CARR (Adorkable Love Book 3)

by Brynn Hale

  Dexx lifts her up by her hand. “No can do.” He nods with his head toward me. “Just like Leo over here is stubborn. I’m a Libra. We’re the Iron Man of egos. What you see is what you get, and I’m not changing for any woman. Not even one who might be what I need.”

  Aine’s eyes soften as he kisses the back of her hand. “You’re such a suck up.”

  “And you like it.”

  Aine doesn’t confirm nor deny, but she does pull on his arm. “Let’s go. I’m tired.”

  I wonder if Aine’s really going to her home, but that’s really none of my business. But the guy sitting across from me is my business. At least I want him to be.

  “Can I give you a ride home?” Carr balances his forearms on his knees and leans forward, swirling the last of the bourbon in his glass and then downing it. His blue long-sleeved shirt is rolled up to reveal a tattoo starting at mid-forearm. I wonder what is says, where it goes, how far does it go?

  Can I ask him these questions?

  “Yes,” I mumbled my brain either answering him or answering myself. “What is that tattoo of?”

  He stands. “Why don’t I show you?” His hand reaches out and I feel light as air as I stand.

  “Here?” I glance around.

  “No. Come back to my place Marley.” His hand threads into my hair, behind my neck. “I’ll show you that and so much more.”

  My head lightens. He doesn’t ask. It’s a demand, but in the least demanding way. He’s pulling me in. I know him already. I trust him.

  “Tell me what you want, Marley. What do you desire?”

  The song on the jukebox changes to something slow and easy. His other hand slips into mine and lifts it to his neck. His arms slides around my waist and I suck in a quick breath when our bodies press together.

  “Carr…”

  “I know you’re scared, but I’m not. I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

  His hips start to move and his hand on my low back guides me to move with him. I’m floating to the music’s soft pulse. Our bodies sway as the throb of the melody satiates a part of me. He’s not just a good dancer, he’s making love to me while we’re standing, a clothed, vertical tango. My body tingles from the top of my head down to my toenails.

  I’ve never been here before. Not in this restaurant, although this is new, too, I never heard that a man wants me and tells me and shows me.

  I press my forehead to his shoulder and whisper. “I’ve never done this before.”

  He lifts his hand to the back of my neck under my hair. “Tomorrow you’ll be able to say, ‘I never knew it would feel that amazing.’ I promise you Marley, I will make your body rock like you’re fucking possessed, and you’ll levitate off the damn bed.”

  My pussy sends a shock through my lower half and I’m sure my panties are wet, sopping.

  “Okay,” I breathe out the word and my world shifts.

  He grabs my hand and we’re off. He’s snaking through the restaurant and in seconds, we’re walking down the street and across the corner and into the parking garage. The world blurring by.

  “You drive?” he asked.

  I shake my head. “No. Rode the bus. I only live a half a mile away.”

  “Maybe we should go to your place, it’s closer.”

  I still. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  “I have condoms. There. That decides it.”

  And that decides it.

  I’ll be losing my virginity tonight.

  Tonight I will be his.

  But what about tomorrow?

  6

  Carr

  I hold her hand in the car. The drive feels like getting something that I want and I’ve wanted for a while now.

  I park in my garage and jump from the vehicle. I almost run to her door, like a teenager who knows something great is about to happen and doesn’t want her to change her mind.

  But if she does, I’ll take it like a man, not a fifteen year old.

  Not that the fifteen-year-old me ever had sex. That happened in college. My junior year I met my ex. It happened fast and with little fanfare. Probably for the best. I didn’t know what I was doing, but now I do. I know how to please a woman and I’m ready to make Marley scream my name.

  I lead her into the house with little said.

  “You want a drink?” I ask, wondering how much foreplay of a seductive nature I should give her.

  She turns from examining a photo I took of a local piece of architecture that I love. “No. I want you, Carr.”

  My stomach turns inside out. I reach out and she slips her thin fingers in with mine.

