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I feel her hips jerk and she cums, screaming my name. All it took was that one little swipe? Holy fuck, I had no idea she would go off so quick. The sound of my name on her lips while she comes is like a jolt to my system, and my cock is fully hard again.

She’s completely covered in my cum and I’ve never felt more drained. That orgasm hit me like a truck. Masturbating on her was the hardest I have ever cum in my life. I don’t care if I haven’t been with a woman in years; I had a feeling that with her, it would always be like this. I always knew that, even if I had her moments ago, I would want her seconds later.

I reach down and gently move her panties so that none of my cum is lost. She’s still coated in me and I want it to stay that way. Once her panties are in place, I gently pat her there, as if to say “good job”. I step back and put my still rock-hard cock back in my jeans. Immediately, she spins around and glares at me, but before she can speak I softly grab her by the jaw and look directly into her eyes.


We’re going inside to say goodbye to your friend. You’re going to get your shit, and then we’re out of here.”

I know I’m being harsh but I’ve been away from her for too long and I need to be alone with her as quickly as possible. I’m trying to rein myself in, but the hard edge of prison can’t be blunted so easily.


But,” she starts to say but I interrupt. “Now.”

I reach down and pull her dress back in place. I think about making her wear my leather jacket because I hate the idea of her walking around in that dress. It looks like it was made just to fucking piss me off, but I know if I take my jacket off, my gun will be visible.

I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the nose, and she looks at me with a mix of anger and shock. I turn her towards the door and lay a loud smack on her ass. She lets out a loud yelp and glares over her shoulder at me.


Move it, Cherry.”

 

LAYLA

Carter’s here. Not only that, I just begged him to fuck me.

In my fantasies I always beg him. In fact, the more I grew to hate him over the years because of his rejection, the rougher my fantasies became. It was like my mind, body and heart were always at war. To reconcile myself with these thoughts, I would just think about him taking what he wanted. I could fight him and act like I didn’t want him, but I did. I think it’s part of what I’ve always wanted, why I was drawn to him to begin with. He has this dark edge that I seem to crave. I want him to take it out on my body, because only I can soothe it. I want to take away his darkness and give him some of my light.

What the hell is wrong with me? It took my intoxicated mind a beat to realize it was him. At first I thought I was seeing things, but there was no way what just happened wasn’t real. I can still feel his warm cum sliding down my thighs. I thought he was big the last time I saw him, now he looks like a freaking mountain. A terrifying, treacherous mountain.

My mind is racing with a thousand questions, but my body is dying for another release. God, as shameful as it is to think it, I just wish he would have taken me out there—turned me around, put his hand over my mouth and just drove in. I came for him with just a little touch, even though I was fighting it. Now he knows what I really like and that terrifies me. He might just take what he wants from me, and as much as it scares me, a voice in the back of my head wants it too.

I have to remind myself that the last time I saw Carter he wanted nothing to do with me so maybe this is part of his game. I still can’t remember what happened that night eight years ago, but one thing I know for sure is that Carter went away for manslaughter. He had killed one of my dad’s lackeys. Maybe he blames me and he’s here for revenge. Men like Carter don’t leave anything unfinished. If they think they’re owed their pound of flesh, they're going to collect. Over the years Carter worked for my father, I could see this dark edge and the fear he instilled in people. He wasn’t a man to be messed with. I often wondered if my father kept him around because of how good he was at his job or because he feared getting on the wrong side of him.

Carter never looked at me before like he did tonight. His eyes would always go soft when he looked at me, but I haven’t gotten those eyes in a long time.

Pulling my dress down farther and hoping I’m covering up as much of my cum-soaked thighs as possible, I look for a way out. I need to get away for a minute and process what’s happening. Why is Carter here and what does he want from me? Did my father send him? Whenever I think of my father, a jolt of fear shoots through me and I’m not even sure why.

At that thought, I stumble.

Grabbing my waist, Carter pulls me to his chest to straighten me before I fall. “You and those fucking shoes, Cherry,” he murmurs in my ear.

I spin around and poke him in the chest. Damn, he’s huge. Even in my heels I only come up to his pecs. So much for never having to look up to a man again. “What’s wrong with my shoes?” I snap. Seriously? I’m fighting with him about my shoes? “And stop calling me Cherry!” I finish. Oh my God, I’m losing my mind. I need to focus. I need to get the hell out of here.

Carter gives me a half smile, like my yelling at him is adorable or something. Glaring at him, I lift my “fucking shoe” and stomp it into his foot. Leaning his head back, he lets out a laugh that reminds me of when I was younger and I would try to get his attention. For a moment I’m lost in the Carter that I fell in love with when I was sixteen. I didn’t care that he was ten years older than me. I used to love trying to find ways to make him laugh. I never saw him give that laugh to others, but I could get it. I thought that one day I would make him fall in love with me. That dream died when I went to the prison to see him, and he acted like I was nothing.

Pulling me in close I can feel the hard ridge of his cock press into me.


Glad to see you got that fire still in you, Cherry. I can’t wait to try to tame it. Now tell your friend goodbye. We’re leaving.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilts my head back farther and puts his mouth on my neck and sucks hard. He then licks up to my ear and makes my desire shoot through the roof again. How can this man make me feel this crazy with need when no other can?


