Country Love (A Billionaire BWWM Romance) (24 page)

Chapter
Sixteen

Carter

I sling
her over my shoulder like a caveman. She whoops and pummels my back, but I can
feel her laughing, so I don't care. And besides, her ripe, round ass is
practically in my face right now. If I turn my head, I can make good on my
promise to devour her, right here on my deck.

But
it's getting too dark and I want to see her.
 
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I
had this image of her splayed out naked, her caramel skin wrapped up in my
white bedsheets. They call me a visionary, and in this instance I am hell-bent
on seeing my vision become reality.

Sanniyah
is kicking her legs as I stride across my deck and it's driving me crazy. I
find myself regretting just how huge this fucking house is, because it's taking
forever to get to my bedroom. I start to jog, then sprint, Sanniyah laughing
wildly as she bounces on my shoulder.

When I
reach the bed, I half lower, half toss her onto the mattress. She lands on her
back, bouncing a little, and my cock nearly bursts out of my trousers when her
breasts bounce too. She eyes me with a catlike grin, and arches her back a
little.

"Sanniyah,"
I exhale.

"Carter?"

"See
my face?" I tell her as I kneel down.

"Yes?"

"Keep
watching me. I want your eyes on me the whole time."

She
lifts herself up on her elbows, her lips parted and panting, watching me just
like I want. "That's right, I want to see you seeing me." This is
more than I've talked to anyone in months. Sanniyah Jones has me babbling like
an idiot, fucking narrating everything I'm doing because I just can't stop. "Your
skin tastes so good, you know that?" I tell her, sucking a trail of kisses
up the length of her inner thigh. "It's driving me crazy."

Her
slow moan inflames me further. "That's right, I want to hear you just like
I want to see you. Moan for me again, Sanniyah," I tell her as I shove her
panties to one side. The hot flesh is already glistening wetly and as she moans
again, I swear I can see her getting wetter by the second. "Jesus, I am so
fucking hard for you right now," I tell her, loving the way her big brown
eyes just keep getting wider and wider. "I'm going to taste you now, Sanniyah.
Just like I promised."

"Carter!"
she gasps as my tongue sinks into her. She flings her head back and I can't see
her face as it contorts in pleasure.

"Look
at me," I tell her firmly, reaching up and cupping my hand around the back
of her head. "I need to see your face."

"Ah
god, if you keep doing that, I'm going to fall down." Her hips are already
undulating under me, rolling in a dancing rhythm dictated by my lapping tongue.
She tastes like honey and sweetness, getting hotter and hotter. I just want to
disappear inside of that sweet opening, losing all of the fear and paranoia in Sanniyah
Jones' sharp cries. She has me in a frenzy already. The louder she gets, the
more I devour her until she suddenly arches her hips clean off the bed, her
eyes squeezed shut. "Oh my god!" she pants, then lets loose with a
wild keening sound.

I stand
up and roughly yank off my shirt. I need to feel my skin on hers. She is coming
down, her cries dissolving into sharp moans, her wetness hot and ready to
welcome me inside.

Chapter Seventeen

Sanniyah

My eyes
fly open when I feel his fingers delving into the space where his tongue has
just been. Carter Easton is kneeling above me, shirtless and glorious and I am
completely drunk on him. "Shit, you're incredible," I slur. His broad
shoulders and narrow waist are sculpted to perfection and the way he is hovering
over me, supporting his weight, makes the muscles in his arms pop out. I reach
out, fascinated, tracing a line from his tanned forearm up to his sharply
contoured shoulder.
 

He
pulls back and looks me up and down. "Take off your dress," he
orders. "I need to see you."

His
bossiness is oddly thrilling. I reach behind me, unzipping the dress, watching
his eyes rake over me as I shimmy it downward. "Fuck," he growls,
just before he lunges for my breasts.

"Carter?"

"What?"
he snarls impatiently, curling his tongue around my nipple.

I am
panting, my whole body throbbing, practically delirious with need. "Fuck
me. Please." I arch into him, wanting to feel the whole length of his
naked body pressing against mine. I bend my neck, exposing my throat to his sucking
kisses, aware that he is probably leaving marks all over my skin and not really
caring.

"Gladly."
 
He pushes up off of me quickly, dropping
his trousers down off of his narrow hips. The sharp 'V" where his abs meet
his legs makes me bite my lip. He has a condom ready and I am spreading my legs
embarrassingly quickly. He sees me and pauses, then shakes his head. "Sanniyah,
you are absolutely gorgeous like this. I hope you know that."

"I
do now," I whimper, as he presses himself against my entrance.

We both
groan together as he surges upward. He rolls his hips, stretching me, filling
me, and I clutch his back.
 
"Ah
god, Sanniyah, you feel...." he trails off, his whole attention given over
to moving within me. He buries his head in my neck, sucking, and kissing and
biting, his moans driving me closer and closer to the edge.
 
In an instant, he has me panting,
gasping. I feel like I am standing outside myself somehow. I sink my teeth into
the skin of his shoulder, holding on as he pumps into me like a jackhammer.
"Carter!" I shriek as I near oblivion.

He
looks up from my neck, his face a mask of dark ecstasy. "Say it
again," he growls as his hands rake down my body.

"What?"
I pant.

His
fingers press against my most sensitive place. "Say my name while I touch
you," he orders, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
 

"Unh,"
I moan, watching him back up, his thrusts shallow and slow, the glisten of
sweat starting to collect across his abs. I can barely form words anymore, but
something inside wants to obey. "Carter," I gasp.

