Page 96 of Fall to Me
“Fuck you,” he rasps in my ear.
My breaths come fast. A delicious chill runs through my body as he drags me to the back of the club and pushes me into a dark hidden alcove. Carter spins me around, and my back slams against the cold, brick wall, then his mouth crashes to mine. His hands are everywhere, skimming over my hips and under my dress. I can barely think or breathe. He hikes up my dress and lifts my thigh, running his fingers along my pussy.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”
Unbuckling his pants with one hand, he strokes himself once, then twice, and in one swift movement, lifts me up. I knock his hand out of the way and guide him into my pussy. The second he thrusts into me, a sharp breath leaves my lungs.
My back hits the wall with each stroke as he fucks me deep and hard. His hand covers my mouth, muffling my cries as he holds nothing back.
“Mmm,” he moans, his forehead pressed against mine. “I fucking love you.”
His hips snap faster, his moans filling the small space, and those sexy sounds he makes send me right to the edge. His hand slips between us, and his thumb comes down on my clit, massaging it in tight circles. My body tightens up, and my pussy contracts around him.
I scream out as an orgasm rips through me.
He thrusts a few more times and curses under his breath as he spills into me with a guttural moan. I bury my face in his neck, dizzy from the high. We breathe each other in for a few minutes before he sets me back to my feet.
“I may never walk straight again.”
He chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants and pulling my dress down. “That’s the goal.”
As we leave the room, two of the security guards are standing watch right outside the door. They give us a smirk as Carter and I slip back into the club, our hands laced together.
“We may have to fire them,” he says, leading me to the ladies’ room.
I roll my eyes and chuckle. A minute ago, he was willing to fuck me in front of everyone, and now he threatens firing security because they heard us having sex. Jesus.
After I clean up, we make our way to the VIP Section.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Aspen says as we approach the bar.
I take the drink from her hand. “What is this?”
It’s pink with a cherry on top. I take a drink, and a smile plays on my lips as she says, “Cal and I would like to have y’all over for dinner soon.”
“Yeah,” I nod. “I think we can manage that.”
Carter wraps his arms around me from behind.
“You got a little . . . lipstick on your chin there, buddy.” She points then gives me a curious look. “Where were you two . . . you know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’m going to go find my husband.”
Laughing, she sneaks off to find Cal while I turn in Carter’s arms. I wipe the lipstick from his chin, then link my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, stroking my hair.
“This time last year, you brought me home from this very place.” I lift my chin and look up into his eyes as he smiles back at me. “Cal and Aspen got into that huge fight and left us. Remember?”
“How could I forget? I was so fucking happy to finally be alone with you.” He sways me back and forth with a huge grin on his face.
“You walked me to my door like a gentleman, then told me I should just stop fighting it because one day I would be yours.”
“Wow. I said that?” He looks at me in mock astonishment. “What a cocky bastard I must have been.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “You remember that?”
“Baby, I pay attention. I remember everything you say. You kinda leave a lasting impression. I believe your exact words were . . .” He clears his throat. “‘When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that I don’t want you? God! You are such a cocky bastard,’” he mocks in a feminine voice.
An unattractive snort escapes me as I laugh.
