Pick Me (Wait for Me Series Book 2)

by Walters, Dawne

  “You want to please me, don’t you kitten?”

  She nodded as much as she could and tried to relax.

  “Good girl.” He pulled out all the way and groaned as his cock left the hot moisture of her mouth

  Colette took great gulps of air as the tip of Carter’s cock waited at the entrance of her mouth, wet and hard. She felt saliva drip from her mouth, but neither of them seemed to care. She looked up again at Carter and opened her mouth.

  “Ready for more huh?” he smirked. “I’m gonna go hard and fast baby. If you can’t handle it, put one of your hands on my legs. Otherwise, you keep them back there.”

  She nodded.

  Carter slid in slowly again. Only this time, he didn't stop. Colette relaxed her jaw a little to open her throat and he slid in even farther, just to the point before he took her breath away, and stopped. He groaned loudly.

  “Oh kitten,” he whispered, “your mouth is fucking perfect.”

  Then, he started to move. Long slow strokes, pulling back until the head of his cock might pull out of her mouth, but then he’d push back in. He pulled her head back a little so that she was at a better angle for him, widened his stance and pushed back into her mouth with one hard push. He kept her head still and fucked her mouth with his cock. Her tongue swept over the head of his cock when he pulled back, other than that, suction took over. She sucked hard as he pushed in and out of her mouth.

  “Damn, you are so...ah fuck...kitten...dammit...” he groaned and watched as his cock tunneled in and out of her mouth. “Fuck me...kitten...this is so damn good.”

  Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she couldn’t swallow because he was so big and full in her mouth. She tried to and every time she did, Carter moaned her name in ecstasy. He took her roughly, but she didn’t care. Her hands twisted behind her back as Carter fucked her mouth. The wet sounds of his cock in her mouth and the throaty noises she made were making her wet. She could feel her juices on her thighs now as she sucked him. So, she rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some relief from the tingling and aching that was going on.

  The movement didn’t go un-noticed by Carter though, and he pushed his cock down into her throat to that point that she couldn’t breathe.

  “Are you wet kitten? Does your hot little cunt need some relief?” he teased her gruffly as she tried to nod her head. “Should I make you wait until I come? Or do you want me to come in your hot little cunt kitten?”

  She was getting ready to panic now. Just as she went to move her hand to touch his leg, Carter pulled out of her mouth completely, letting go of her hair and pulling her up the length of his body by her underarms. He kissed her quickly, a hard closed mouth kiss. Then, he spun her around so that her back was to the sofa and pushed her down on it. She bounced a little as her back hit the cushions. Carter was on his knees in a split second and had her legs splayed wide open in front of him.

  “Oh kitten,” he admonished, sliding a hand up her leg. “You are so fucking wet.” He slid that hand further up and teased her. He touched everywhere around her pussy, teasing her.

  Colette groaned, still gasping for breath, as her arm came up to wipe her mouth and chin. She’d never been so openly displayed for a man in broad daylight before. Her legs trembled a little.

  “Do you want to cum kitten?” he asked her, as his finger gently slid into the folds of her pussy.

  “Oh yes...please Carter,” she gasped.

  He slid his fingers through the folds of her pussy, teasing her. He held two of his fingers at her entrance as his thumb slid over her wet clit. She bucked up into his touch so that his fingers where pushed into her to the first knuckle. As her hips dropped to the sofa, his fingers were released. She was soaking wet. He smiled at her almost evil like and swiped his thumb over her clit again. This time, as she bucked her hips up, he quickly moved his hand to grab her hip, then captured her pussy with his open mouth, and she screamed his name.

  “CARTER!”

  He feasted on her with open mouth kisses, full of his tongue and lips. He swirled his tongue in her folds and over her clit as his hands held her up by her ass. He devoured her with his mouth, and just when she was about to come, he pulled back and let her ass fall to the sofa. He came up over her, his hands braced on the cushions by her head, his still hard cock resting at her opening; both of them breathing hard.

  Colette was going to tell him that she wanted him, but she didn’t have the chance. Carter thrust into her balls deep, making her scream and him call out her name just as loudly. He didn’t give her time to adjust to him; he pulled out and plunged back inside again and again. Colette’s arms came up and her hands slid over his shoulders, her short nails scoring his skin as he sank into her sweet body over and over again.

  She was in heaven. He moved down so that his mouth could claim hers. He devoured her with his mouth. His tongue plundering her hot mouth as his cock plundered her hot pussy. She pushed up as he pushed into her. Her little whimpers told him that she was going to come soon. He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth briefly, before letting it go.

  “You ready kitten...I can’t hold out much longer,” he grunted.

  “Oh God...Carter...yes...yesssss,” she moaned.

  He licked his two fingers, reaching between them to rub her clit, knowing it would intensify her orgasm. He only made two swift passes over her clit and Colette pushed her hips up, her feet digging into the sofa. The scream that filled the air was sure to bring the neighbors over.

