Taking the Fall: Vol 2

by Riley, Alexa

  “I have clothes I can wear. This thing is huge on me.”

  “I like seeing you in my shit, so you’ll wear it. Got it, Cherry?” He says this like it’s a question but we both know he’s telling, not asking. He smacks my ass and pushes me towards the kitchen. “Food, woman. We’re all starving here.”

  I shoot him a pissed-off look but the idea of going into the kitchen and making us breakfast makes me way happier than it should. It shows me how much we’ve missed, and how excited I am to do these little things with him.

  When I’m halfway down the hall, Carter grabs me and spins me around.

  “I gotta make a call so I’m going to step out back,” he tells me.

  I want to question him, but I want him to know I trust him too.

  “Mmkay.”

  “Kiss me, Cherry.”

  “I can’t,” I pout.

  “And why the fuck not?” he growls.

  “Because you’re a freaking giant and I’ll never reach,” I snap at him, loving that this is what we’re bickering about. Picking me up, he gives me a soft tender kiss, different from his usual punishing kisses. He nibbles at my lips and lazily slips his tongue into my mouth. After a moment, he’s sets me back on the ground again.

  “I’ll just be out back if you need me.”

  Nodding my head, I go to the kitchen and start taking things out of the fridge to make omelets. Suddenly I hear the front door lock click and Justin comes strolling in.

  “Layla! I’ve been so worried about you. I heard what happened, and you haven’t been answering any of my calls,” he says as he rushes over towards me.

  Crap! I don’t even remember where I left my phone. I bet Jeanette is blowing it up right now too.

  “Sorry. Time just got away from me, I guess.” I blush when I think of what I’ve really been up to.

  Taking my face in his hands, Justin looks over me

  “Is the baby okay? I told you if you ever needed anything, I’m here for you and the baby.”

  “Justin, we’re fine,” I say adamantly and I reach up to remove his hands from my face. I notice too late that he’s leaning into me.

  CARTER

  “Looks like I’m going back to jail.”

  I’m not out of the room five fucking minutes and this little dipshit is trying to move in on my woman.

  My body moves on autopilot. Next thing I know he’s on the ground and I’m kneeling on his neck. Somewhere in the background I can hear Layla telling me to let him up. She’s adorable when she’s panicking.

  “Carter! Get off him! He’s turning blue!” I look down and see Baby Bitch, a.k.a. Justin, is in fact, turning blue. His arms and legs flail but it’s useless when I’ve got his whole body pinned down with just my knee. I don’t know why Cherry is freaking out. I told her I wanted him gone but here he is. When I walked in and saw him touching her, rage shot through my body and I swear I saw red. I don’t like Cherry seeing me like this but this is who I am. It’s best she learns to keep other men the fuck away from her now.

  I reach down and punch the side of his thigh in a quick jab. It gives him a charley-horse and he starts to cramp up. I lean over and do the same to the other leg so now he’s somewhat still.

  “I’m gonna let you up because I don’t wanna get blood inside Layla’s house. But after I let you up, I’m gonna take you out back and show you the wood shed.”

  “Carter! Seriously. I don’t even have a wood shed! Let him up!” Layla sounds more and more annoyed, so I give in.

  I take my body off his neck and he immediately begins to choke and cough. I grab him by his pink polo collar with both hands and push him into the nearest wall. I hold him about two feet off the floor because I’m not entirely sure his legs have recovered enough for him to stand. Sadly the little shit still isn’t eye to eye with me. I’m not sure what Cherry saw in him.

  “You mind telling me what in the fuck flavor Pop-Tart you had for breakfast that made you think it was all right touch my woman? Let me educate you. You see that redhead behind me?” I nod over my shoulder in her direction and he lets out a muffled “yeah”.

  “That pretty thing is mine. You see, you might have gotten to take her out and show her off for a little bit, but she never belonged to you. You seem like a smart kid, but I’ll dumb it down, just so you don’t get it twisted.” I lean in a little because I don’t want Baby Bitch to miss a beat. “I grew up alone and never learned to share real good. Letting you breathe the same air as her is all you’re gonna to get. You ever think about putting your prissy-ass hands on her again and you’ll be jerking off with nubs. That clear?”

