The Malone Brothers Boxed Set

by S. L. Sterling

  I felt him spread me open, and finally his warm tongue gave my clit a little lick. I sucked my breath in, waiting for him to do it again. He pinched my clit between his fingers and then I felt his hot mouth on me again, this time sucking. “Oh fuck, Carter,” I cried out.

  I started to push away and tried to move up the bed. I could feel myself starting to lose control, but instead of letting me get away, his hands gripped my waist, pulling me back down to him, his mouth leaving me. “Stay right here. Come on my tongue.”

  He gave my clit a little lick and then slowly licked my slit from opening back up to my clit before taking it in his mouth again. I gripped the blankets beneath me, arching my back off the mattress, trying to fight my orgasm. Again, he slowly licked from bottom to top. I let out a loud moan, pulling my hand up to my mouth and biting on my hand to keep quiet. “Let it out, baby. Let me hear you come.”

  He continued running two fingers on either side of my clit, rolling it between his fingers before sealing his mouth over the top of me, sucking and licking until I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

  “Carter...please...” I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping while screaming his name as I let myself go, his lips never leaving my center until my orgasm finished ripping through me.

  Once I had regained control of myself, I noticed he stood up at the end of the bed looking down at me, a sexy grin on his face. I was sure I was a mess, but the look in his eyes told me he was totally turned on. He reached into his bag and grabbed a condom from inside. I watched as he ripped it open and sheathed himself. He pushed me up on the bed and kneeled between my legs.

  He rolled his forearms under my knees and tugged my body closer to him. I felt him run his cock through my wetness, coating himself in my juices. Within seconds, I felt him pushing at my entrance.

  “Don’t hold back, Hope, and don’t fight me. I’m not going to be gentle with you. I can’t.”

  His words sent chills through me, but I had never been so turned on.

  Carter

  I pushed my cock into her, sinking into her warmth. She let out a little cry once I was buried in her. I didn’t give her time to adjust to me this time. I pumped hard into her, her fingers gripping my hands tightly. I wanted to be buried in her as far as I could, so I pulled out of her. “On your hands and knees, baby.”

  At first, she was hesitant, but when she saw the look in my eyes, she quickly repositioned herself. I wasn’t giving her a choice; I would move her myself if I had to. I took in the sight of her cute ass and gave it a smack. I came up behind her, taking my cock in my hand and positioning myself at her entrance, and pushed into her, deeper this time.

  She called out my name as I pulled back and buried myself into her again and again. “You’re so fucking tight,” I whispered before taking her earlobe in my mouth.

  I didn’t take my time with her, and I wasn’t gentle. As I pounded into her, I rested one hand on her hip and placed the other on her shoulder, so I could hold her in place. I wanted her to feel every single inch of me, and I could tell she was by every moan she let out. When I felt her start to tighten around me, I knew I was running out of time. I slowed my pace a bit and pushed into her even deeper, which I didn’t think was possible. “Rub your clit,” I demanded.

  I knew she had reached down between her legs to rub her clit because every once in a while, she spread her fingers and wrapped them around my cock so she could feel me pumping in and out of her. I could feel my orgasm building in me at the mere thought that she was rubbing herself while I was buried in her, and I wished she was on her back, so I could watch. “Harder, Carter.” She surprised me at this demand, but the sound of those words leaving her lips sent a wave of excitement through me, and I pushed into her harder, faster, and deeper. Making sure she could feel every inch and every muscle, I soon heard her cry out and felt a rush of heat as she came. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I finally let myself go, pouring myself into her.

  As soon as I had come down, I slowly slid myself out of her, pulled off the condom, and tied it. Once I had cleaned myself off, I came out with a cloth and cleaned her, holding the warm cloth against her.

  I pulled her against me under the covers and shut the light off. She was asleep before me, and as I held her, I realized that I really was in trouble. I was falling completely in love with her. My heart belonged to her, and I prayed that she was ready to be with me—completely this time.

  24

  Hope

  I sat on the beach watching the waves as they crashed against the sand, my mind wandering back to last night. Carter had woken me in the middle of the night and had slowly made love to me. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Slowly, sweetly, and quietly our bodies moved together. There was no demanding, were no harsh words, just a connection so great I wasn’t sure I even knew how to handle it. Afterwards we had fallen asleep wrapped against each other, and we had stayed in bed late into the morning, getting up at almost lunchtime to spend the day at the pool.

  Just before dinner, I left Carter with the gang and told him I had forgotten something back at the room, but instead, I had come down to the water to gather my thoughts. There was no doubt how I felt about him. I was in love with him, but I hadn’t exactly been honest with him, and after last night, it was eating at me. Trent and I had broken up, but my father had other ideas, and I knew he was still pushing for what he wanted. Trent had offered to take me home and together we would tell them that the wedding wasn’t happening, but I didn’t want to return. I didn’t want to see my father just yet. I knew I would have to find a way to show Daddy I was in love with Carter. Even if he disapproved, it was my life, not his.

  I was lost in my thoughts, watching the waves crash into the shore, thinking about the problem at hand, when I heard my name being called. I looked over my shoulder and saw Felice approaching.