  “Taylor.”

  “Taylor!”

  “Wake up fucker.”

  Carter jerked awake and sat up startled. He looked around and saw that he was in a bunker of sandbags, plywood and dirt. He was lying in his sleeping bag on his cot. HIs dick was rock hard. He was panting. Falling back against the cot, he rubbed his face with both of his hands. His Ranger buddy Thom Clifford was standing over him with a concerned look on his face. Then it hit him, he was deployed and something must have happened.

  “What?” Carter said sitting back up, swinging his legs over his bunk. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  Thompkins sat down on the bunk across from Carter. “Another dream of Colette? Or a nightmare?”

  “Damn man. That’s why you woke me?”

  “You were thrashing around like a mad man. I wasn’t sure what the fuck you were dreaming about.” Thom scratched the back of his neck looking uncomfortable. “Man, sometimes you do the same thing in your good dreams as you do in your nightmares. I thought I was helping out.”

  “It’s good man.” Carter said rubbing his face again. “I need a fucking shower anyway.”

  “Everything’s been quiet since you got in with your squad. I heard Captain Smith say that we were gonna go home early.”

  That got Carter’s attention. Ever since he got Harrison’s email three weeks ago, all he could think about when he was back on the FOB was Colette. He was ready to kick Gabe Moreno’s ass for hurting Colette. What was the guy thinking? Although he realized that Colette couldn’t control Rose or whatever the fuck that bitch’s name was, Gabe had to control his shit. It was clear to Carter that he couldn’t.

  The worse thing though? Finding out how Colette had collapsed when she’d been told that Carter had deployed. Harrison said she almost passed the fuck out. He was two months and a week into this deployment now, and he was ready to get back to Colette. Hank and Harrison had emailed a few times saying that he’d text Colette and see how she was doing. She always said that she was fine.

  They’d been busy this go ‘round in the Stan and had a lot more close calls. Not due to carelessness, just missions they had to go on. Sometimes they’d come back in looking worse for wear, but all together. Other times, a little more beat up, keeping Carter on his toes.

  He looked at Thompkins and shook his head. “When they tell us to pack our shit, that we are leaving early, then, and only then, will I believe it.”

  Thom Chuckled, “You okay man?”

  “Yeah,”
Carter answered. “I’m straight.”

  “I’m outta here then. Mission for tonight was cancelled. Target moved to undisclosed location. We are waiting for intel.” Thompkins clapped Carter on his shoulder and left.

  Chapter Twelve

  Carter rested his elbows on his knees and put is head in his hands. Ever since Colette chose Gabe he’d been kicking himself in the ass. He second guessed everything about himself and how he felt. Usually, he’d never let a woman decide. He made all of the choices. Maybe that was the problem. He gave Colette the choice when he shouldn’t have, especially after he’d had sex with her. What he didn’t understand was how passionate she was against him leaving for another deployment. That’s why he hadn’t told her he was leaving.

  Even his visit to see his parents in New York City, he’d second guessed himself. He let her choose. She didn’t choose him. He’d asked himself constantly what he’d done wrong, and came up with the same answer each time. Nothing. He let her choose. She didn’t choose him. Now that his mission for tonight was cancelled, Carter slid his legs back into the unzipped sleeping bag and lay back, remembering his visit with his family.

  “Yay! Carter’s home!” his youngest sister Erica called from the hallway of the family’s Manhattan home. She didn’t even let him put his duffel bag down; she grabbed him in a fierce hug.

  Carter dropped his duffel and took his sister into a tight embrace. His three sisters were short like their mother, but all of them had the Taylor blue eyes and dark brown hair. Only he and his dad were tall in the immediate family. He let his sister go after a few moments and grabbed his duffel again, looking around the spacious marble entrance. It was a far cry from his apartment in Savannah, but he wasn’t complaining.

  Making his way into the open living room, he looked out of the windows that showcased the Hudson River. It was dusk out, and the lights were on in the various buildings around them. He dropped his duffel by the entrance to the wide staircase to his left in the living room.

  “Everyone is in the dining room.” Erica announced, grabbing his hand and pulling him down a back part of the living room through the kitchen and into the dining room.

  “Carter!” his mother, Ermina, gasped. Her hand covered her mouth for a moment as she got up from her chair. “You said you weren’t coming home,” she said as she made her way to her son and embraced him tightly.

  “Thought I’d surprise you,” he smiled down at her and kissed her head as he hugged her.

  “Welcome home son.” His father, Carl, an older image of Carter, got up out of his seat as well and came over to give his son a hug. “It’s always good to see you.”

  “Sit down and I’ll get another plate and glass so you can join us,” his mother said, as she walked into the equally large open kitchen to retrieve a plate, silverware and a glass.

  Carter sat down and smiled to his other two sisters that were across the table, Elaine and Clarissa, smiles on their faces. His mother served him up a hearty slice of ham, sweet potatoes with pineapple, roasted potatoes and fresh green beans. He made small talk about how his trip was and things he’d been up to since his last time back home almost eight months ago. What he couldn’t talk of was Colette.

