Take a Chance on Me (Baymoor Book 3)

by D. A. Young

  “Hey,” Annabelle said shyly as her foot trailed up the back of his leg. She wrapped her arms around Graham’s neck and pulled him down to her. Her nails raked over his smooth bald head, and goosebumps spread over his body. “Do me a favor, alright?”

  Graham’s lips swept over hers lightly, his tongue dipping between her lips to stroke hers. “Anything for you, Doc.”

  Annabelle wrapped both legs around his muscular thighs and captured his lips. “Make me holla, Mr. Carlton.”

  “With pleasure, Doc.”

  Graham cupped her breasts, cherishing the weight of them in his hands. He pushed them together and paid homage to Annabelle’s swollen, achy nipples. He alternated between each one licking, suctioning, and biting them as Annabelle thrashed frantically underneath him, rubbing her hot core against his shaft, coating him with her arousal. Her nails raked down his muscled back as she clutched him tighter to her and mewled her pleasure.

  Reluctantly Graham slid down her body, paying homage to her stretch marks by kissing the marks that crisscrossed against her abdomen before sliding down further to hook Annabelle’s legs over his arms, opening her up.

  Annabelle braced herself on her elbows to look down at Graham. She loved watching his reaction to seeing her treasure for the first time. She could feel his breath teasing her and Annabelle’s sex pulsated as Graham’s eyes turned obsidian with desire and he licked his lips hungrily at the sight. To know he wanted her so, gave her a heady sense of power.

  She slid her one hand between her nether lips to stroke her tender clit. Her breath caught and her hips jerked at how sensitive she was everywhere, but particularly her tender nub. Feeling like the briefest touch could trigger her orgasm, Annabelle jerked her hand back, and the movement spurred Graham to action. With hooded eyes, he released her breasts and caught her hand, guiding it back to her pussy.

  “Uh-uh, Doc. Don’t stop now, keep going. You have my undivided attention.” Annabelle was a visual feast for Graham’s eyes. The striking contrast of her gorgeous sable skin and her sweet pink treasure on display left Graham in awe and stimulated by the masterpiece in front of him. “Lemme see what you like before I take over.”

  The directive caused her overheated flesh to sizzle as Annabelle readily obliged him. Her hand dipped between her legs and she pleasured herself under his voracious gaze. Graham’s face was a tight mask of stark concentration as he stroked the insides of her thighs. Annabelle’s heavy panting and the sloshing signs of her excitement melded into a masterpiece for their ears alone as she put on a show for him. Thrusting her pussy in his face as her fingers plunged and slid, daring him to take action.

  Graham watched her fingers tunneling in and out of her sex, disappearing for longer periods of time, and emerging shinier each time they appeared. His dick was pleading that he resolve their problem but Graham refused to rush this. The wild abandonment on Annabelle’s lovely face spoke volumes to how close she was to cumming. With her skin glowing, eyes half-mast, lips parted in passion, and body undulating in ecstasy, Annabelle left him speechless.

  “Mmmm…shit…Graham! I need…you, please…” Annabelle was officially begging for him. Her body was throbbing from her ministrations of self-love and her thighs were shaking. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

  Graham caught her hand and raised it to his lips, sucking all of Annabelle’s cream from his fingers as he drew each digit into his mouth to savor one at a time. He flipped her around, and slapped her ass teasingly, then positioned it in the air for him. Annabelle tossed her braids to the side to peer over her shoulder at him, wiggling for Graham to hurry.

  He gripped her ass in place, slowly licking and nibbling his way up the inside of her thigh until he reached her saturated core. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he lifted her up while his tongue laved her drenched nether lips before plunging in and eating her sweetness ravenously. His fingers found her clit and teased it while he ate. God bless the multitasker. Annabelle’s arms buckled and her head fell to the bed in bliss as molten pleasure spread through her body. She cupped her breasts and tugged at her nipples, pressing her center closer to Graham’s face encouragingly.

  Her screams were muffled by the comforter as she wantonly grinded back into his face. Between his mouth, fingers, and the pressure on her breasts the orgasm was peaking too fast and she was unsure if she could handle its imminent arrival. She tried to back away and control it but Graham tightened his hold, alternating between nibbling and sucking on her clit and plunging his tongue deep into her pussy as his fingers caressed her booty and teased her forbidden hole.