  “Hey, Felice.”

  “What are you doing all the way down here?” she asked, smiling. “I thought you were getting something from your room.”

  “Just taking a minute. Would you like to sit down?” I said, moving over.

  “Thanks.” She sat down, looked out at the water, and cleared her throat. “Hope, do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?”

  I shook my head and smiled. “Of course not. Is something up?”

  “No, I wouldn’t say that. I was just wondering how things are going? Are you enjoying the trip so far?”

  “Yes, it’s been wonderful.”

  “Good. So, tell me how are things between you and Carter?”

  I softly smiled and looked out at the water, thinking back to last night. “They are good. At least I think so.”

  She was quiet for a moment. “So, I can’t help it, but this whole sudden relationship is sort of surprising to me.”

  I sat staring out at the ocean. “Why is that?”

  “We have been neighbors since he moved across the hall. I know all about what happened between the two of you. I was the one whose shoulder he cried on, it was my body he took out his frustrations on after you and since then, and the string of women that parade in and out of his apartment on a weekly basis has been unbelievable. I’ve wanted him for a long time, Hope. There was one point not too long ago when I figured for sure we were going to get together. It was the night you showed up. We had gone home together, and things were getting hot and heavy, and then suddenly he stopped and left and you showed up. I don’t like people who get in the way of things I want, Hope.”

  My stomach started to turn at her words. He’d been with Felice? The thought sickened me in every way possible, but I wasn’t going to let that part phase me. “He’s been with other women?” I choked out.

  “Yes, the door to his apartment is like a turnstile. One leaves, another enters. He loves to talk about the women he’s been with too. At first when he started talking to me about them, I figured it was to make me jealous, but then I wondered if it might be best to stay away from him. But let’s face it, he is hot. It’s
been somewhat of a challenge. He will be quite the catch for someone.”

  I bit my lip, fighting back tears. “Has he...has he said anything about me?”

  “Not to me yet, but I’m sure he is up there right now talking with the guys about you or one of his other conquests.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there, her words swimming around in my head. I watched a couple stroll down the beach, holding hands, and a couple of kids playing in the sand. Her words were killing me. He had strings of women and her? She finally broke the silence by clearing her throat.

  “Listen, Hope, I don’t want to come off sounding like a jealous friend, but just be careful with him, okay? Whatever it is that is going on between the two of you, make sure you really want it.”

  “What is that supposed to mean, Felice?”

  “Exactly what I said. Don’t play games with him.”

  I looked at her, not knowing what to say. She was acting as though Carter had been the only one to get hurt in our past.

  “Felice...” She cut me off before I could say anything else.

  “Seriously, Hope, you didn’t see him. Just be careful with him. Whatever hold he has on you has the potential to break him for anyone else.”

  I stared out into the water, wondering why she and I were even having this conversation. “Felice, I would never hurt him on purpose.” I wasn’t about to admit to her that I was afraid this time I may be the one to get hurt. Parades of women. Those words stuck in my head like they had been glued there.

  “Never said you would, but remember he’s a great guy who has a lot going for him. I would give anything to have a guy like him.”

  I frowned. “You’d give anything to be with a guy who had a parade of women coming in and out of his apartment? What kind of a girl are you, Felice?” I spat back.

  She bit her lip. “Okay, maybe it’s not quite as bad as I explained. I’m just saying...”

  “What are you saying, Felice?” I glared at her.

  “You know, I have wracked my brain trying to figure out where I know you from and it finally came to me last night while I was watching you pour yourself all over him. Two years ago, at my uncle’s Christmas party, you were dating my cousin, Trent.”

  “So what? That is no secret, Felice.”

  “No, it’s not. I guess what I am saying is you better tell Carter the truth before someone else does.”

  I didn’t know how to react to what she had just told me. “I see. Well thank you for your concern, Felice, but it’s none of your business.”

  “Carter is a friend of mine. It is my business.”

  I stood and turned my back away from her and continued looking out at the water. Felice continued to sit there, and I could feel the tension between us when I heard Carter’s voice calling my name in the distance.

  “That’s my cue.”

  I said nothing. I didn’t want her anywhere near me, and with Carter fast approaching, I needed to turn my mood around and fast. I looked over my shoulder in the direction from which I had heard him call my name and saw him walking across the beach toward us. Felice ran off in the other direction, and I stood there looking out over the water, fighting back tears. It was seconds later that I felt Carter’s hand run down my arm. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.

  We spent the rest of the night watching the entertainment that the resort put on. Felice had turned in early, and I couldn’t have been more thankful. After the show was over we had a couple more drinks and then we all turned in.

  After we returned to the room and made love, I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rapidly beating heart. A shiver ran through my sweat-covered body. “You cold?” he asked, pulling the blanket up over my bare shoulder and pulling me tighter against him.

  “A little,” I said quietly.

  He placed a kiss on my forehead and then lay back against the pillows. “You were pretty quiet tonight after we got back from the beach. Everything okay?”

  Of course I had been quiet. After Felice had spoken to me on the beach, I didn’t really have much to say. “Yep, I’m good.” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek, taking in the scent of his skin.