You try anything, Layla, and I’ll have your ass. Eight years I’ve waited for this day and I’m done waiting.”

My whole body goes rigid at his words, and I swear the buzz I had from the alcohol has left my body completely. It’s like a gallon of ice water thrown on me. “Eight years I’ve waited for this day,” plays over and over in my mind. I’m not a naïve girl. I know what my father and his men did to people who wronged or crossed them. It seemed like revenge was the reason Carter was here. For all I know, I deserved it.

I look around but don’t see Jeanette anywhere and it gives me an idea.


Hmm…I don’t see Jeanette. She’s probably in the bathroom,” I say and make my way to the back of the bar towards the restrooms. I feel him right behind me. A tall, slender man who looks about my age goes to grab my arm, and before I have a chance to brush him off, Carter has him by the throat.


Don’t touch what’s mine,” he growls before throwing him like a rag doll, sending a table toppling in the process. Everything goes quiet and the people near us take about two steps back.


Anyone else touches her and I’ll break their fucking fingers,” he bellows across the bar. Grabbing me by the arm, pulling me close, he leads us towards the restrooms. I can’t imagine the looks he is giving everyone. I’m not sure what to do with the possessiveness I can feel pulsing from him, or what it means. It’s scary as hell but exhilarating too.

When we get to the bathroom, he takes my mouth in a hard kiss that stops before it really starts.


Be quick, Cherry. I’m already on edge,” he says, licking his lips like he can’t get enough of my taste.

I discreetly lick my own lips to try to get a taste of him too. I nod my answer before making my way to the bathroom. There is only one stall, a sink, and a window that sits low to the ground. I know it might be my only opportunity to get away from Carter. I peer under the stall door to check if anyone’s in there. I see Jeanette’s shoes and a man on his knees with his cock in his hand stroking himself.


That’s it, Daddy. Show me how sorry you are for canceling on me. Eat that pussy good and maybe I’ll let you fuck it,” I hear Jeanette’s voice purr.


Daddy?” I whisper to myself. I let out a hysterical giggle at the whole situation. I have a man on the other side of the door who wants God knows what with me, and Jeanette in here calling some man ‘Daddy’ while he eats her out.


God, Mama, you taste so fucking good,” I hear the man say. “I bet you’ll taste even better once I cum in it. You’re going to let me cum all inside you, aren’t you? I bet this pussy is aching for a load of me.”


Jeanette!” I snap. I hate to kill her mood but I’ve got to get us on the same page right now. I can’t tell her about Carter because I don’t want to pull her into this mess. She’s the only solid person I’ve had in my life and I’d hate for her to get hurt just for being a wonderful friend to me.

A few seconds later the bathroom stall opens and out walks the guy Jeanette had been eyeing at the library, the same guy she said stood her up last night.


Nice to see you again, Layla,” he says as he wipes his mouth with his hand and makes his way to the door.


I’ll see you at the bar, Mama. Don’t keep me waiting because I’ll be fucking that pussy tonight,” he warns before he leaves.


God, that man knows how to use his mouth. The name ‘Saint’ really fits him—I’m pretty sure I heard angels singing when he did this little trick with his teeth. I was working on my third orgasm before you busted in, you little cock block,” Jeanette grumbles. She tries to get her dress back under control. God, I love her. I can’t let my life rain down on hers.


Jeanette, I totally saw Justin out at the bar and I really don’t want to face him tonight.” The lie rolls effortlessly off my tongue.


I was hoping to take Saint home with me tonight but if you want to head out I’m down with that too. This is girls’ night anyways; we can do a sleep over my place…oh, and stop at Taco Bell,” she says.


No, no. I know you’re really into this Saint guy and I’m actually feeling tired. I was hoping to slip out the bathroom window so I don’t have to talk to Justin at all. He saw me come in here so I’m sure he’s just waiting for me to come out. I can’t deal with this tonight, especially since I’ve been drinking.”


You’re going to sneak out the window?” Jeanette asks, widening her eyes and looking at me like I’ve lost it.


Hey, you were getting it on in the bathroom stall so no judgment, okay?” I respond, hoping she’ll get on board. She can’t stand Justin so I’m sure she’s down with the idea of us going back out there and telling him to beat it.


Please, you owe me after dumping him with my phone,” I beg.


Fine, if you want to crawl your ass out the window, have at it. Text me when you get home. And text me the cabbie’s ID number too,” she says as she starts to fix her smeared lipstick.


Hmm…one more favor, Jeanette. Can you wait, like, five minutes before you leave the bathroom, just to be safe? Just to make sure he doesn’t try to run out front or anything,” I ask and give her a pleading look.


Lays, it’s freaking
Justin
. He’s not going to cause a scene,” she says exasperatedly and turns to look at me. Her face softens and I’m sure she can see my distress. Luckily she doesn’t know the real reason for it. “All right, I’ll stay in the bathroom.” I cross the tiny space and wrap her in a big hug, not knowing if this will be the last time I’ll see her. I’m not totally sure what I’m going to do once I get out of here. My options don’t seem that great.

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