29. Carter
CHAPTER 29
CARTER
I waited outside my house on the balcony, sipping a hot cider cocktail and flipping through the pages of a home decorating magazine. I was supposed to be picking out a new end table, but I couldn’t stay focused. I was looking at high-quality printed color samples now, each with a fancy name attached. Lavender summer for pale purple. Caribbean sunset for a deep orange that looked nice in theory but would never work on the walls in any room. What would a person even do in an orange room? How did you decorate with such a loud shade?
I sighed and set the magazine down on my lap, picking up my cocktail. The cider and rum mixture was the only thing keeping me warm, in every sense of the word. I had cold feet.
Megyn was coming to spend the evening with me. She had agreed, though she had seemed reluctant somehow in her texts. I couldn’t put my finger on the reason; maybe it was all in my mind.
I mean I had bought her house. She had to know by now that I was the buyer. Maggie texted me, dropping strong hints that she’d told Megyn about my plans, but even if I was reading too much into it and she hadn’t said a thing, the agent handling everything would have told her my name. I could almost hear the librarian-looking woman, speaking to Megyn in her dry and humorless voice, saying how she was disappointed in me for not being as money savvy as I should—and how fortunate that was for Megyn, for them both.
I heard an approaching motor and looked up, setting my cocktail down on the table at my side. A little car came bumbling down the road, trails of hot vapor misting in the air behind it.
I stood up fast, knocking my magazine on the floor.
It’s Megyn.
Megyn parked and climbed out of her car and came to me, looking at me with such skepticism and hope I could have cried. As it was, a lump rose in my throat.
I met her on the balcony and pulled her in for a hug, pressing her body against mine where she belonged. She held still against me for a moment, too long, sending fear lancing through my chest. Then, she slowly unfolded, her body blossoming against mine. Megyn wrapped her arms around my chest and held tight, like she would never let go of me again.
And I held her and pressed kisses to the top of her head, my soul complete at having her here with me where she belonged. All my inner turmoil fell away for this, peace washing over me.
I love this woman more than I could ever dare put into words.
I opened my mouth to try, nevertheless.
Megyn stirred against my body and I swallowed back what I’d been about to say, not wanting to dissuade her from also saying something. She brought her lips to my cheek, a kiss that skimmed and danced along to my ear. “Thank you,” she whispered, her breath warm.
Having this beautiful woman in my arms, against my body, with her breath on my ear, stirred heat in my loins. I felt myself getting erect. I ignored my hardening manhood and brought my lips to hers, kissing her and kissing her.
Megyn pressed her hips to mine, rubbing on my erection. She held my face in her hands and kissed me back. Our tongues danced together, our lips colliding again and again until we both ran out of breath and collapsed inward into each other.
I ran my hands down her back and then up into her hair. The silky strands slid so softly through my fingers. “Megyn,” I said. “Megyn, please stay. You have to stay. I can’t bear to let you go.”
Megyn smiled in a confused sort of way and tilted her head. “Carter, you bought my house. I don’t have anywhere to stay.”
I stroked her chin and brought my lips to hers again. “Of course, you do. You always will. With me. Stay here on Staten Island—with me.”
Megyn’s lips wavered back and forth between a smile and a frown. She understood, but she was too afraid to admit that she did.
I kissed her sweet lips and smiled against them, and she smiled back. I spoke, our lips rubbing. “Move in with me, Megyn. The sewing shop is yours. Quit your job and run it like you’ve always dreamed of. I’ll support you however I can. I just can’t lose you.”
Megyn held onto me tighter and tucked her head to mine. “Oh, Carter. You sweet, crazy man. Of course I’ll stay with you. I don’t want to lose you either.”
Happiness filled me to the brim and overflowed. I wanted to tell her about what I was planning for the media, but this wasn’t the right time. I just let my happiness flow through me and kissed her again, sinking my mouth on hers, unable to get enough.
Megyn gasped and threw her arms around my neck, pressing her body to mine. She thrust at my lips with her tongue and I welcomed her in. Our mouths melded between us, our bodies striving to become one. We tangled our arms and legs around each other.