  I lead her to the bedroom. I can hear her breaths behind me, shallow and delicate. I turn on an end table lamp to create a glow.

  Everything in the bedroom is new. I burned the other stuff. No, like really. Took it to a friend’s acreage in the country and set it all on fire. It had bad memories. And the ex didn’t want it, said it was garbage.

  Then I brought in a decorator and let her go crazy, within budget. The high black-lacquered contemporary pieces aren’t what I would have picked out, but they do remind me of a high-end hotel. Shiny. Sensual. Slick.

  I come back to her. “I’m here for your pleasure, Marley. I want you to feel like you’re a queen.”

  She’s going to be my queen. And she’s looking up at me like I’m her King. My cock swells in my pants.

  I lower my head while slipping my hands around her, pulling her to me. Soft kitten breaths brush my lips. I claim those dark cherry lips with a firm pressure and she stiffens in my arms.

  Shit. Have I overestimated how innocent she actually is?

  I pull away. “Marley?”

  “Try it again,” she whispers against my lips.

  I press lightly this time, but her hands slide behind my neck and pull my lips confidently to hers.

  That’s right, baby.

  I back her toward the bed with my hands at her waist. I unbutton my button-up and leave it gaping.

  Her mouth opens and she slides one finger right down the ridge that separates east and west pecs and then down my abs. Her pupils widen and she licks her lips.

  The heat she’s giving off is nuclear. I can imagine twenty-four years of trapping all that desire inside and she’s ready for a good 5-alarm meltdown.

  My lips slip to her jawline, then to her neck, soft skin glides under my lips and she moans like she’s already possessed. The sound is better than anything I’ve ever heard. She’s truly…magnificent.

  “Baby, God, if you keep moaning like that, I’m gonna come in my jeans.”

  Her hands reach down and frantically work the button and zipper on my jeans. They slid down my legs and her hand flutters over my boxer covered cock.

  “Wow…” Her mouth stays open in a wide gape. “Extra-extra you are.” She increases her pressure and my cock becomes granite.

  “Shit.” I list my head back as her lips grind along my neck.

  I conjure up every thought I can to stay out of the zone. That zone where the completely inevitable becomes a sad reality…it’s a lesson in thermodynamics as well as programming. You get out what you put in and right now she’s programming for a hot and quick return and a slow and unacceptable reboot. Quality assurance has got to kick in.

  Baseball. Red Sox. Homeruns. Sliding into home. Fuck.

  Even my standard topics to keep my mind off of the moment are betraying me.

  Her hands grab the waistband and in seconds, it’s gone.

  Fair is only fair, Miss Wyss.

  I bunch her dress up and she lifts her arms over her head. And there she stands in a bra and tight underwear, I think something to shape her. Something that looks like a medieval torture device and like she can’t breathe.

  I lift her chin. “You never have to wear those again. You’re beautiful, Marley. I can see your beauty. I hope that you can see it, too.”

  She pushes on my chest and I wonder if I’ve been too harsh. I didn’t mean it.

&nbs
p; “Marley, I just mean…”

  She shakes her head and reaches behind her. The two sides of her bra spring free and her weighty bust falls free as the fabric drops to the ground. “I hear you, Carr. I hear you and I feel it. I feel like a goddess when I’m with you and I can’t wait to be looking into your amazing liquid silver eyes when you’re coming.” She blushes. “But not until I come first.”

  Damn. The goddess in her is blossoming right in front of my eyes. This is Marley from behind the headset. This is the warrior who took down a whole platoon and I just sat back and watched. This is the Marley who tells off guys who keep telling her to leave a game and that women can’t play like men. This is the woman I need in my life.

  And that makes refusing that CTO position a no brainer. I like what I do. I won’t jeopardize what she and I have for a job ever again.

  She puts her thumbs in the waistband of the restrictive fabric and when she slips it down, she sighs. Relief. Respite. Release.

  I grab them from her hand. “How much do these cost?”

  “Seventy doll—”

  “Dollars?” I grab a seam and pull, the fabric tears. “You wanna finish them off? I’ll pay you the seventy.”

