The Cartel (16 page)

Grunting lustfully, Carter picked her up by her waist as she wrapped her long legs around his body, grinding her hips into him with a fuck-me passion. The friction alone had her ready to climax. The heat between the two of them burned recklessly as Carter carried her to the oversized cherry wood dresser that sat against the wall, sweeping everything off of it in one motion, causing a loud crash to erupt through the condominium.

“Shh!” she whispered as she sucked on his neck. “Harper is going to hear us.”

Carter ignored her and sat her onto the dresser. He opened her legs, while she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. He entered her without hesitation, moving with a slow rhythm, holding both of her thighs open as wide as they would go. He looked down at his dick as it moved in and out of her. The sight of her massaging her swollen clitoris made his manhood swell even more, and he pounded into her relentlessly.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Is everything all right in there?”

Miamor’s eyes grew wide in alarm at the sound of Harper’s voice. Carter was fucking her so good that she couldn’t stop the moans from slipping off her tongue. She looked at Carter.

“He heard us,” she whispered.

Carter continued to fuck her as he whispered, “Then you better stop all of that moaning, ma.”

In and out, in and out …
Miamor groaned in pleasure, “Uh-uh, I can’t,” as she thrust her hips at him in a slow grind. Until now she’d never had a nigga who had a big dick and knew exactly how to use it. She was losing her mind. “Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good,” she moaned as she made the lower half of her body roll in circles.

“Excuse me, guys, is everything okay?” Harper asked again.

Miamor began to reply, “Everything is—ooh shit!” But Carter hit her with the death stroke, hitting her G-spot and silencing her.

In and out, in and out, round and round.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” she screamed as the mirror to her dresser began to hit the wall it was leaning against. “Carter! Oh my God, baby, yes!”

Knock, knock, knock!

“Harper, we’re fine! Everything is—Yes, Carter, right there! Carter, don’t stop!” she moaned.

Carter was making her body explode in ways she had never experienced, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

“I’m cumming!” she announced. “Oh my, oh!” she screamed one last time before her body went limp in Carter’s arms.

Seconds later, Carter climaxed as well and kissed her sweaty forehead before releasing her.

“Get rid of Harper,” she said as she pushed him gently off of her. “And when you do come back to me, I’ll be waiting in my bed.”

Miamor removed the rest of her clothing and then got underneath her luxury comforter as Carter pulled up his pants and backpedaled out of the room, eyeing every curve on her body. Harper stood checking his watch as Carter walked into the living room, adjusting his jeans.

When Harper looked up and saw Carter walking toward him with his shirt off, his mouth hit the floor in surprise. “Umm-I-I …” Harper didn’t know what to say as he adjusted his glasses nervously. He had certainly heard what had taken place in the bedroom. The small hard-on that showed through his business slacks and the red embarrassing flush of his face indicated that he had heard everything.

“I’ll take the first place we viewed. You’ll have your money tomorrow.” Carter opened the front door for Harper.

Astonished, Harper headed for the door. “Okay, I-I—” Before he could say another word, Carter closed the door in his face.

He made his way back to Miamor and picked up where they had left off, pleasing her in every sexual way over and over again until she was so tired that she could no longer cum.

Miamor lay cuddled up to Carter. She was so comfortable in his embrace.
I could get used to this,
she thought.

“Why are you selling your spot?” he asked her out of the blue.

“I can’t stay here. I shared this place with my sister, and ever since she died, it just doesn’t feel like home. Everything in here reminds me of her. I miss her.”

“There’s nothing wrong with missing her, Miamor. Selling your crib won’t erase that feeling.”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” she whispered. “I just want to enjoy my time with you. Ain’t no telling how long you’ll be around. I have to appreciate you while you’re here,” she said half-jokingly.

“I’m here as long as you want me to be.” Carter pulled her on top of his body. She lay directly on top of him and rested her head against his chest as he stroked the top of her head. Carter looked down at the beautiful young woman and felt connected to her.

