Chapter 27
Carina
We’re standing in front of the large window in the living area of our hotel suite, New York’s electrifying nightlife stretching out at our feet like a beautifully painted canvas.
Millions of bright lights as far as the eye can see dot the darkness.
Rhett’s arms are wrapped around me, cradling me against his body.
His warmth has become my happy place. I could stay like this forever.
“Our last night in the Big Apple,” Rhett says, kissing the top of my head.
“Um-hmm.” I nod against his chest.
“Time flew by so fast.” He’s right.
“Between the two photo shoots and extra interviews, things were a little crazy.”
The New York Times decided to run Rhett’s story in a few more of their publications. I’m so proud of him. As for the photo shoot, my man was right. Basil and his crew are pretty out there in terms of eccentricity.
The photo shoot was an experience I’m unlikely to forget anytime soon.
Rhett was annoyed to no end by the number of times Kendra used the word sexy.
I had another kind of beef with her. If she kept looking at my guy like he was a succulent Japanese steak, I swear to God, I was a breath away from poking her eyes out.
Of all people, she knows Rhett and I are together.
Back off, bitch. Find your own sexy cowboy.
Our evening with Mani was a blast. After she heard what happened with Mom, she changed the plans.
Instead of at a restaurant, she cooked us dinner so we could hang out at her place.
It was a much friendlier setting. Mom may have slammed the door in Rhett’s face, but my best friend had her arms wide open.
I spent yesterday and today playing tour guide, showing Rhett the best of Manhattan. I’ll miss New York. Staying, though, would mean going backwards. And right now, I’m full steam ahead, dead set on moving forward.
“It was short but sweet, right?” He tightens his embrace.
“It was.”
Silence settles between us, and I take the opportunity to soak in the city I’ll leave soon.
“It’s going to be weird going back home where there aren’t all those city lights,” he says.
“Yeah, but it’ll be great to be able to see the stars at night again. I kind of miss that.”
“Look at you, you’re turning into a local.”
“It’s all your fault.”
“And I take full responsibility.” He winks.
My parents’ silence is so deafening, it’s as if they’ve disowned me. I haven’t been brave enough to call them to confirm. And since they’re doing a top-notch job at ignoring me, I’m in limbo as to my place in my family. Apart from one of my brothers, no one else has reached out.
My brother Christian didn’t miss a chance to put me down. He sent me a snarky text message mocking me for going country.
I ignored him.
Fuck him for being small-minded.
His opinion has little weight, considering we had to endure all those years when he was determined on dating the most radical and militant women in New York.
One of them nearly gave Nonna Ambrosia a heart attack over dinner when she accused my pious Catholic grandmother of being a cruel, sadistic devil worshipper for serving veal.
She was so rude, she flipped the veal dish before storming out of the house.
I turn in Rhett’s arms and face him. “What can I say? I got wrangled by a small-town boy and now my expectations are different.”
“So… good wrangled?”
“Definitely.” I grin wide.
His eyes shift over my head. “You know, it would be a crime to leave this room and not give that bed one last workout.”
“You’re right. A good nights’ sleep will help us handle the jetlag much better.”
“Sleep?”
His expression is priceless.
“You know, the activity that helps restore your body.”
He slaps my ass.
I rub the sore spot, a grin stretching my lips.
“I had another kind of activity in mind.” He places his hands in the small of my back, fusing our bodies together. “One that involves my cock and your pussy.”
I frown. “That doesn’t sound restorative.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m going to bang you so hard, you’ll fall into a comatose sleep.” His dirty words are fuel to my mounting desire.
“Promises, promises.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
I’m already wet, my pussy aching for him. My nipples are hard and tingling.
How does he manage to get me worked up so fast?
“What if I don’t want to be careful?”
Rhett puts an abrupt end to my sassiness. He wraps his arms around me and covers my mouth with his. He kisses me hard. He’s demanding like always, fucking my mouth with his tongue until I melt in his embrace, and I’m mewling like a content kitten.
I slide one hand down his body until it cups his stiff cock. “You’re so hard.”
“Because I want you so damn much.”
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true. I can’t foresee the day when I’ll ever tire of worshiping your body.”
His words… “I’m lucky to have you.”
He drags his tongue to the base of my neck, and a sigh stammers from deep inside my chest. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”
His confession silences me for a beat.
He works his way back to my mouth, nibbling at me in biting kisses. When he covers my mouth with his again, a rush of emotions run down my spine. He kisses me hard and possessive, owning my mouth, while keeping me immobile by fisting my hair.