  “Aaaaaaahhh!” She exploded, soaring higher and higher no sign of falling in sight as Graham lapped up her release and strummed her clit with his fingers. Only when Annabelle was spent, did he release his hold and she collapsed on the bed, her body still twitching as she tried to form a coherent sentence. “Wha-who-how…”

  Graham licked the perspiration trickling down her spine as he reached for one of the condoms and tore it open. Expertly he rolled it down his dick then rolled Annabelle over. Her eyes were glazed over and she wore a smile of contentment. He kissed her, tongue delving deeply as he gathered her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. With the other hand, Graham guided his shaft into her slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his length and girth. She was so damn tight.

  “Still with me, Doc?” The low intensity of his growl, vibrated through Annabelle’s body and she clenched her muscles around him in response to his steady penetration, causing sweat to break out on Graham’s forehead.

  “I ache for you,” She breathed against his mouth looking directly into his eyes. She could taste her essence on his tongue as Graham sank into her body, filling and stretching her beyond capacity. The line of pleasure-pain was being danced on as Annabelle eagerly succumbed to him. “You and only you, Graham Carlton. I love you so much.”

  “Jesus, Doc. I love you too.” Her tender vows broke Graham’s restraint and he withdrew then surged back into Annabelle until he bottomed out inside of her. Her eyes closed as she accepted all of him. He set a powerful pace with thrusts that caused Annabelle’s breasts to dance as he mastered her g-spot. Graham was mesmerized at the sight of the heavy globes bouncing rhythmically as she drenched him with her juices. His name fell from her lips in a worshipping chant that grew louder with each thrust he gave. Still she didn’t open her eyes.

  “Graham! Graham! Graaaham!”

  He’d known since he was little that drugs were bad. Not because they taught it in school, but because his mother was the worst addict that Graham had ever encountered. He couldn’t even be in the same room with an addict without his skin crawling, but the tables had turned on him. Annabelle was the ultimate drug and Graham was hopelessly addicted to her. He craved her mind, soul, heart, and this body. Her pussy was insanely perfect in every way. Her rich creamy taste, velvety texture, and a fit so constricted around his dick that it blew his mind. Forever with this woman wouldn’t be enough.

  “Are you okay, baby?”

  “More than okay, Graham. I’m perfect and you’re so very perfect.”

  Annabelle wrapped her legs around his muscular thighs and clutched at Graham’s back as he pistoned in and out of her. He lowered his head and drew a succulent nipple into his mouth and bit down, causing Annabelle to arch into him, eyes still closed. He drove her back down with his plunges, released her arms, and threw her legs over his shoulders. Hands spanning her waist, Graham surged harder. Annabelle’s senses were overloaded as Graham slid his hand between them and plucked her clit while switching his lips to her other breast. She came in a white-hot haze, her muscles clamping down so hard on Graham’s dick that he had no choice but to follow her over the ledge, as his orgasm was ripped from him and he emptied himself deep in her silken heat.

  ***

  “Gimme a second…” Annabelle finished the last bite of smoked gouda cheese and chewed methodically as she arranged her thoughts. Suddenly she snapped her
fingers triumphantly. “I think I have it now! Zay is your cousin, Casey is the oldest, then Darby and Jack is the baby and your best friend! Alexei and Vivienne are Kat’s children and Max and Wade are a couple!”

  “Noooo, woman!” Graham groaned good-naturedly, biting into the Honey Crisp apple he’d found in the picnic basket. He could feel Annabelle’s muffled laugh against his stomach where she lay her head and Graham handed her the half-eaten fruit. “I knew you weren’t paying attention.”

  They lay naked in bed, recuperating from round three in the shower. When Graham mentioned Wade and Eliza’s upcoming wedding, the conversation turned into a conversation of all of his friends and where they lived. Annabelle’s head was spinning as she tried to keep up with everyone to which Graham replied was okay because she’d get to meet everyone soon enough. Which was pretty much the equivalent to challenging her. So, they made a bet.