Carter didn’t know it yet, but she loved everything about him. She loved the way he was rubbing her head. She loved the way he dressed, the confident swagger that he possessed, and the dimple on the side of his face was an added plus. She definitely loved how he had put his thing down on her. Both times they had slept together she had been completely satisfied. She was checking for him in the worst way.

They lay there together for hours, and eventually Carter slipped into a comfortable sleep. Miamor heard his deep breathing and eased her body off of him. She made sure that he was undisturbed as she tiptoed away from the bed.

It had been so long since she had seen a man in her bed, and she couldn’t believe that she had allowed Carter to seduce her once again. She didn’t regret it though. Everything in her wanted to get to know the man that lay in her bed, and she was grateful for his presence. She picked up his button-up shirt and put in on. The shirt swallowed her, but she wore it anyway.

She went into the kitchen and opened her refrigerator to see what she had to cook. There wasn’t much of anything. She and Anisa ate out most of the time, so besides breakfast food and bottled water, there wasn’t much inside.

She grabbed the phone book and ordered a gourmet dinner from a five-star restaurant that was close to her home. She went out to pick up the food, and when she came back, she set up her dining room and arranged the table. She also brought out a bottle of vintage Merlot from her wine rack and lit two apricot-scented candles, setting the mood for the perfect evening.

Miamor didn’t want to wake Carter before she showered, so she handled her business and then dressed in a seductive Victoria’s Secret camisole and panty set. The gold fabric looked good on her brown skin. She then put soft curls in her hair and went into her room and climbed on top of Carter.

“Wake up,” she called out.

Carter opened his eyes when he felt her nudge him. He pulled her down onto him playfully. He enjoyed the way she felt in his arms.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh yeah, show me what you got.”

Miamor grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She dragged him into the dining room where a full-course dinner consisting of New York strip steak, steamed vegetables, garlic potatoes, and Caesar salad awaited him.

“You made all this?”

“Yeah, I can do a little something in the kitchen,” she replied, telling a little white lie. She wanted to hook this man, and allowing him to think that she could cook was a part of her plan.
I’ll buy this nigga breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of his life if I have to.

Carter looked at her with a “quit bullshitting” expression on his face, but was flattered by her attempt to impress him. He took a seat at the table, and they enjoyed the food and drank an entire bottle of champagne together.

They laughed and chatted like old friends, getting to know each other better, both of them hiding secrets that they couldn’t tell if they wanted to.

After they ate, Carter removed her plate from in front of her and took it into the kitchen along with his own. “Yo, Mia, where your garbage?” he yelled.

“It’s in the kitchen closet!” she yelled back. As soon as the words left her mouth, she hopped up out of her seat. “Wait!” As soon as she walked into her kitchen, she saw Carter standing with the food delivery bags in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Homemade, huh?”

“I never said
homemade.
Those were not my exact words,” she defended playfully, knowing she had just been busted.

Carter put the bags down and wrapped his arms around her waist. “That’s okay. You don’t have to know how to cook, ma. We’ll hire a chef.”

Miamor laughed sweetly as she hid her face in his chest from embarrassment.

He lifted her face and kissed her lips gently. “I had a good time with you. I haven’t been this comfortable with a woman in a long time.”

“Good.” She tiptoed and kissed his lips again. She could feel the night coming to an end and wished she could turn back the hands of time and relive the last few hours again.

“I’ve got to go,” he stated. He noticed her eyes go from happy to sad in a split second.

Miamor nodded. “Don’t make me wait another two weeks before you show your face again.” She looked him in the eye seriously.

“Don’t worry, ma, I won’t,” he replied as he walked into the room and gathered his clothes.

Miamor walked him to the door, and although she hated to see him go, she didn’t protest. She didn’t want to seem desperate, and she definitely didn’t want to scare him off by being to clingy. She stood hugging her door as he walked out.

Carter kissed her forehead and said, “Close this door and lock it behind me.”