Until Rhett, I never knew how much of a turn on it was to be fully dominated by a man.
“Please… fuck me.” I’m unable to take the teasing any longer.
He pulls away from me. “You want me to sink my huge cock into your pretty pink pussy?”
“I do.”
“Is that all you want?”
“I want anything you’re willing to give.”
“Do you want me to make you so fucking wet and messy I have to clean you up with my tongue?”
“I want that.”
“It sounds like you want to play,” he says as his hand travels down the length of my body.
“I want to play naughty games.”
“Oh, really? With me?”
“Of course, silly.” I laugh. “You make me want to do daring things.”
“You’d be willing to do daring things for my cock?”
“Totally.”
His fingers find my pussy lips, the sound strangled as Rhett pushes them inside my slickness.
God.
“Sounds like you think you deserve my cock.”
“I do.”
“You sure about that?”
I meet his gaze and hold it for a few long seconds. “I am.”
The brush of his fingers between my legs causes me to fold over.
“Rhett…” My voice is nothing more than a throaty moan. He’s Teasing. Touching. Toying. His attention makes fire rise in my veins.
Fuck, that feels so good.
He halts all movement.
He flashes me a wolfish grin.
I frown my disapproval.
He knows what he’s doing to me.
Cruel, cruel man.
“Prove it.”
Two words that causes my eyebrows to need together.
“Prove you deserve my cock.”
Quite the challenge.
Will I ever get used to those beautiful green eyes looking at me filled with so much lust?
My breath hitches as I consider if I’m bold enough to ask for him to grant me the fantasy I’ve been obsessing over for well over a week now.
“All talk no action?”
I still don’t say a word as my heart beats like a drum.
“Tick-tock. I’m waiting.”
“I want you without any barrier between us.”
Rhett’s eyes are as wide as saucers.
“You asked me to prove how much I deserved your cock. I want all of you.”
“Carina.” He looks confused.
“We’re together, right?”
“We established that a long time ago.”
“I’ve always been faithful—”
“So have I.”
“My ex always wore condoms.”
“I’ve never been with a woman without protection.”
“We’re solid?”
“Damn right.”
“Do we need condoms anymore? I’m on birth control… I want to know how it feels when you come inside me.”
“Jesus wept.” His baffled expression is hilarious. “You’re serious?”
“I’m as certain about this as I am of us,” I say moving my finger between us.
He stares at me, shaking his head.
A wave of insecurity washes over me. “You don’t want to?”
“No, that’s not it,” he says. “I already know coming inside your sweet pussy will be the equivalent of seeing God. I’m trying to figure out how I’ll survive this night.”
I grin.
“We’re doing this?” His grin is as wide as mine.
“We are.” I nod.
His expression changes. “You know what that means?”
The heat shining bright from his eyes gives me a clue, but I can’t help but tease him. “Other than a mind-blowing experience?”
“Carina.” There’s a tinge of warning in his voice.
“It means I’m all yours, Rhett.”
“That’s right.” He nods. “Once I fill your sweet pussy with my cum, there’s no going back.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We exchange a goofy smile.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says.
I bring my hand to his face and cup it. A small smile spreads across my mouth as I trace a finger against his lips. “You’re something else—”
He grabs me and slams my body against his before taking me in a searing kiss. His tongue tastes every inch of my mouth as he deepens our connection.
God, I love how he tastes.
I tilt my head to the side as my hands tangle in his hair, forcing him to kiss me with more ardor. It’s so passionate, so consuming, I can’t even remember which city I’m in. As our tongues dance, he grinds his hard cock against my stomach, causing my pussy to clench with need.
My hands fall to the bottom of his shirt, and I slide them up, feeling his rippled muscles as I explore his body.
He breaks our embrace. “Come on.” Before I have time to protest, he takes my hand, pulling me to the bedroom. “Time for this cowboy to brand his filly.”
His warning floods me with a delightful mixture of excitement, trepidation and need.
When we get to the room, Rhett undresses at lightning speed.
“God, your body…” I cast my eyes on his perfectly chiseled physique and washboard abs. I’m still in awe I get to call him my lover.
“It’s always available for your pleasure.” He winks. He strides towards the bed and I catch a glimpse of his tight ass in the tall mirror behind him.
Thank you, God.
He takes a seat.
“I want you right here.” He taps the spot next to him on the mattress.
I do as I’m told.