by Alexa Riley
“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.”
“Cherry? Oh that’s adorable. Can I call you that too?” Jeanette asks.
“No!” we both shout in unison.
“Fine, fine, I like Lays better anyway,” she sniffs.
“Layla, this isn’t a slumber party. You can’t just invite your friends along. This is a secure location and I don’t want it compromised because your co-worker decided to Twitter about it.”
“Hey, asshole, I’m her best fucking friend, not just her co-worker, and it’s called a Tweet, dipshit,” Jeanette snaps.
I like this chick, she’s got sass. But it’s not enough to make me change my mind.
“I said no.”
Cherry drops her arms and walks slowly over to me. She gets up against my chest and looks me directly in the eyes. With her heels on she’s still only up to my shoulders, but right now it doesn’t matter. Those big beautiful eyes are looking at me with so much love. She puts her small hand on my chest and whispers “Please”. I’m finished. I can’t ever deny her when she’s like this, when I can see how desperately she needs something. I don’t know why she can’t be separated from her, but Layla wouldn't ask like this if she didn’t need it.
I look over Cherry’s head and glare at Jeanette. “We will go to your place. You’ve got exactly three minutes to grab a bag and get back in the car or we will leave without you. That’s the deal – take it or leave it.”
“Deal,” she says excitedly.
“All right. Let’s move,” I say and grab Cherry’s bags with one hand and Cherry’s hand with the other. I lead us outside to Saint who’s waiting in my GTO.
“Cocksucking motherfucker,” I hear Jeanette mutter from behind me.
“Problem?” I ask and eye her over my shoulder.
“I didn’t realize this was a co-ed sleepover. I didn’t agree to spend lockdown with an asshole.”
“Careful, Chuck Norris, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.”
Layla stops short and she pulls me to a halt. “What is it, baby?” I ask.
“Just give me a second,” she pleads.
“I’m going to load up the bags. Get your pretty ass in the car.” She nods yes, and I go to the trunk. Saint comes around to help me and we both watch the women talk.
After a few moments they both walk over to the car and get in without saying a word. I feel the tension between Saint and Jeanette and wonder what happened. I don’t ask, because it’s not my business. The reason Saint and I work so well is we have a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Don’t ask me shit and don’t tell me shit. End of story.
I get behind the wheel and we take off.
Twenty minutes later I’ve finally got my girl safe and secure. We’re in a warehouse outside of Reno. I had it converted into a fortress because I knew this day was coming. I knew I might need a place to protect Layla, and I would need a safe place for us to live, so I had this put together right when I got out. You have enough money you can get anything put together in a few months. The bottom floor is dedicated to living space. I’ve had it modernized with a living/dining area with an industrial kitchen. There’s a home theater, game room, and a small indoor pool. I’ve added a gym, a greenhouse, and even a panic room. I may have gone overboard, but my life has taught me a few things and one of them is have a back-up plan to your back-up plan.
Upstairs we’ve got seven rooms. One is an office and another is a library. The rest are set up for bedrooms. Our bedroom is the biggest and at the most private end of the building. There’s an emergency escape through there, as well as a small room off of it that would be perfect for the baby now that I think about it. Each room has its own bathroom, and our master has everything you can dream of. Huge tub big enough for the two of us, and a shower I can spend a lifetime fucking Cherry in.
“When did you do all this?” Cherry asks in wonder as we reach the end of the tour. I saved the master bedroom for last, because once I saw her in here, I wouldn’t let her out.
Saint and Jeanette were silent on the drive here, and as soon as I showed them around they each claimed a room of their own and shut their doors.
“The moment I found out what city you were in. I just had to hire out different contractors to different parts of the place. I couldn’t have one person knowing all its secrets.” I smile on the last part and walk up behind her; wrapping my arms around her waist.
“You’re the first and last woman who ever walked through that bedroom door, baby.”
We both stand facing the bed and her fingers trace my forearms. “You see that bed, Cherry?” I ask and she nods. “We are going to argue, fight, laugh, cry, and play on that bed until I take my last breath.” I reach down and rub my big hand over her belly. “I love you and I love our little guy so much.”
“I love you too, Carter,” she sighs with a smile, and it feels like we can both finally breathe.
I hold her like that for just another moment before I lead her over to the bed. I take her chin in my hand and look into her eyes. “Take off your clothes, Cherry. Hands and knees on the bed. It’s time I claimed all of you.”