  He nods his head, and I ease off a little. I don’t want him to piss himself in the house. I let go of his collar and he braces himself against the wall to keep from falling. I shake with rage and adrenaline, but my breathing is even and I don’t show the slightest weakness. Behind me, I feel Cherry put her hand on my lower back, as if to tell me she knows how upset I am. Her touch is all I need, and I feel the rage slip from my body. I shift to position myself in front of her to keep him from looking at her. She’s still only in my shirt, and while it covers her completely, she’s not wearing any underwear.

  “Cherry, did you let him in?” I ask over my shoulder.

  “No, he has a key,” she says weakly, and my blood starts to boil again. I breathe in through my nose to try to keep myself from grabbing at him again. I will deal with her whenever he’s gone. Right now I need to try to maintain control.

  “Leave the key. You’re no longer free to come and go. Thanks for stopping by, but Daddy’s home now.”

  I feel Cherry stiffen behind me. I can barely keep from rolling my eyes. She’s so gonna get it. He rubs his neck as he pulls out the key and drops it on the counter.

  “Layl–” he starts to speak but I stop him.

  “Don’t you even fucking think about saying her name. I don’t remember anybody in this whole goddamn house giving you permission to speak.” I make an exaggerated look around the house just to be an asshole. “I might be big but I’m not slow. Doesn't look like anybody here said you could say a fucking word, Junior. Drop the key and get to stepping.”

  “Justin, I’m sorry. I’ll call you...”

  “No you fucking won’t,” I interrupt Cherry. I will flip the motherfucking house upside down before that day happens. “No she won’t. You won’t be hearing from her ever again. Don’t wanna get your hopes up, because that shit is most definitely not happening.”

  He just shakes his head and walks out the front door, slamming it behind him. Immediately I flip around and grab Cherry.

  “Carter!” she shouts, but I’m not having it. I’m so pissed and I know she’s the only thing that can calm me down. I can’t believe that fucker had a key to my woman’s house. I told her to drop his ass months ago.

  I pick her up and take her back to the bedroom. I put her down and spin her around so she’s facing the bed. I push her shoulders down, so her face is on the mattress and her bottom goes up in the air. I flip her shirt up exposing her big juicy ass, and I grab her around the waist with my left arm. I pull my right hand back and start laying into her ass. I spank her cheeks bright red and she screams obscenities at me.

  “You keep saying all those dirty words and I’ll just keep spanking, Cherry.”

  “Carter, you barbaric asshole!” she shouts into the mattress. That one actually makes me smile.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing, baby girl.” I give her a few more loud smacks until both of her cheeks are as bright as her hair. Her screams have now turned to moans and I can’t fucking believe it.

  “I should have known Baby Bitch was gonna come sniffing around. Fucking snake was just waiting on me to look away.”

  As I let out all of my frustrations on Cherry ass, I undo my pants and get into position behind her. My dick is hard, and I need to let out some of my anger.

  “I know that this is partly my fault, but I need to claim you right now, Cherry.”


  I line my cock up with her opening and slam home. She lets out another moan into the mattress. I don’t slow down. I grab her ass cheeks with both my hands and squeeze them hard. I know they’re sore from my spanking, but I need her to remember who she belongs to. I grip hard as I pound into her, but I can’t stop. She’s going to feel me for the rest of the day. Every step she takes will remind her of who she belongs to, who takes care of her.

  “This is mine, Cherry. All mine. Tell me. Tell me whose pussy it is.”

  “Carter!” she yells, but I wanna hear it some more.

  “Say it, baby. You’ve got your face down, pussy in the air, and ten inches balls deep. Whose is it?”

  “It’s yours, Carter. It’s only yours.”

  “Goddamn right, it’s mine. Now you fucking say it over and over until the neighbors know it too.” She doesn’t have to know the neighbors aren’t really home – like I would let them hear my Cherry cum.

