Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 90772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
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.
“Yeah, I’m packing her up now. Should be all set to go in twenty. You got your shit?”
“It’s all in place. I’ll be glad to get this over with. I need some lockdown for a few days. I plan on getting wasted and not thinking of anything but how to keep my glass from going empty.” Can’t help but feel bad for him. Saint isn’t a drinker by any means. This Jeanette chick most have really done a number on him. He looks as gone over her as I am over Cherry. I know the look because I see it in the mirror every day.
I’m glad the warehouse is big enough for Saint to be on one side and Cherry and me on the other. I plan on staying balls deep in some part of her body for the next few days. I’m ready for a fuck-fest of Guinness World Records proportions.
“All right, I’ll be out front with her in fifteen,” I say and hang up.
I go to Cherry’s dresser and open her underwear drawer. I smirk and close it again. She won’t need any of those. I grab her bags and walk down the small hall to the living room.
“Jeanette’s coming with us,” Cherry says. She’s standing in the living room with her feet planted and her arms crossed.
“No she isn’t,” I say, and her jaw clenches. What the fuck? That’s my move.
I drop her bags and mirror her stance. Feet planted, arms crossed, and I stare her down.
“Jeanette’s coming or I’m not going.”
“Cherry, you’ll go if I have to drag your ass.”
“Cherry? Oh that’s adorable. Can I call you that too?” Jeanette asks.
“No!” we both shout in unison.
“Fine, fine, I like Lays better anyway,” she sniffs.
“Layla, this isn’t a slumber party. You can’t just invite your friends along. This is a secure location and I don’t want it compromised because your co-worker decided to Twitter about it.”
“Hey, asshole, I’m her best fucking friend, not just her co-worker, and it’s called a Tweet, dipshit,” Jeanette snaps.
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.