She looks at me nervously, knowing what I’m thinking. “Just go slow, Carter. I’m nervous.”
“I got you, baby.”
We both look at each other while we undress. She gets to her heela and I stop her. “No, baby, leave those on. I want to fuck them off you.”
She crawls to the middle of the giant king-size bed and gets on her hands and knees. I stand behind her, just looking at the gorgeous view. “Lean down on your elbows, baby, and spread your knees. I want to see all of you.” When she’s in perfect position, I go to the bedside table and take out a bottle of lube.
I get on the bed behind her and lean down to kiss each ass cheek. I rub my hands all over her body, relaxing her as I go. I kiss her thighs and work my way over to her pussy. I lick and tongue her there, and I can feel when her body starts to fully relax into me. She moves her hips and sticks her ass up higher, trying to get more of my mouth on her. I lick her clit and then fuck her pussy with my tongue. I work my way up to her pretty pink asshole and lick her there too. She twitches when I lick there, but doesn’t ask me to stop. I pull her ass cheeks apart and lick her some more. I run my tongue all over her tight ring and she moans into the bed. I touch her clit with my hand and she gets louder. I kiss her sweet asshole and finger her until she’s so close. I use the thumb of my other hand and push past her tight opening and start working her ass and pussy at the same time. She moves her body against my thrusts and moans for more.
“Oh, God, that feels so good, Carter. I’m so close.”
“Not yet baby,” I say. “Not until I’m in your ass.”
I take my fingers out of her pussy and grab the lube. I continue working her asshole with my thumb while I lube up. When I’m all slick and ready to go, I take my thumb out and put the tip of my cock against her hole. “Be still, baby, and we’ll go slow. Just breathe for me and stay relaxed. Rub your clit for me.”
I start to push and I feel her tense up. “Cherry, baby, just breathe.” I see her take two deep breaths and then nod, telling me it’s okay to keep going.
I push slowly until I feel the head of my cock breach her opening. “That’s it, baby. The hard part is over. Just keep breathing.
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have a dick in your ass,” she answers sassily.
I smile, but don’t stop. I
rock slow and shallow until she’s breathing normally and the look of pain is gone from her face.
“Oh god, baby, you’re so tight here. I won’t take long; I just want to know I own this hole too.”
Layla moves her hips a little at my encouragement, and after a few more pumps I’m balls deep.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Cherry. You did so good. I’m all the way in, baby.”
“I need to cum, Carter. Please, I’m aching.”
“I got you, baby. Keep rubbing your clit.”
I pull out, then slowly fuck back inside her. It’s a slow pace and she begs for more. Sweat breaks out all over my skin and I hang on to my control by a thread.
“Speed up, Carter, please! Oh, God it feels so good.”
I lose my rhythm and just start fucking her. I grab her ass cheeks and go at her hard. Cherry suddenly starts screaming my name at the top of her lungs and I cum from the sound. My orgasm comes from every inch of my body and it feels like fire flowing through my veins. I cum hard and deep in her asshole as she hits her peak.
Cherry collapses in a sweaty heap on the bed and I slowly pull out of her. I go to the bathroom and clean up a little before bringing her a warm wash cloth.
“Come here, baby, let me take care of you,” I say and gently wipe her down.
I go back to the bathroom and start the tub. I think my girl and I could use a nice long soak.
Chapter 8
Layla
Leaning back in the bathtub, I can feel the warm water already working on my sore muscles. The last forty-eight hours with Carter has made my whole body deliciously sore, and I need a moment to recover. Carter was about to get in the bathtub with me when Saint knocked on the door, calling him away about something. I wanted to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself. I wanted to show Carter that I trust him, that I was okay with whatever he had to do so that we could be free and clear of my father.
Reaching for the body wash, I notice that it’s the same cherry blossom one I use at home. Looking around the bathroom I notice a lot of things in here are just like what I have at home. Hair products, robe, lotion, and even the same fancy electric toothbrush I have. No matter how demanding and caveman-ish Carter can be, it always seems to wrap around to me. He’s making sure I have what I need, and doing what’s best for me. I still can’t believe that for one moment he thought I would have blamed everything on him. This was my father’s doing. Carter may have had one reason for working for my father, but from the moment we met, everything was for me. How could I not love him?