20. Donny
20
Donny
I’m nearly ready to head out of Carmen’s apartment when the door swings open. She bursts in, breathless, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her eyes meet mine and don’t dart away as she shuts the door slowly, then twists the lock in place behind her back.
“I figured you might want the place to yourself, after your long day. Just wanted to see you again tonight,” I say softly.But even as I say it, I know I don’t want to go. Not when she’s looking at me like that, with intensity and something deeper swirling in her gaze.
Carmen takes a couple steps toward me, shedding her coat along the way and tossing it toward the wall, her eyes fixed on mine in a way that makes my pulse race. My cock jumps, heat stirring beneath the surface, but I hold myself still while she continues inching closer to me.
She stops in front of me, close enough that I can feel the warmth of her body. Her hand rests on my chest, fingers curling around the fabric of my shirt as if she’s trying to anchor herself to me. “You’re wrong, she whispers, I’d really hate to see you walk out right now.”
Without waiting for a response, she pulls me forward, crashing her lips against mine. The kiss is fierce, urgent, but underneath it, I sense something more—a need. My hand finds the back of her neck, gently threading through her hair as I kiss her back just as hungrily. Every brush of her lips against mine ignites something raw inside me. There’s no way I’m letting this stop.
Her breath hitches when I tug the strands of her hair, gently so I don’t hurt her, and expose the expanse of her neck to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, her way of keeping me close, while I drag a trail along her neck with my tongue before sucking on the skin. When I pull away, there’s a mark blooming on her that only makes me more feral and I lift her up until she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I’ve been wanting this all damn day,” I grind out, then claim her lips with mine in another searing kiss.
She nods against it, agreeing to my statement, while I carry her through the hall and into her bedroom. I turn and shut the door with my foot, our lips still gliding together like they were meant for each other. Even though the bed is right behind us, I step forward until her back is against the door and lift my leg up enough that it presses between her thighs.
Her body reacts to that immediately, hips grinding over my leg with need, and I smirk against her lips. “You’re desperate for a release. Aren’t you, Sunshine?” I glide my hands over her stomach, dipping them beneath the jeans she’s got on, and run my fingers through her slick center.
“ Yes ,” she rasps.
“One that only I can give.”
I apply pressure to her clit with my thumb, while teasing her entrance with another digit, and she throws her head back against the door with a gasp. “God, yes.”
“This is what you want, Sunshine?”
Carmen answers me by grinding her hips once more, moving herself along my fingers, and I happily watch her with fascination as she does it. She whimpers when I pull my hand away, but her eyes flash with heat when I hastily reach for the button of her jeans to tug them down her thighs.
She drops her legs from around me, places her feet onto the floor, and eagerly pulls the jeans off before tossing them across the room. I carefully reach forward, clutching the edge of her shirt, and pull it over her head. When I finish with that, she keeps her eyes on me while she unclasps her bra before reaching forward and grabbing hold of my jeans by the waistband.
There’s something incredibly intoxicating about a woman who knows what she wants and the way Carmen’s looking at me right now tells me she wants me. I groan when she drops to her knees on the floor, pupils dilating as she tugs my pants down, and my thick length bobs in front of her eagerly.
I try to step away, needing to press myself between her thighs, but she reaches out and clasps her hands around my thighs to keep me in place. She looks up at me, a hint of a smirk tipping the corner of her lips, and wraps her palms around me gently.
Her eyes are still on mine as she moves her hand up and down, my hips jolting at the pleasure that courses through with her touch. “I need to be inside you, Sunshine.”
Before she can protest, I pull her from the floor and lead her over to the bed. As she sits at the edge of it, I tug my shirt off and toss haphazardly onto the floor behind me. Her eyes trail over every inch of my skin, drinking me in, and I shiver under her gaze before stepping forward.
“Lie back.”
She obliges my demand, her legs still resting over the edge of the bed as she does, and I reach out, gently parting her thighs. Her arousal glistens, calling me closer, and I line myself up to her entrance. My hands grip her hips as I slowly sink into her, the sensation overwhelming, drawing a deep groan from my chest.
Her hands slide up my back, fingers pressing into my skin as I pull out, only to push back in, deeper this time. The way she clenches around me drives me wild, and all I can think about is how right this feels—like she was made for me.
"God, Sunshine," I murmur, the words slipping out without thought, "you feel so damn perfect."
Carmen’s soft moan encourages me, and I hold her tight, savoring every moment as I move inside her, lost in the connection between us. Her hands come up, running along my spine, and I pull out before pushing back into her wet heat. I can’t deny how incredible it feels to have her walls clenching around me.
