by J. L. Beck
“Kyle, we can still be friends.” I hated doing what I was doing to him. I knew he had enough going on, but Carly and I deserved our very own happily ever after and if we didn’t tell him, we would never get it.
“No.” He laughed like a crazy person. “We can’t. I won’t be friends with a man that is fucking my daughter.” I guess putting it that way seemed a bit degrading. I shrugged. He would come around to all of this.
“Well, this is how it’s going to be from here on out, Kyle. I’m going to marry her, and have a family with her. If you want to be apart of any of that, then you’ll have to get over this.” I announced, wrapping Carly up in my arms, her sweet flowery scent washing over me, making it easier to focus on the good instead of the bad that this conversation brought out.
“No. I won’t fucking be apart of any of this.” He pointed a finger at all of us, signifying just how done he was. Without even giving us another backwards glance, he stomped into the house and then out the front door, the roaring sound of his Mercedes told me he was leaving.
“This is going to kill your father, Carly. I hope you understand that.” Sarah added, stomping towards the door, clearly just as mad as Kyle.
“No, you already did mom. You killed dad when you decided you needed more than just your kids and a husband. You made a selfish choice and destroyed this family, so leave, walk away it’s literally the only thing I’ve seen you do in the three years.” I wanted to high five Carly so badly, her mom stopped dead in her tracks and twisted on her heels, an evil sneer on her face.
“I did what I needed to do, Carly, and I hope you never have to go through anything like that.” Sarah tried to threaten Carly and scare her, but that wasn’t okay with me.
“She never will, because she has me and I’ll never give up on loving her.” I growled, holding Carly to my chest. Sarah turned around and walked into the house, flipping me the bird. She didn’t give a fuck about Carly.
This whole time I was worried about ripping a family apart and hurting people, when those things had already been done. If anything, I made at least one person’s life better, and that was all that mattered.
“I’m sorry, baby girl…” I turned her in my arms and pressed my lips to her forehead. I was sorry. Sorry she had a shitty mom, and sorry that her dad didn’t understand our love.
“Don’t be sorry. It was all going to hell long before we decided to be together, Nash.” She assured me, lacing our fingers together. Now that the truth was out Carly and I didn’t have to hide anymore. We could be together. We could be happy. We could get married and have kids.
“I love you.” I wrapped my arms around her and took a deep breath of her scent, letting the smell calm my furious temper. No one was going to hurt my baby girl anymore.
“I love you, too.” She whispered, letting me lift her up into my arms. I went into the house, hoping like hell that everyone had scattered, because I planned on owning this woman in every way, right now.
Chapter Eight
Carly
After Nash met Avery, he all but told her and my brother that they needed to leave because he and I had unfinished business. I was giddy with emotion the entire time he was on the phone, ordering takeout. I had nowhere I needed to be, which meant neither of us would be leaving this house, or my bed, any time soon.
I had saved my virginity for him and I planned on letting him unwrap me like I was a present on Christmas morning.
“I’ve waited for this day for over 660 days, Carly. I tried. I fuckin’ tried so hard to stay away from you, and let you go.” I wanted him already, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
We were snuggling in my bed with the TV on, but neither of us planned on watching it. I gazed up at him watching his eyes darken as I reached for the button on his jeans. He was a bad boy wrapped up in a tight bow and I had every single intention of getting the dirty man to make an appearance with me tonight.
“You’re playing with fire, Carly. I’ve restrained myself for a very long time, but my patience is very thin right now.” I could tell from his clipped voice that he wasn’t lying. What he didn’t understand was that I didn’t want the patient Nash. I wanted the rough and wild Nash, the man that would break me, and piece me back together again.
“Maybe I want to play with fire. Maybe I want to get burned.” I taunted, the button on his jeans coming undone. My mouth was watering as I pulled the front of his jeans down, exposing the very top of his groin.
“Oh, really?” He growled, and in a second I was on my back, with Nash, the big bad beast, hovering above me. He shucked his pants in less than thirty seconds. With the drama with my dad out of the way, I felt more than ready to give myself over to him. Nash was mine, and now we could be together without hiding it.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, my nails raking over his chiseled chest. I could feel the tightening of his muscles beneath my hands. He leaned into my face, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.
I moaned into his mouth, the bite of pain making my belly flip-flop. He kissed the pain away with a rough slam of his lips against mine. Nash made me feel whole, even as he peeled my clothes from my body exposing me from the inside out, for the first time ever.
Slowly, my yoga pants were removed and tossed to the floor, followed by my t-shirt. I laid beneath him in nothing but my bra and panties. My pussy tightened as he pulled his shirt off, giving me a good look at his body again.
“I’m going to expose you and peel back all the layers of who you are. Nothing is ever going to separate us again.” He announced, rolling me over to unclasp my bra. As I lay on my back, his fingers trailed along my spine, his feather light touch causing my body to shiver.
“I’m ready for you, Nash. I want you.” I pawed at the bed sheets, my ass arching into his touch. My body knew exactly what to do and how to react to his touch. I could feel the warmth of his body heat on my back and I desperately wanted to roll over and touch him.