  The bet was that Annabelle would be able to name all of his friends and who exactly they were to him. She got two chances. If she lost, she had to impress him with her oral skills. If Annabelle won, she’d still get to impress him with her oral skills. Annabelle took the apple from him and bit into it. Sex with snacks was where it was at. She’d have to thank Edith when she saw her in the morning for the thoughtful gesture.

  “Why do you keep your eyes closed when we’re making love?” Graham asked as he played with her braids. She stiffened against him and his hand fell to her arm which he slowly rubbed, until the new found tension ebbed from her body. “You can tell me anything, Doc. I’m not judging you.”

  Annabelle caught his hand. She held it to her face noting that it could cover her face easily. That one hit from a man of Graham’s size could easily lay someone out. She imagined the power he’d put behind a blow with minimal effort then the power he’d unleash if he did exert himself. None of those facts about him frightened her. She opened his hand and kissed the center of his palm. “Before you, I’ve never closed my eyes during sex. I feel safe enough with you to let my guard down and live in the moment.”

  They both knew that like her admission at dinner yesterday, Graham was getting the sugarcoated version of what she’d went through. He was humbled and honored that she trusted him so completely. He wanted to discuss this further, but not tonight. Tonight, belonged exclusively to them. No ghosts allowed. He held his hand out. “You lost a bet. Time to pay up, Doc.”

  “It’s not my fault! You have too many friends to keep track of,” she whined handing the apple back to him. The twinkle in her eyes as she rolled to her knees and crawled over him, kneeling between his thighs, let him know she was toying with him. Her hand slid down to cup his balls, and she fondled them gently, loving the way his shaft surged to life. “I just knew I was going to get everything right this time! Oh, well, a bet’s a bet! Never let it be said that I’m a sore loser.”

  Her hand stroked his length while her tongue curled around the large mushroomed head and swiped up the precum that appeared. The apple fell out of Graham’s hand as his fists curled up, heated stare fixated on her. Annabelle winked at him before closing her eyes, and savoring his sticky salty-clean taste. “Mmmm. Now that’s good, Mr. Carlton.”

  She was going to be the death of him, Graham mused as Annabelle opened her eyes and rewarded him with a sultry smile. But what a way to go. Doc was insatiable and so responsive and loving that she melted under his touch, loving everything he did to her. Which was good, because he planned on doing everything to her. His eyes dropped to the body that he worshipped. Curves on curves and he loved how she wasn’t shy about her body. Proudly she’d pointed to her stretchmarks and called them badges of honor since she was proud to be Rory’s mother. Graham wasn’t sure what he’d done right to deserve her, but he’d kill anyone suicidal enough to get between them.

  His attention span vanished as Annabelle sucked him into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Graham’s toes cracked and his hoarse exclamation filled the air as his woman pleasured her man mercilessly.

  It was a win-win for everybody.

  ***

  The next afternoon, Warrick and Vechers met Graham at the airport bar, unable to look him in the eye, like two shamefaced little boys.

  “Gentlemen,” he greeted them mockingly. “How goes it?”

  “Name your price, Carlton,” Warrick stated wearily hating how cool and collected the bastard was. He’d spent the last couple of days stressing about what the photos could do to his marriage and career. His wife Marjory, was already a major shrew, Julian dreaded her turning into a vengeful one out for blood and his bank accounts. “Name it and get the hell out of our country.”

  “I concur,” Vechers added. “Although it was Warrick’s idea…”

  “No, it was that fat fuck’s brainchild!”

  “Do we need another timeout?” Graham finished the last of his gin and tonic while waiting for an answer. “I’m here to offer you a rather painless deal. All you have to do is accept my simple terms.”

  “Signed with our blood?” Warrick scoffed.

  “The only blood that will be spilled is yours if you fuck this up,” Graham responded mildly. “Now listen closely…”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Baymoor, Maryland

  A month and a half later…

  Graham was in a foul ass mood for two reasons as he checked the large subzero freezer of the Cashmere Inn’s kitchen for the third time. Reason one for his mood was because he was searching for the six pounds of smoked turkey wings he’d asked his sous chef Mario to order for him two days ago. But they were nowhere to be found. Instead there was a bag containing six pounds of ham hocks. Ham. Hocks. His award-winning collard greens with smoked turkey that he’d just been interviewed for by the Baymoor Gazette could not be made with ham hocks. Clenching his teeth so as not to lose it, he shut the fridge door quietly and placed his forehead against the cool surface.

