Taking The Fall(the Complete Series)(42)

“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.