“Let me take care of you, baby girl, because when it comes times for me to fuck you, I want it to be perfect. I want your pussy to be slick and dripping for me.” I couldn’t even comprehend the emotions I was feeling.
One second Nash was above me, and the next he was under me, lifting my hips and placing my pussy directly on his face.
“Nash…” I questioned, apprehensive to the fact that I was sitting directly on his face. What if I suffocated him?
“Ride my face, baby.” His voice was muffled, as he flicked his tongue against my clit. I reared up, pulling myself up off his face. It wasn’t the first time he had eaten me out, but it was the first time he asked me to sit on his face. His hands came up, wrapping around my legs, holding me in place as he brought me back down onto his tongue.
This time when I came down he was relentless, his tongue licking me up and down until I started to move all on my own against his tongue.
“Sweet Baby Jesus!” I cried out, my hands going straight to his hair. I could feel him smile against my pussy and wanted to slap him. He was teasing me.
Once he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, he adjusted me, using one of his hands to finger fuck me. His thick digit sliding through my folds and into my pussy with ease. I was saturated, dripping fucking wet.
“I could spend hours between your legs; teasing… sucking, sipping, and tasting you.” I fell apart right there on his face, my muscles quivering as he continued his delicious assault against my pussy.
Each pleasurable wave hit me directly in the chest, making it hard to breathe. I gripped Nash’s hair tightly between my fingers, willing him to stop, but begging him to keep going.
The building of another orgasm coursed through my veins. I was floating, my entire body as light as a feather. All I could feel was Nash’s tongue and fingers owning my body.
“Cum. Now, Carly. I want to taste those sweet pussy juices on my tongue.” I had never cum on command, but Nash’s deep demanding voice pushed me over the edge. I gripped onto his shoulders, my nails sinking i
nto his flesh as I held on for dear life while he sucked my clit so hard I was sure he was going to swallow it.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I could only muster up the one swear word as I ground my entire body weight against his mouth. My legs quivered and every muscle in my body clamped up. My heart thudded loudly in my ears and I wondered how on Earth it could get better than this.
“Mmm… I’ll never get tired of feasting on you, baby girl.” He muttered, slithering out from underneath me, leaving me clutching onto the sheets. I was on the edge of pleasure, and sensitive as hell. Nash rolled me over, a dark but extremely gentle look in his eyes.
He looked as if he wanted to destroy me, but savor me at the same time. I understood his need, because that same feeling pumped through my veins.
“I’m ready, Nash. Take me. Own me. Destroy me.” I moaned, and he did. He rolled one of my nipples between two of his fingers and I arched into his touch. My body was on fire, and the burn that consumed me refused to be extinguished.
“It’s going to hurt like a bitch, baby, but I swear to you I’ll do better next time. Every single time after this will be amazing.” Nash’s voice was cool and calm and I nodded my head in understanding as he centered the head of his cock at my entrance. I could feel the cold metal of his piercing, and wondered if it would hurt when it went inside.
“Oh fuck…” I purred, as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while he messaged the other one. I was on cloud 9 when he finally started to slip between my folds. He was big, and I was tight, so it would be a painful fit.
My breaths came out in pants as I watched Nash push the head into my tight hole. His muscles tightened as he restrained himself, moving into me as slowly as humanly possible.
“Oh God!” The pain developed in my belly and radiated down through my pussy. I was more than ready, I was dripping, but the fact that my pussy had never been spread so wide before caused most of the pain.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as his forehead pressed against mine, his warm breath fanning against my cheeks. Tears pricked my eyes as he slammed into me hard, a tight pinching and searing heat flooded me.
My lips quivered as pain took over any remaining pleasure. I felt nothing but a searing heat in my belly. Nash was imprinting himself deep inside of me, his cock owning every ounce of who I was.
“Nash.” I was breathless as I looked him straight in the eyes and urged him to keep moving. I wanted this to be done now that it had started. After a few seconds of no movement, he started moving again, his movements slow and jerky as my pussy clenched his cock tightly.
“You’re so fucking tight, Carly. Your pussy is milking my cock of everything it has.” His dirty words helped relieve some of the pain and as it receded he sped up, his pace quickening as I started to match him thrust for thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Yes.” Nash gripped me under the ass as he slid into me over and over again. The hard metal of his cock-piercing rubbed against my g-spot. I understood why he said it would be my damnation now. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.
“Fuck me. I’m cumming, baby. Your pussy is so tight.” Nash growled, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he bit me hard, the pain from his bite and the thrust of his hips into mine was delicious, but not enough to make me cum.
I could feel Nash’s cock pulsing deep inside me, his hot cum filling my tight hole. I had never felt so whole before, my entire body was humming, my heart beating like a jackhammer out of my chest.
Nash cradled me against his chest, peppering soft kisses against my face, shoulders, and throat, until his dick went limp inside of me.
Long moments of silence where no words were needed formed between us. Anything that we could say to each other we already had with our bodies.