I kissed her harder, thrusting my tongue in and out of her sweet mouth. She both tasted and smelled of coffee, but beneath that was her natural perfume, that intangible scent of lavender that clung to her skin and hair at all times.
I wanted more of her. I couldn’t get enough. I pushed my body harder on hers and ran my hands down to her rear. She was a perfect, pert handful.
Megyn arched her back and pushed her butt into my hands.
I pulled her closer to me, grinding her on my throbbing erection. She filled my every sense, was in every part of me, and still I needed more.
“I want you,” I murmured into her ear.
Her cheeks flushed with color. Her golden eyes sparkled. Megyn reached back and caught my hand, held it tightly in hers. “Maybe we should go test out my new bedroom.”
I laughed and clasped her hand in mine. “I believe you remember the way?”
She did.
I turned to shut the door and looked back to find her already halfway through undressing, her shirt on the ground and her bra slipping free from her breasts. A pang of lust shook my body and I went back to her and pulled her bra off the rest of the way, freeing her perky bosom. I lowered my head and kissed them, lavishing attention first upon one and then the other.
Megyn rocked her head back, holding tight to my hair. “Carter, that feels so good,” she moaned.
I trailed my tongue over her breast, working my hot, wet kisses down to her nipple. I took the swollen, velvet bud in my mouth and slid my tongue over it.
Megyn’s moan turned sharp and needful. Her hips bucked against mine.
I kept working my tongue over her nipple, sucking on it. Megyn fumbled one hand down between us and popped the button on my jeans, then grasped my zipper and pulled it down with her thumb and forefinger. My senses were ablaze with activity. I felt every separation of the zipper teeth like a caress, going straight to my core.
I backed Megyn up to my bed and pushed her down onto it. She lay on her back with her legs dangling over the edge. Panting, her breasts heaving, she propped herself up on her elbows and gave me a heated look from under hooded eyelids. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
I chuckled and held her breasts and squeezed them, just enough to make her gasp and her hips writhe. “You don’t want to rush straight to the finish, do you?”
“You are a crazy man, Carter Bryant,” Megyn cried, but she didn’t protest.
I finished what she’d started with my jeans and dropped onto my knees between her legs to give her the same treatment. Her orchid was swollen, petal folds fluttering in their need for my male attention. I placed my hands on her thighs and rubbed my face on her mound. She gasped as the rough hairs of my beard scraped over her softness and grabbed my hair again with both hands. She pulled, her hips wriggling, her body begging for me.
I gladly went to her and pressed my lips to her folds, kissing her like I had kissed her mouth, sliding my tongue in and curling it about to taste her.
Megyn cried out and bucked her hips against my face.
I moved with her, riding her with my mouth, taking her with deep kisses. My tongue strove to the back of her, pushing deeper and deeper. Her wetness covered my face. Her scent caught in my nostrils. I felt on the verge of losing control and devouring her like a wild beast. My body shook, my shoulders heaving, my muscles trembling. My erection throbbed against my thigh. But still I put aside my own wants to dip into her and taste of her, stroking my tongue in and out of her moist entrance.
Suddenly, Megyn arched her back, lifting her butt up off the mattress. She dragged her fingers through my hair, screaming wordlessly.
Now.
Now was my time.
I rose up onto the bed above her, bracing my weight on my hands on either side of her. I looked down at her and touched my lips to hers, a chaste kiss in the middle of wild lust.
Megyn cried out into my mouth and clawed at my shoulders.
I laughed in delight and knew I was in love with her. This woman, so sweet and kind, yet so wild and extraordinary, had my heart captive. I would do anything for her, give her anything she needed, whether that was her dream sewing store or my pounding manhood.
I rocked my hips and slid inside her, all the way to the back of her until we were joined. I tossed my head and groaned, her heat and wetness surrounding me, gripping me.
“Megyn!”
“Carter! Take me!”
I moved inside her, thrusting against the back of her, taking her along with me on a swift journey to the peak of pleasure. Spasms jolted through me, heat climbing the tube of my shaft. My orgasm was coming on fast like a runaway force of nature and I knew there would be nothing I could do to hold back.
Just as I lost myself in the glorious fall, Megyn’s orchid pulsated and tightened around me. She flung her arms around me and I clutched her in return, both of us shaking to completion.