TAKING THE FALL - the Complete Series (19 page)

I like this chick, she’s got sass. But it’s not enough to make me change my mind.

“
I said no.”

Cherry drops her arms and walks slowly over to me. She gets up against my chest and looks me directly in the eyes. With her heels on she’s still only up to my shoulders, but right now it doesn’t matter. Those big beautiful eyes are looking at me with so much love. She puts her small hand on my chest and whispers “Please”. I’m finished. I can’t ever deny her when she’s like this, when I can see how desperately she needs something. I don’t know why she can’t be separated from her, but Layla wouldn't ask like this if she didn’t need it.

I look over Cherry’s head and glare at Jeanette. “We will go to your place. You’ve got exactly three minutes to grab a bag and get back in the car or we will leave without you. That’s the deal – take it or leave it.”

“
Deal,” she says excitedly.

“
All right. Let’s move,” I say and grab Cherry’s bags with one hand and Cherry’s hand with the other. I lead us outside to Saint who’s waiting in my GTO.

“
Cocksucking motherfucker,” I hear Jeanette mutter from behind me.

“
Problem?” I ask and eye her over my shoulder.

“
I didn’t realize this was a co-ed sleepover. I didn’t agree to spend lockdown with an asshole.”

“
Careful, Chuck Norris, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

Layla stops short and she pulls me to a halt. “What is it, baby?” I ask.

“
Just give me a second,” she pleads.

“
I’m going to load up the bags. Get your pretty ass in the car.” She nods yes, and I go to the trunk. Saint comes around to help me and we both watch the women talk.

After a few moments they both walk over to the car and get in without saying a word. I feel the tension between Saint and Jeanette and wonder what happened. I don’t ask, because it’s not my business. The reason Saint and I work so well is we have a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Don’t ask me shit and don’t tell me shit. End of story.

I get behind the wheel and we take off.

Twenty minutes later I’ve finally got my girl safe and secure. We’re in a warehouse outside of Reno. I had it converted into a fortress because I knew this day was coming. I knew I might need a place to protect Layla, and I would need a safe place for us to live, so I had this put together right when I got out. You have enough money you can get anything put together in a few months. The bottom floor is dedicated to living space. I’ve had it modernized with a living/dining area with an industrial kitchen. There’s a home theater, game room, and a small indoor pool. I’ve added a gym, a greenhouse, and even a panic room. I may have gone overboard, but my life has taught me a few things and one of them is have a back-up plan to your back-up plan.

Upstairs we’ve got seven rooms. One is an office and another is a library. The rest are set up for bedrooms. Our bedroom is the biggest and at the most private end of the building. There’s an emergency escape through there, as well as a small room off of it that would be perfect for the baby now that I think about it. Each room has its own bathroom, and our master has everything you can dream of. Huge tub big enough for the two of us, and a shower I can spend a lifetime fucking Cherry in.

“
When did you do all this?” Cherry asks in wonder as we reach the end of the tour. I saved the master bedroom for last, because once I saw her in here, I wouldn’t let her out.

Saint and Jeanette were silent on the drive here, and as soon as I showed them around they each claimed a room of their own and shut their doors.

“
The moment I found out what city you were in. I just had to hire out different contractors to different parts of the place. I couldn’t have one person knowing all its secrets.” I smile on the last part and walk up behind her; wrapping my arms around her waist.

“
You’re the first and last woman who ever walked through that bedroom door, baby.”

We both stand facing the bed and her fingers trace my forearms. “You see that bed, Cherry?” I ask and she nods. “We are going to argue, fight, laugh, cry, and play on that bed until I take my last breath.” I reach down and rub my big hand over her belly. “I love you and I love our little guy so much.”

“
I love you too, Carter,” she sighs with a smile, and it feels like we can both finally breathe.

I hold her like that for just another moment before I lead her over to the bed. I take her chin in my hand and look into her eyes. “Take off your clothes, Cherry. Hands and knees on the bed. It’s time I claimed all of you.”

She looks at me nervously, knowing what I’m thinking. “Just go slow, Carter. I’m nervous.”

“
I got you, baby.”

We both look at each other while we undress. She gets to her heela and I stop her. “No, baby, leave those on. I want to fuck them off you.”

She crawls to the middle of the giant king-size bed and gets on her hands and knees. I stand behind her, just looking at the gorgeous view. “Lean down on your elbows, baby, and spread your knees. I want to see all of you.” When she’s in perfect position, I go to the bedside table and take out a bottle of lube.