  He listened to his sister Elaine talk of her latest battle in the corporate courtroom, and the corrupt nature of a young greedy man and how he’d been caught embezzling money. Then, Clarissa talked of success as an advertiser for a clothier and how she was getting ready to travel to Paris and Milan for new collections. Lastly was his youngest sister Erica and how she was accepted into Cornell for architecture. She was to graduate in May from high school the following year and was ready to go.

  Carl was an executive for a highly sought after advertising agency that he started with his two best friends. And Carter’s mother was just as sought after, as a corporate lawyer, known for her prowess in and out of the courtroom. It went without saying by the family and friends of the family that what Carter made in a month as a U.S. Army Ranger, his parents made in an few mere hours of the day they worked. But no one questioned why the eldest child of Carl and Ermina Taylor went into the Army. There was no scandal that he was running from his family. It’s what he’d wanted to do as a young boy growing up in New York City.

  After dinner was finished and the small talk had almost dried up, the family as a whole set to clearing off the table. Something Ermina had started when her children were little. Elaine and Ermina went into Ermina’s study to discuss a case that Elaine was having a little trouble on. Clarissa begged off, saying that she had to head to her office to look at samples for a few shows that she was to prepare for, but she’d be back later. Erica had homework, so Carl had chased her upstairs to her room to finish. That left Carl and Carter.

  Carl led Carter up to Carter’s old room that was now decorated in masculine blues and browns. Gone were the Army Ranger posters, model cars and planes. His room on the back part of the building, his cherry sleigh bed faced a wall of windows that had a beautiful view of New York City. He tossed his bag on the floor beside his bed and looked at his dad.

  “What’s bothering you son?” Carl asked with a half smile on his lips. He could read his son like a book.

  “Can we go up to the terrace dad?” Carter asked. “I seem to think better with the breeze and the skyline.”

  “Come on.” Carl nodded.

  The two men went back down the hall and took the stairs up to the conservatory and pool area on the roof and stepped out into the breezy New York City air. As they passed the bar area by the pool, Carl opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. Then, he took a seat on the comfortable outdoor sofa, stretched out his long legs in front of him and crossed his ankles and rested his hands in his lap, holding his beer, waiting for his son to begin.

  Carter couldn’t sit down yet, so he paced in front of the u-shaped seating area. He took a long pull from his beer and looked out over the railing at the city, lit up all beautiful. He paced back to his dad who was sipping from his beer, still waiting, with a smirk on his face.

  “What’s her name son?”

  Carter spun to face his father with a surprised look on his face.

  “Colette,” he answered simply.

  “Ah, the lovely Colette. The young woman you told me about five months ago when you met me in Atlanta?” Carl asked, tipping his beer at his son before taking a sip.

  “How did you know dad,” Carter took another long pull on his beer, “that it was a woman?”

  “I had the same look on my face with your mother. The same one you are sporting now.”

  “I’m afraid this isn’t going to have a happy ending though dad.”

  “Why not?”

  So, Carter began, he told his dad everything. How he’d come home from deployment and this time it seemed different between he and Colette. Like their dynamic had changed. He’d told how Colette had seen his shrapnel wounds and how one thing led to another they’d made love...twice. Yet, instead of fighting for her, he practically let her go to another man. He let her choose, and she didn’t choose him.

  “It’s not too late if you ask me,” Carl said, getting up for another beer.

  “Why not?” he asked, when his father came out and handed him another beer.

  “Obviously she has feelings for you. She wouldn’t have been so concerned that you were going to deploy again, that she said she wanted you in her life.”

  “But...I only feel like she wants me in her life as a secondary.” Carter was wallowing. He knew it, and he really didn’t give a shit right now. He was tired of being strong. He needed the comfort of his dad right now.

  Leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, Carl started again. “Son, look at it this way. She wants you. Whether it’s just to be a part of her life as a friend or as a lover. You have to help guide her. I had to do the same thing with your mother, and we are blissfully happy.” He smiled at his son.

  Carter sat down, his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa. “Really
? You had to guide mom?”

  “Terrance Masterson,” Carl chuckled. “He was the biggest fucking dickhead too. Tuck and I had hired him on as a consultant. Your mom and I had just started...” he moved his head side to side, “seeing each other as friends. Having coffee, stuff like that. So, Terrance saw your mom in the lobby waiting for me to come back from across town for a meeting and thought that she was fair game. I think she had lunch with him a few times on the premise that we may have to go after some something or other. I don’t know.” He waived his hand back and forth, then took a sip of his beer.

  “Anywho, this jerk decides to make a move on Ermine. What he didn’t realize is that her friend Carmen was a good friend of mine and...well anyway, I find out. I am pissed. So, I go to your mother’s office, close the door and put the screws to her.”