“It was everything I expected it to be.” I whispered, feeling a cramping between my legs as I moved. There was a smear of blood against the bed sheets but it didn’t scare me to see it. I knew what to expect.
“I fuckin’ care for you like I never have anyone in my life, Carly. I love you, and I’m so blessed that you saved this part of yourself for me. Do you understand me? I’m honored to be your first, baby girl, and I promise to bring you pleasure every single time we fuck, or make love, from this day forward.” He spoke into my hair, spooning me from behind, his steel hard cock poking me directly in the ass.
I ground my pussy against his cock again, wanting to see if it would feel better the second time around.
What I didn’t expect was for Nash to grip my hip tightly and halt any further movements. I looked at him over my shoulder in question.
“You’re sore and I know it, baby girl. Don’t hide it. There will be tons of time for us to fuck and make love but don’t push it. I’m restraining myself from taking you again right now, and you grinding your pussy on me is making it a lot harder than it needs to be.” Nash ground out. He wasn’t annoyed with me; in fact it was quiet the opposite. He wanted me, and it was killing him not to have me again. Knowing I had teased him enough over the years I listened to him, settling into his arms and letting him hold me tight.
My family drama might be through the roof, but at the end of the day I had someone here to take care of me and make sure that I was okay.
“Thank you for being so sweet, and the most perfect man ever.” He snickered; the smell of our scents clashing together mixed with sex in the air relaxed me further.
“It’s not me that’s perfect, baby, it’s you and that’s the reason I am the way I am.” Nash wasn’t perfect, he was flawed just like anyone else in this world but in my eyes, he would always be the most perfectly flawed person.
Chapter Nine
Nash
Claiming Carly was the most intense thing I had ever done. She was under my skin and in every single thought I had. It had only been a week since we slept together but I tried my hardest to keep my distance from her, because being so close to her but not being close enough was driving me crazy.
Today I had plans of doing something greater than fucking Carly, though. I needed to make amends with Kyle and that meant going to him. I had sealed our fates, but that didn’t mean I wanted things to go bad with Kyle. Giving him some time to digest our relationship was the right thing, and the better thing was going to him again and trying to make things right.
I drove my bike up to his house, knowing I was either going to get thrown out by the police or welcomed inside. I parked on the road, and then walked the sidewalk up to the front door.
I stopped, thinking for a second about the things that we had been through. The fights. The parties. The girls. Kyle had every reason in the world to be scared of me being with his daughter, after all, he knew me better than anyone else did.
What he didn’t know though, was that my love for Carly ran deeper than anything else. I would worship the ground she walked on. I would provide and protect her under any circumstances.
She owned me; mind, body, and soul.
I raised my fist, knocking loudly on the door. Seconds passed and then the door was flung open, an angry Kyle standing before me.
“What the fuck do you want?” He demanded. The scowl on his face and the sleepless look in his eyes showed how much he had been suffering.
“Can I come in?” I asked, not wanting to have this argument out in the street.
“Sure. Come in. Take over the place. I don’t care.” He really was defeated. I stepped inside the condo, taking notice of the disastrous state that the place was in. Clearly, I hadn’t thought through the damage that my admission would cause.
“I never meant to hurt you, Kyle. I’m not here to replace you. I’m still your friend. I just love your daughter.” I remained calm, knowing that anger and rage wouldn’t get me anywhere.
“You never meant to hurt me?” He turned on his heels, fire flickering in his eyes. I stood very still, remaining calm and reminding myself that this needed to be fixed. That Kyle and I couldn’t hate each other if we both
wanted to have a part in Carly’s future.
“No. Loving your daughter was never part of the plan. I didn’t expect to fall for her, Kyle.” Anguish hit me in the gut. I never expected to want Carly like I do. To fall in love with her was even more foreign, but she wanted me and I wanted her and I wasn’t going to tell her no just because Daddy didn’t approve.
“I know you, Nash. I know how many women you’ve been with. Your track record.” He was pissed now, as he crossed the room getting right in my face.
“I trust you, but I don’t trust you enough not to break my daughter’s heart.” His voice was low and sinister, and it hit me then. He wasn’t mad at me for being with Carly, he was mad because he thought I was going to destroy her and I wasn’t.
“I love her. I fuckin’ love her. I would lay down my life for your daughter. I’ve fucked up in the past and done some really bad shit, but that’s done with. I’m with Carly now. I want to marry her and have kids. I want whatever the hell she wants out of life.” I pushed back, letting my words sink deep into his thickheaded skull.
“You don’t love her.” Kyle took a step back away from me and in the direction of his bar, where empty bottles of bourbon lined the wood counter.
“I do fuckin’ love her and even if you don’t accept us being together, were still going to be. I just wanted to try and make amends with you because I know Carly cares about you. I did the right thing, Kyle. I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t fuck her like I would’ve had she been anyone else. I respected you. I did right by you, and I will do right by Carly till the day that I die.” I was done. If he didn’t believe me then that was on him, but the way I felt about his daughter wasn’t going to change.
Carly was my girl, not Daddy’s anymore and if he couldn’t swallow that pill, then he didn’t need to be around either of us.