  Shaking her head, she sighs, “I hate them.” She grabs onto one side and we each pull, the fabric splintering at the seam.

  Her lips rise and she releases a deep laugh. “God that felt good.”

  “Never again, baby. I love your shape. All of it. It’s more…” I swallow. “It’s more to love, Marley. And I do.”

  My heart beats sure, waiting to hear the same.

  “I loved you from that first game of Rebel Expedition when you told that jerk to leave me alone.”

  She remembers.

  “You can stand up for yourself, Marley, I know you can but even then, I felt like I needed to protect you. To stand up in your corner and shout that you were amazing. The Magnificent Marley.”

  She shakes her head. “I thought you might be a fantasy of my hopes and dreams all rolled into one.”

  I slide a hand down the middle of her body and over her neatly trimmed patch. “I’m real, baby and I’m all yours.”

  I claim her mouth again and this time our tongues rumble. There’s another game happening now. But I’m okay if there’s no clear winner. We’re both clearly the winners here.

  I separate and pull back the covers. She slides in while I open the nightstand and pull out condoms. I see something else. I pull it out, too.

  “I just want to be clear. You’re a virgin?”

  She nods. “Is that a problem?”

  “It’s a challenge.”

  “How’s that?”

  I strip my shirt and lower my boxers. Her eyes widen and her head tips like she has to reorient her beliefs.

  “Challenge extended,” I say with a smirk and flick of my eyebrows.

  She reaches out and her warm hand pulls me into the bed by my cock. “Challenge accepted.”

  My piercing isn’t the only challenge. My girth and length will make for a need to go slow and probably use lube.

  I climb in and before she can say anything, my lips are around one of my nipples. They’re nice and big, just like I like them. I flick the hard nub, allowing it to slip off the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh…wow…that’s…I…like…that. A lot.” She pants every word.

  I reach between her legs and slide a finger along her pussy lips. She opens her legs slowly and I slip my middle finger inside of her body. The wetness is like a tidal wave on my hand. Just what we need and maybe that lube won’t be needed. She clenches around my finger and the pressure spins my head.

  Fuck, baby.

  I brush my thumb over her clit, and she shakes.

  “Carr…oh, Carr…”

  “That’s it, Marley. Come on my hand. Tell me what feels good, baby. Harder, faster, softer, slower…you tell me and it’s yours.” My cock jumps on every word and pre-cum slowly trickles out. I’m telling him to fuck-off right now. He’ll get his and if I have to end up beating off in the bathroom, that’s just what I’ll do. I’ll do anything to have her happy and satisfied.

  I slowly massage her internal walls with my finger and she relaxes. I press harder on her clit.

  “I like it soft.”

  I just barely skim the stiff peak with my thumb.

  “I’m close…Carr…I’m…” And her hands clamp down on the sheet under her as she screams my name. Her fists clenching and her mouth dropping open. I cover it with mine and continue to help her along the crest of her bliss.

  I whisper in her ear. “It’s so amazing watching you come.”

  “I want you inside of me. I want to feel you, Carr. Stretch me open and fill me up.”

  I still. “Condom?”

  “Are you clean?”

  I nod. “Tested and no one since.”

  “And I’m on the pill, just wanted to make sure you were willing to…”

  “Be safe?”

  “I’m sorry. I just haven’t had the best history with guys and especially not ones who look like you.”

  “Fuck those assholes. You’re gorgeous. You’re amazing. You’re brilliant. And I’m sure every man will envy me for having you on my arm.”

  “Then let’s go without. I want to feel you. I’m willing to accept what happens because…I love you, Carr.”

  “I’ll love you for a day past eternity, baby.”

  Marley

  His cock isn’t big. It’s a goddamn monster. I’m a little concerned, but I look into his eyes. Those gray orbs could calm me during Armageddon, I’m sure of that.

  “Baby,” his lips slide down my neck as he says, “Relax. Let me in, Marley. I know you want me in there…inside of you.”

