
Her knees are far apart and she can’t really move in this position. Her head is thrown back and her neck is exposed, her gorgeous mane of red hair spilling down behind her. This is why I’ve never needed porn. Seeing her like this, taking my cock and lost in her own pleasure, is my greatest fantasy. What we are doing now is more than lovemaking, more than fucking, more than anything we’ve ever done. It’s primal, it’s need, but it’s more. It’s not ravenous or rushed. This right here, this is decadent. I feel it everywhere. On my skin, in my heart, and through her soul to mine.
My steady rocking has her on edge, and I know we’re both close to the finish.
“Cherry, look at me,” I whisper and she lifts her head, our eyes meeting.
“I fucking love you,” I say softly, and reach down to thumb her clit.
“Oh, God, Carter. I love you too, baby.”
As soon as she says the words, I feel her pussy start to squeeze me. Because she’s locked in this position, her orgasm hits her hard, and all she can do is take it. I keep my steady pace and continue rubbing her clit to stretch out her pleasure. Her shouts turn to screams and soon I can’t understand anything but the need to give and take pleasure. All I know is her pussy has my cock in a death grip and I lose my load. I push into her hard, one last time, and empty myself into her. As the last of my orgasm spurts inside her pussy the bedroom door is kicked open.
I spin around, keeping Cherry behind me and I’m ready to fight to the death.
“Okay, Chuck Norris, put down the fisticuffs.”
I’m assuming this is Jeanette, Cherry’s girlfriend, and she’s currently in some kind of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon karate stance, acting like she’s about to strike.
“Whoa, his dick is huge!” she says in the way of a greeting. “This must be Carter,” she leers, wiggling her eyebrows.
I look down and see my cream-covered cock is still hard and pointing right at her.
“Jeanette, shut the damn door!” Cherry yells from behind me as she gets off the dresser and tries to move around me. I hold her behind me because I don’t want Jeanette seeing her naked. I don’t care if she’s a friend. Cherry’s body is all mine.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be in the living room, but you’ve got five minutes before I’m back in here giving this dude the five finger death punch,” she warns and walks out.
“She knows that’s made up, right?” I ask Cherry.
“I don’t think so. But do me a favor and don’t tell her. I don’t want to break her heart.”
“No problem.”
We get cleaned up as best as we can and finally get dressed. I pull on a gray T-shirt and jeans with my brown boots. As I’m lacing them up I look over and see Cherry putting on something similar, She’s in a gray V-neck shirt with dark skin-tight jeans showing off all of her curves. My eyes follow the length of her body down to her adorable red heels. They’ve got to be four inches and have little bows on the back. I’ve just fucked her and those goddamn bows have my dick hard again.
I walk up behind her and push my jean-covered erection into her ass.
“Carter, if we fuck again while Jeanette’s here, she might ask to join in.”
That’s all she needed to say and I step back three feet.
“I’m not sharing you with anybody, baby. So don’t ever get any ideas about you and me with anybody else. Got it?”
She giggles and turns back to the mirror to fix her hair and makeup. “Glad we’re on the same page, baby.”
I feel a little relieved that she agrees with me on this and I give her a little kiss on the neck.
“I’m going to pack up a couple of bags for you and then I’ll give Saint a call. Go talk to your friend and tell her that when women shout like that, it’s a good thing.”
“Oh, she is more than aware, Carter, she’s just not used to hearing it from me.”
“Well, she better get used to it. You’re mine now,” I growl and smack her on the ass. She grins over her shoulder at me and walks out of the room. I start packing Cherry’s things as I dial up Saint.
“Yo!”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I bark into the phone.
I hear Saint taking in a long breath before letting it out. “I know you. You had stuff to handle and that shit would have fucked with your head. Hey, being pregnant doesn't change anything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. It changes everything,” I snap.
“Really, C? What does it change? You’re still trying to clean shit up so you can be with her, baby or not.”
I know he’s right but I’m still pissed I didn't know. I’m still mad at myself for not being here with her for the last three months, so I just ignore his question with my own “Where’s your ass?” I ask. Our phone conversations are so full of charm.
“Parked outside your girl’s house. Saw Jeanette go in a few minutes ago. How’d that turn out?” he asks with a laugh, knowing good and damn well how it went.
“I appreciate the heads up, asshole. I’ll remember that the next time you’re mid-fuck.”
He growls on the phone and I get the feeling he’s upset about that. “Whatever. Are we moving to the safe house today or what?” he snaps and I can’t help but think the man needs to get laid.
“Yeah, I’m packing her up now. Should be all set to go in twenty. You got your shit?”
“It’s all in place. I’ll be glad to get this over with. I need some lockdown for a few days. I plan on getting wasted and not thinking of anything but how to keep my glass from going empty.” Can’t help but feel bad for him. Saint isn’t a drinker by any means. This Jeanette chick most have really done a number on him. He looks as gone over her as I am over Cherry. I know the look because I see it in the mirror every day.
I’m glad the warehouse is big enough for Saint to be on one side and Cherry and me on the other. I plan on staying balls deep in some part of her body for the next few days. I’m ready for a fuck-fest of Guinness World Records proportions.
“All right, I’ll be out front with her in fifteen,” I say and hang up.
&n
bsp; I go to Cherry’s dresser and open her underwear drawer. I smirk and close it again. She won’t need any of those. I grab her bags and walk down the small hall to the living room.
“Jeanette’s coming with us,” Cherry says. She’s standing in the living room with her feet planted and her arms crossed.
“No she isn’t,” I say, and her jaw clenches. What the fuck? That’s my move.
I drop her bags and mirror her stance. Feet planted, arms crossed, and I stare her down.
“Jeanette’s coming or I’m not going.”
“Cherry, you’ll go if I have to drag your ass.”