  “You are a child of light. You are a child of light,” he reminded himself. The chant was the result of a Buddhism class he’d taken in the Marines to control his hot temper. At the time, he’d been researching various methods of finding inner peace. Unfortunately, the only peace he’d been able to find in that class was between the sexy instructor’s thighs. She had been more interested in him taking her to new heights of enlightenment than the other way around.

  He would talk to Mario tonight. Since coming back from Australia, this wasn’t the first time that Mario had gone against his directive and done what he thought was best. But for now, Graham had to make a call. One he really didn’t want to make in order to save his ass and tonight’s dinner. Sighing he pulled his phone out and dialed. It rang three times before a cranky voice answered.

  “Oui?” The voice on the other end barked, causing Graham to grin.

  “What’s got your panties in a bunch, old man?” There was a derisive snort on the other end.

  “Boy, what in de hell you want? It be about dinner time ‘round here and folks get cranky when my etouffee ain’t done.” Raymond said with his thick-as-molasses accent.

  “Listen, I was wondering if you could help a brotha out. I need a couple of pounds of smoked turkey wings. Any chance you have some laying around?” Graham asked bracing himself for the cantankerous chef’s snide comments. Raymond didn’t disappoint.

  “A good chef always has a well-stocked kitchen, non?” He boasted condescendingly. “What dis smoked turkey be fo’ anyway?”

  “Collard greens.” Graham answered shortly, and rolled his eyes, as Raymond sputtered in disbelief.

  “Turkey in collard greens? Boy, the only way collard greens be made right is with ham hocks!” he shouted. “Poultry in greens instead of pork is downright blasphemous!”

  “You sound just like my sous chef. Thankfully I know better. Collard greens taste better with smoked turkey, old man. Trust me, I’ve got the trophy to prove it.” Graham informed him smugly.

  “You ought to listen to Mario. He know a thang or two about good food. He trained at the right ha
nd of God, ya know.” Raymond snarked and Graham sighed in resignation. Of course, Mario had been trained by Raymond. It was exactly why the young man thought he knew everything.

  “Listen here old man—”

  “Old man?! Boy you ain’t too old to get your butt whupped Cajun style.” Raymond said threateningly.

  “Time and place, old man.” Graham taunted him. “It ain’t nothin’ but a smoked turkey wang.”

  “Which you ain’t got! Thanksgiving!” Raymond snapped. “Town Square, if you feelin’ froggy!”

  “What it’ll be?” Graham asked menacingly.

  They were finally going head-to-head. The rivalry had started last Thanksgiving when Graham made his chorizo cornbread stuffing. Guests raved about it and asked him for the recipe. Raymond had taken offense that people had even tasted another cook’s stuffing. He’d had Graham on his radar ever since.

  “The whole damn meal, young ‘un.” Raymond bragged with supreme confidence.

  “You barely survived the praise I got for my stuffing, and now, you want me to run you outta town with an entire dinner? With pleasure, old man,” Graham scoffed. “Can I get them wings, though?”

  “Sho’ thang. I’ll have Mario pick them up on his way out there. Don’t be offended, but I am gonna have to say somethin’ about his not following direct orders. He knows better. Later.” Raymond finished and hung up before Graham could protest or thank him.

  Reason two for his foul mood was because he’d yet to find Fowler. It was like the motherfucker dropped off the face of the earth. Graham had even enlisted the help of Darby and they’d turned up nothing. Too much of nothing. Both men were frustrated and the search was taking its toll on Graham as it kept him away from Annabelle and Rory. Skyping and Facetiming was challenging because of the different time zones but so far Annabelle hadn’t complained. She just graced him with that sweet smile, patiently waiting her turn while Rory chattered a mile a minute. Despite his raging hard-on and the way his eyes gobbled up her cleavage, he hadn’t brought up Skype sex, and had no intentions of doing so. Graham had spent enough time jacking off to Annabelle’s pic. He wouldn’t settle for less than the real damn thing.