  “You’re already inside of me, Carr.” I allow my legs to slacken and his cock pops through my untouched pussy.

  “That’s it… breathe.” He pushes up and I run my hands down his chest. He’s the perfection I always dreamed of, but never thought I could have. That tattoo is all kinds of colors, nothing is printed, just an amazing mélange of tie-dye on his upper arm and shoulder. It’s like he’s all of the colors.

  He reaches down and slips a hand under my leg, pulling the thigh to his chest and more of him slides inside of my body.

  I gasp and moan. “Oh, God.”

  “You tell me when you’re bottomed out.”

  “Are you almost in?”

  “About four more inches…”

  “Four?!” The word is loud from my mouth.

  “Nine is a lot of inches, baby. Don’t worry, not many women can take it all.”

  “Challenge accepted.”

  He chuckles. “I think enough of the challenges, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I know you don’t want to, but I want to make you feel good, too.”

  “Marley, just being here with you is enough. I promise.”

  I open up to him and my body blossoms to accept him. On his next thrust his nuts slap my ass and his jaw tightens.

  “Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Woman, you’re going to make me scream.”

  And the goddess in me knows that she’s won. She’s getting everything. Everything he has to offer.

  Soon we’re rocking in a rhythm that has my pussy quaking. She’s vibrating and I’m moaning on every thrust.

  “Carr…yes!”

  “Come on that cock, baby. Let me feel that fist of a pussy gripping my cock.”

  I reach between us and the first skim of my clit is the enough to send me into the stars. Fireworks explode behind my clenched eyes and my body feels like it’s both exploding and imploding. Pulses radiated out in big waves through my body. And then the sizzle warms my entire body.

  “That’s my girl.” He thrusts deep into my body once, twice, three times more and then plants. His lips cover mine. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Carr.”

  7

  Carr

  Her hand’s in mine and we’re wandering the southside farmer
s’ market. Yesterday we stayed in bed. I fed her breakfast and then I ate lunch…her. Her pussy is like sweet honey. And it made me crave the real thing.

  Buzzed & Combed is my favorite honey apiarist, so I walk with Marley to their booth.

  “Carr?” a voice calls out and I turn to my right.

  “Sloan…hey.” I pay before we slip to the next booth.

  Marley reads, “Cup-O-Cake. I love cupcakes.”

  “Who doesn’t?” I ask looking at the slim pickings. “I think everyone must. Had a good day?”

  “Definitely. Only a dozen left.”

  “I’ll take a Key Lime, please.” Marley pulls out some money and I get to Sloan’s hand first.

  Marley tips her head. “Stop it!”

  Sloan chuckles. “Get used to it. It’s this brand of man. They have to be taking care of us.”

  Alyx steps from behind the delivery van that his wife, Sloan, and sister, Addison, own for their cupcake business.

  Marley’s hand tightens in mine. I kiss her temple. “It’s okay, baby. I promise.”

  “I hear congratulations are in order, Sloan,” I say with a smile.

  Her hands go to her waist. “He told you, too?!” She shakes her head. “We’d agreed to wait another two weeks to be sure, but…thank you, Carr. I really appreciate it.”

  “Ooops, yeah, the boss didn’t tell me that.”

  “You’re expecting?” Marley asks and the two of them start off on a tangent about babies and due dates and names.

  Alyx’s eyes drop to my hand in hers when he walks closer. “Carr…” He smiles tightly and I can sense his trepidation, but he doesn’t get to decide my life.

  “Sorry, Alyx, I didn’t know the news of the baby was a secret.”

  He brushes it away. “No worries. She’s told people, too.” He wraps an arm around Sloan’s waist. “We’re both blessed. Marley, great to see you and I see you chose one of my personal favorites.” He points to the container. “Actually, it’s the first Cup-O-Cake flavor I ever had. Never knew vegan, gluten-free cupcakes could be so good.”

  “I can’t wait. Saving it for dinner to share.” Her eyes look up at me and sparkle in the morning light.