I push one arm behind her back, dragging her up the bed, and move right along with her so I don’t separate us. If I could stay this way forever that’s exactly what I would do. When I’ve got her by the pillow, I slide a hand down her arm until I’m threading my fingers through hers and rotating my hips against hers. “So fucking beautiful. You were made just for me, Sunshine.”
“I need more,” she whispers breathlessly. “Please.”
“I’m taking my time with you.”
To prove my point, I pull out of her only to push slowly back in. She wiggles against me, desperate for more friction, and I reach another hand out to press my thumb against her clit. She jerks at the movement, her nails digging into my back, and I lean forward to wrap my mouth around a pert nipple.
“Oh God,” she moans, rocking her hips into me and meeting my thrusts just as slowly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I manage to grind out before switching to the other nipple and giving it the same attention. “The sounds you make and the way your body reacts to my touch, I never want to live without them.”
Her breathing becomes more ragged, hips more frantic, and I thrust deeper into her. She’s so close, her legs trembling as she wraps them around me and tugs me even deeper into her. I still have my thumb over her clit, pressing and circling it slowly, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she cries out my name.
“You’re mine ,” I growl out as I pull out of her and slam back in, her bed thumping against the wall at the force.
“Yours,” she whispers.
“I want everyone to hear you scream my name, Sunshine.”
Her eyes are on mine as I move faster, her mouth popping open before she sucks in a sharp breath and nods frantically. “Yes, Donny! Shit .” She reaches out, curling her fingers into the sheet, and sink her teeth into her bottom lip. “Yes, yes, yes .”
Just like that, her walls clench around me and she jerks against my frame. It doesn’t take me long to follow her, my own release pouring inside of her, and only when her legs drop onto the bed do I push away from her. She looks up at me as she turns onto her side, eyes drooping from exhaustion, and I wink at her before turning toward the door.
I take a minute in the bathroom cleaning myself up, hoping that she will come join me, and frowning when she never walks through the door. As I step quietly into her room, finding her curled under the blanket and a soft snore escaping, I smile before climbing into bed with her.
She stirs, turning so that she’s facing me, and rests her head on my chest.
Even though she said she was mine, agreed to it, part of me still wants to ask her what she truly wants. She’s been adamant that things stay professional, no matter how far past that we are, and I don’t want to disrespect her feelings on the matter. I glance down at her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, and decide that I can question everything tomorrow.
We’ll get this figured out and everything will be okay.
I have to believe that. Nothing else has ever felt more right than lying in bed with her, my fingers brushing through her soft auburn hair. The way she looked at me tonight, I could tell there was more to it.
Am I stupid for that?
Maybe this is nothing but a way to pass time and I’m letting her play me like a damn fiddle.
As the thought comes into my mind, Carmen curls closer to me and tangles her leg between mine before sighing happily in her sleep.
No, I tell myself, it’s more than that.
***
The next morning, soft sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a golden hue over the room. For a moment, I just watch her sleep, her face peaceful, her lips serene. Everything feels so... right. But that peace is shattered by the sudden ringing of my phone, cutting through the silence like a knife.
I lift from the bed, careful not to wake her, but the sound stirs her anyway. Carmen's eyes flutter open, her body shifting slightly as the weight of the morning pulls her from sleep. I place my hand on her thigh, squeezing gently as I offer her a soft smile.
“Sorry, Sunshine, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She shakes her head and glances at the clock sitting on her nightstand, then swings her legs over the edge of the bed before looking at me over her shoulder. “No problem, Drummer Boy. I’ve got a tour to plan, anyway.”
I watch her walk away and head into the bathroom, a smirk tipping at the corner of my lips as I think about joining inside. As soon as I lift from my place to follow her, my phone rings again and I’m reminded of why she woke up in the first place.
I frown at my mother’s contact flashing on the screen and quickly swipe my finger to answer the call. “Mom, is everything all right?”
“No,” she hisses, “everything is not all right. What were you thinking?”
“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s all over the internet, Donald. How could you lie to me like that?”
My heart drops and I dart my attention toward the bathroom, making sure Carmen is still inside before I answer my mother. “Lie about what, mom?”
“You and Carmen… you were never really engaged. I know it all and I can’t believe you would do something like that. That she would do something like that, with a client no less.”
Carmen steps out of the shower, her eyes wide as she looks from me to her phone. The dread in her expression mirrors the sinking feeling in my gut.
Without a word, I hang up on my mom and reach for Carmen’s phone. As I scroll through the headlines, my world starts to crumble.
RAISING HAVOC’S FAKE ENGAGEMENT SCANDAL!
My heart sinks. I look at Carmen, my throat tightening.
“We need to talk.”