"Now
come for me, Sanniyah. I want to feel you come all around me, can you do
that?" He rubs faster, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
"Do it now, Sanniyah, come right now."

His words
travel through my body and every cell wants to obey. My body begins to flutter,
my breath coming in short gasps. He watches me with hooded eyes, his lips
parted glistening and wet. "I can feel you, do you know that? Holy shit I
can feel you getting hotter and tighter. Let go for me Sanniyah. Just let go,
I've got you." He is just barely holding on to control, the strangled gasp
at the edge of his words is all I need to know he is right there with me.

We come
together, exploding, shattering into a million pieces that blow away in the
wind. With a roar that fills my ears, he stiffens, and then collapses on top of
me even as I am trying to pull him up higher, faster, harder, as I come over
and over again.

At last
he falls to the side. We are both gasping. I stare up at the ceiling, utterly
and completely wrecked. He slides his warm hand over my skin, pulling me
closer, forming his body around mine so that I am completely enveloped in his
warmth. He yanks the tangled sheet over us both, but I barely need it. He is
warm, so incredibly warm, and solid and real that I am asleep in moments.

Chapter Eighteen

Carter

I've
been here before. Though it looks all wrong, I know where I am and the fear
grips my throat.

It
seems like a restaurant, though there is no one else around. A harsh spotlight
shines down on me, washing out my features so that I could almost disappear
into the whiteness. All around is shadow, but I know something is there.

My
parents are seated at the table across from me; smiling, laughing, proud.
"You're alive," I whisper.

My
mother's eyes sparkle, but she doesn't answer me. She doesn't see the shapes
moving in the shadows behind her, but I do. I know the danger. "Mom, we
need to go," I tell her, but she is not paying attention. She laughs
merrily with my father, so alive it hurts me.

"We
need to go," I repeat. I stand up. The noise of the chair scraping across
the floor is so loud that I cringe. If they didn't know where we were before,
they do now. I'm too loud, I've caught their attention.

The
first black lens snakes around the corner, shining and metallic, but also
strangely plastic, melding into the shape of a hand reaching for me. I stare at
it, dumbfounded, and then I suddenly understand.

This is
a dream, a nightmare. I've been here a thousand times before, and nothing can
prevent what happens next.

My
parents are going to die.

With a
cry, I leap forward, ready to fight. Maybe this time I can save them. Maybe
this time things won't end the way I know they're going to end.

The
flashes start going off. Blinding, harsh. I stagger backwards, and my heel
catches on something, sending me sprawling to the ground. The metallic black
glare of the cameras closes in on me. They are ready to devour me and move on
to my parents. I have just one last hope...

I swing
upward, wrapping my arms around the shifting black monstrosity and I yank it
away. I've done this before as well. I know that what I see next will ruin the
rest of my waking hours. The faces of the men who stalked my parents, running
them off the road. Richard Senna, Gil Hastings and Howard Blair, their faces
the same grim masks they wore in their mugshots. But in the dream they will
snarl at me like wild animals, baring teeth too sharp to make sense. And then I
will wake up sweating.

But I
have to protect my parents. They don't know the danger they are in. And so I
wrestle with the cameras that are now the size of giants. "No," I
shout, straining against them. "You won't win. I won't let you in. You
can't find me anymore. I won't let you in."

I heave
the camera away from my attacker and hurl it to the floor where it shatters
into a million pieces. Shielding my eyes from the rain of glass, I wait to wake
up. I wait for it to be over.

But
this dream is different. From out of the shadows, my attacker steps into the
light. Sanniyah's gorgeous face smiles up at me. "You already let me
in," she smiles, radiant and contented.

"No,"
I groan, as the shadows close in. "You're not like them. You can't be like
them."

Dream-Sanniyah's
face begins to melt and contort, the beautiful color melting away into the
sallow, yellowed face of Howard Blair. "You already let me in," she
tells me again, just as I'm falling, falling away into the black.

My
whole body jerks on impact and suddenly I am wide awake, safe in my own bed. I
am covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Sanniyah
makes a small, soft sighing noise in my arm, nestling against me with a little
squeak.

I
stiffen and count to ten, reminding myself that it was a dream. Sanniyah isn't
working for the tabloids. She has nothing to do with my parents.

I know
that.

I know that.

I
clench my whole body, every muscle, as tight as I can. Then one by one, I
release the tension, starting at my toes and working my way up. The last thing
to unclench is my fist, and I open my palm wide before resting it lightly on
the curve of Sanniyah's hip.

I could be different with her,
I tell
myself as I smooth my hand upward. She mutters something in her sleep and pulls
away irritably and I have to suppress a laugh.
Yes I could definitely be different with her. I want to. I am ready to
stop mistrusting the world. I am tired of grief and mourning, of shock and
hatred. I am ready to feel good again.

With a
shudder, I forcibly banish the nightmare from my mind and pull her closer,
pressing my lips to the soft place where her neck meets her shoulder. She
mutters again, rolling onto her back and brushing her hand up to my face. I
catch it and kiss her fingers, one by one, watching the smile curve around her
lips.

"Let
me be different for this one," I silently beg the universe. "Let me
be whole again...for her." I stare at her, watching her sleep, the rise
and fall of her chest hypnotic in its beautiful rhythm. My own eyelids droop
closed again and I find myself sleeping without the bother of dreams.