“I will.” Miamor waved one last time. She closed the door and locked it just as he had instructed then she leaned up against it, sighing deeply.

Carter. Carter Jones. He had a hood swagger, a gentlemen’s finesse, and a businessman’s savvy. He had her attention, and she couldn’t wait to see him again.

The next morning, Miamor awoke to the sound of someone knocking at her door. No one beside her friends and now Carter knew where she lay her head, so she figured that it had to be one of those people. She looked at the clock on her bedroom wall.
Damn it! It’s only 9:00 in the morning. Who the fuck is this banging at my shit like they fucking crazy?

She pulled herself out of her bed and went to answer it. Looking out of the peephole, she saw three people standing at her door.
What the fuck is going on?
She snatched the door open in irritation. “Can I help you?” she asked.

Miamor noticed that the woman before her held a white chef’s hat in her hand, and she frowned in confusion.

“A Mr. Carter Jones has requested our services. He has contracted us to be at your service whenever you call,” the woman explained.

Miamor couldn’t help but smile. “So you are my personal chef?”

“Yes. We’ll make you whatever you want at any time of the day. All you have to do is call,” the woman stated with a friendly smile.

Miamor shook her head in disbelief and then stepped to the side as she let the woman and her two-man team into her place.
This nigga is too much,
she thought.

“I’m Rachel, by the way,” the woman said as she extended her hand.

“Miamor,” she responded as she shook the friendly woman’s hand. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, her cell phone rang. She rummaged through her Hermes bag until she located it. “Hello.”

“I just wanted to see if I could stop by for breakfast.”

The sound of Carter’s baritone brought a smile to her face. “I don’t know. I’m not that great of a cook.”

“I thought I took care of that problem.”

“Well, I’m not really dressed. I don’t like to have company over when I’m looking a mess,” she replied, playing hard-to-get. Miamor heard her doorbell ring again and rolled her eyes to the ceiling because of the interruption.

“You see, considering how you got up out the bed last night to shower and do your hair before you woke me up, I figured you were high maintenance.”

Miamor smiled and replied, “Just a little bit,” as she made her way to the door. She was so into her conversation that she opened her door without looking out of the peephole.

Carter stood before her leaning against her doorframe, his cell phone in one hand and a black designer garment bag in the other. “Now you don’t have an excuse.” He handed her the bag and hung up his cell phone. “Go get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”

Miamor was ecstatic. She had never been courted in such an upscale manner. Half the time she didn’t even have time to seriously entertain a man, but she was going to make time for Carter. She took the bag from his hand with a bashful smile and unzipped it, revealing a Marc Jacobs original. She had heard that the popular designer was coming out with a new high-end line of clothing, but it wasn’t due out until early 2010. Here Carter was standing in front of her with a dress that hadn’t even hit stores yet.

How the hell did he get his hands on this dress? Bitches about to hate.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in about an hour,” she said, blushing graciously.

Miamor hopped into the shower and applied her MAC cosmetics before attempting to put on the dress. She wore her hair in a bone-straight wrap, with Chinese bangs cut in a slant across her forehead. Spraying Donna Karan’s latest fragrance all over her body, she found herself hoping that Carter would like the scent. It was odd for her to care about what a nigga thought of her, but she had to admit that she wanted Carter to feel her as much as she was feeling him.

Miamor admired her strapless pale yellow dress that fit her body loosely and ended just below her knee. The silk fabric wrapped around her slim waist and lay seductively around the curves of her body, giving the ensemble an edgy look, while the simplicity of the rest of the dress had an old Hollywood glamor. It was sophisticated and much different than her normal style, but she liked the change. And she had the perfect Manolo stilettos to go with it.

Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she had to smile. She was the shit and she knew it. She emerged from the bathroom an hour later and walked back into the living room, where Carter sat waiting patiently for her.

He looked up at her, and the look on his face told her all that she needed to know. He was pleased with her appearance. She had accomplished her goal.