  I rested my head back on his shoulder and thought about the words she had said. I knew no matter what that Carter was going to find everything out. It was no secret that when I went back for the anniversary dinner, Daddy would be announcing the engagement, pushing me to get back with Trent anyway.

  “Can I ask you something?” I knew that after having sex with him, it probably wasn’t the best time to be discussing Felice, but my curiosity was getting the best of me.

  “Anything,” he murmured.

  “Felice? She is just your friend and neighbor, right?”

  “Friend and neighbor, that is all.” He took a deep breath. “But there was a time a while ago that I was involved with her, but it was over before it started for me. Why do you ask?”

  “No reason, just wondering.”

  “Did she say something to you, Hope?”

  “Nope. Nothing, I was just wondering.” I leaned up on one elbow and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight and we had to be ready to leave the resort at five. “We should get some sleep.”

  I turned my body away from Carter and felt him wrap his arms around me from behind. We had fallen asleep this way every night since we had been here. Only tonight, with the words of Felice looming in my mind and the upcoming anniversary dinner only a few days away, I had a hard time letting the ease of his breathing and the comfort of his arms lull me to sleep.

  25

  Hope

  We had been home a little over five hours when Carter was called into the law firm where he had been interning. I still had tonight off, so I ordered in takeout from a restaurant that Carter recommended and had just finished eating in front of the TV.

  When my show was over, I got up and threw out the empty container in the garbage. I quickly washed the plate and glass I had used and set it in the drain pan. Locking the apartment door, I grabbed my mug of hot tea and headed to the bathroom. I needed to unwind. I had been feeling super stressed since Felice had confronted me, and a hot bath was the perfect solution. I squirted a generous amount of my favorite body wash into the tub and started the water, making sure it was the right temperature. As soon as the tub had filled, I stepped in and slowly sunk into the hot water. I leaned back and rested my head against the back of the tub. As my body started to relax, I realized just how much tension I had been holding onto.

  As the heat sunk into my body, comforting me, my mind drifted straight to Carter. The last night in the Dominican Republic—how he stood talking with the guys, watching me across the way, that sexy smile on his face. The way he put his arm around me while we were walking back to the room, the way he had kissed me, his large hand on my cheek, pulling me toward him and devouring my mouth. How he had slowly undressed me, his eyes following his hands as they trailed over my body. I remembered how his hands felt as he gently touched me, dancing over my skin. Just thinking about it had my center start throbbing. Suddenly my phone pinged with a message, interrupting and pulling me away from my solitude and my dream state. I picked up the phone, hoping it was Carter, but as soon as I saw the message, my stomach sank.

  MOM: WHERE ARE YOU STAYING, SWEETIE?

  ME: DOES IT REALLY MATTER, MOM?

  MOM: YES, IT MATTERS. I WANT TO KNOW YOU ARE SAFE. DAD TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED.

  ME: I’M FINE, MOM.

  MOM: PLEASE TELL ME YOU’VE COME TO YOUR SENSES AND ARE AT TRENT’S.

  ME: YOU MEAN HE HASN’T SPOKEN TO YOU?

  I held my breath, waiting for her response.

  MOM: NO, HE HASN’T RETURNED OUR CALLS.

  ME: I’M IN THE CITY, MOM. I’M NOT WITH TRENT.

  I had figured that her reply would be instant, but instead the phone was quiet. I waited and waited to hear what she had to say. Finally her message came through.

  MOM: IN THE CITY? WH
ERE? WHERE ARE YOU STAYING?

  ME: IT DOESN’T MATTER. I AM SAFE.

  Really, that was what she was worried about? They were forcing me into a relationship with the biggest dick on the planet and she is worried about me living in the city alone. I rolled my eyes. I could take care of myself. As much as I didn’t want to tell her, I figured it would just be for the best.

  ME: DON’T TELL DAD, MOM, BUT I AM WITH CARTER.

  MOM: CARTER?

  ME: YES, MOM. CARTER, MY EX, THE BOY FROM OUR NEIGHBORHOOD.

  MOM: NEITHER YOUR FATHER NOR TRENT WOULD WANT TO KNOW YOU’RE STAYING WITH ANOTHER MAN. I THINK YOU SHOULD COME HOME.

  ME: I’M NOT COMING HOME. I’M TAKING SOME TIME, MOM. END OF STORY.

  MOM: YOU ARE COMING TO THE ANNIVERSARY DINNER, AREN’T YOU?

  My heart sank. I hadn’t asked Carter to join me for this dinner, and I wasn’t sure if he would say yes, but I had to ask him.

  ME: YES, I WILL BE THERE.

  I could only imagine the look on their faces when I showed up with Carter. I laughed as I imagined her sitting there with my dad, his head about to pop off. I would make a trip home before the dinner and speak with my father. I lay my phone down on the side of the tub. I didn’t want to read any more from her.

  When my phone pinged again, I decided I’d had enough of relaxing. I shut my phone off, got out of the tub, dried myself off, and wrapped the plush black towel around me. I grabbed my phone and my tea, opened the bathroom door, and went to the small kitchen to drop my mug in the sink. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and turned to head into the living room when I came face to chest with a man.