I get on the bed behind her and lean down to kiss each ass cheek. I rub my hands all over her body, relaxing her as I go. I kiss her thighs and work my way over to her pussy. I lick and tongue her there, and I can feel when her body starts to fully relax into me. She moves her hips and sticks her ass up higher, trying to get more of my mouth on her. I lick her clit and then fuck her pussy with my tongue. I work my way up to her pretty pink asshole and lick her there too. She twitches when I lick there, but doesn’t ask me to stop. I pull her ass cheeks apart and lick her some more. I run my tongue all over her tight ring and she moans into the bed. I touch her clit with my hand and she gets louder. I kiss her sweet asshole and finger her until she’s so close. I use the thumb of my other hand and push past her tight opening and start working her ass and pussy at the same time. She moves her body against my thrusts and moans for more.

“
Oh, God, that feels so good, Carter. I’m so close.”

“
Not yet baby,” I say. “Not until I’m in your ass.”

I take my fingers out of her pussy and grab the lube. I continue working her asshole with my thumb while I lube up. When I’m all slick and ready to go, I take my thumb out and put the tip of my cock against her hole. “Be still, baby, and we’ll go slow. Just breathe for me and stay relaxed. Rub your clit for me.”

I start to push and I feel her tense up. “Cherry, baby, just breathe.” I see her take two deep breaths and then nod, telling me it’s okay to keep going.

I push slowly until I feel the head of my cock breach her opening. “That’s it, baby. The hard part is over. Just keep breathing.

“
Easy for you to say, you don’t have a dick in your ass,” she answers sassily.

I smile, but don’t stop. I rock slow and shallow until she’s breathing normally and the look of pain is gone from her face.

“
Oh god, baby, you’re so tight here. I won’t take long; I just want to know I own this hole too.”

Layla moves her hips a little at my encouragement, and after a few more pumps I’m balls deep.

“
Jesus fucking Christ, Cherry. You did so good. I’m all the way in, baby.”

“
I need to cum, Carter. Please, I’m aching.”

“
I got you, baby. Keep rubbing your clit.”

I pull out, then slowly fuck back inside her. It’s a slow pace and she begs for more. Sweat breaks out all over my skin and I hang on to my control by a thread.

“
Speed up, Carter, please! Oh, God it feels so good.”

I lose my rhythm and just start fucking her. I grab her ass cheeks and go at her hard. Cherry suddenly starts screaming my name at the top of her lungs and I cum from the sound. My orgasm comes from every inch of my body and it feels like fire flowing through my veins. I cum hard and deep in her asshole as she hits her peak.

Cherry collapses in a sweaty heap on the bed and I slowly pull out of her. I go to the bathroom and clean up a little before bringing her a warm wash cloth.

“
Come here, baby, let me take care of you,” I say and gently wipe her down.

I go back to the bathroom and start the tub. I think my girl and I could use a nice long soak.

LAYLA

Leaning back in the bathtub, I can feel the warm water already working on my sore muscles. The last forty-eight hours with Carter has made my whole body deliciously sore, and I need a moment to recover. Carter was about to get in the bathtub with me when Saint knocked on the door, calling him away about something. I wanted to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself. I wanted to show Carter that I trust him, that I was okay with whatever he had to do so that we could be free and clear of my father.

Reaching for the body wash, I notice that it’s the same cherry blossom one I use at home. Looking around the bathroom I notice a lot of things in here are just like what I have at home. Hair products, robe, lotion, and even the same fancy electric toothbrush I have. No matter how demanding and caveman-ish Carter can be, it always seems to wrap around to me. He’s making sure I have what I need, and doing what’s best for me. I still can’t believe that for one moment he thought I would have blamed everything on him. This was my father’s doing. Carter may have had one reason for working for my father, but from the moment we met, everything was for me. How could I not love him?

Resting my head on the side of the tub, I rub by hand over my tummy. I close my eyes and daydream about our baby and our future together, just enjoying the warm water.

Next thing I know, I’m in Carter’s arms and he’s pulling me from the tub. I’m not sure if I dozed off for a few minutes or longer.

“
Cherry, baby, you’ve got to be more careful,” he admonishes me while gently toweling me off. He reaches down to take off his own shirt and slides it over my head. Then I’m back in his arms and he’s carrying me to the bed. He grabs the hair tie that’s currently holding my hair up, and pulls it loose so my hair tumbles down around my shoulders.

“
I gotta go out for a few hours, okay, babe? I just got some information I really need to look into,” he says, wrapping a lock of my hair around his finger. I wonder if he even realizes what he’s doing.

“
But it’s late. Don’t you want to crawl into bed and love on me?” I pout, trying to get him to stay. I know it’s already dark out. As much as I want this all to be done with, I hate the idea of Carter going out and “handling” it. What if he doesn’t come back? He’s already wasted so much of his life on this, first with his anger and fighting for revenge and now his fight for me – a fight that cost him eight years in prison. If I hadn’t been there he would probably have been free all these years. He’s spent so many years fighting for other people but has anyone ever really fought for him? He fought for his parents and fought to give them justice. Then he fought for me to live when he sacrificed himself to the cops saving me.