  I give it to her hard, but my girl pushes back against me and matches me stroke for stroke. Her wetness coats my dick and runs down my balls. Our sex is loud and smacking sounds are ringing through the room.

  I feel her little fingers reach back and touch where we’re joined. I can feel her touch my balls when I bottom out inside her. She coats her fingers in her juices and I can hear when she hits her clit. Her pussy starts to squeeze me and I know she’s about to go off.

  Before I completely bust my nut, I pull out and start jerking my cock. I feel it coming and I watch as her orgasm hits her. I can see her pussy pulse likes it misses my cock to hold on to while she cums. Seeing her wet pussy beg for me, I let loose and cum all over her pink ass. It takes every bit of concentration I have, but when I’m finished I stand back and smile.

  Cherry looks over her shoulder at me and then down to her ass. “What did you do, Carter?”

  I look down and written in cum across her ass cheeks is the word “MINE”.

  “Just marking my territory, baby,” I say and turn around and go to the kitchen. I’m still hungry as fuck.

  “What the hell?” I hear her shouting from the bedroom and my guess is she went to the mirror. I’m still smiling when I start cracking eggs and getting breakfast ready.

  Cherry comes stomping into the kitchen and I turn around and kiss her forehead. She’s so cute when she’s worked up.

  “Carter, what were you thinking? That was completely caveman!”

  “I seem to recall your pussy being in total agreement with me five minutes ago. Sit your pretty ass down and let me cook for my family.”

  She stomps her foot but goes to the table and sits. I go back to what I was doing and start to whistle. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life.

  “He would come over and fix things. That’s why he had a key,” Cherry says as a way of an apology.

  “I should’ve told you where I was and that I was coming back. I get that.” I turn around from the stove and her eyes meet mine. “He’s never to touch you again. No matter what the reason. You got me?”

  “I got you, Carter.”

  “Good. Now let’s feed that growing baby boy in there. Gotta make him big and strong like Daddy.”

  I see Cherry blush and I’m sure she’s thinking of when I said that word earlier. She thinks I don’t know what’s in those books she reads, but my girl is dirty. And I love it.

  In the afternoon we both lie naked on the living room floor. We’ve successfully fucked in every corner of this house and this is where we’ve ended up. To be fair though, this house is tiny, and we had to hit a couple of places twice.

  “It’s time to get up, Cherry. I need you to pack a couple of bags.”

  She was dozing on and off across my chest but at my statement she picks her head up and looks at me. A look of confusion crosses her face and she tilts her head to the side. I sit up quickly and grab her face with both hands and kiss her with all my love. God, could she be any more perfect?

  “What was that for?” she asks.

  “Nothing. I just hope our little guy is as cute as you,” I say and lean down and kiss her belly. I would love a little girl with red hair like her but I don’t think I could survive it.

  “Whatever,” she says curiously, and then starts asking questions. “Where are we going? Why do I need to pack a bag? Carter, a woman needs details. You can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect me to say ‘Okay’.”

  “I’ve got a safe house set up for us. Part of what I was doing while I was away was creating a safe place for you to be if someone came after you. Well, it looks like that time is up after yesterday. I think your father has put a price on your head and I don’t feel safe having you out in the open like this. I wanted to give you today in this house with me so we could have some fond memories, but we’re running out of time.”

  “Why would my father do that? Why after all this time is he coming after me? I don’t understand.”

  “It’s because I’m out. He knows exactly what you mean to me, and he knows I would give up my own life to save you. You, my love, are the most powerful card in the deck, and he wants you.”

  “Carter, I can’t just give up everything and go with you. I have a life, a job, friends, this house. You can’t expect me to just go.”

  I stand up and pull her off the floor with me. “That’s exactly what I expect, Layla. It’s too dangerous right now, and if I can’t be by your side, I need to know that you are completely protected.”

  She jerks away from my hand and takes a step back. “What do you mean ‘if I can’t be by your side’? Are you planning on leaving me again?” She’s getting angry and I need to control this situation.

  “I’m not planning on leaving you ever again, Cherry. But I need to realistic and so do you. I need to tie up loose ends and take care of business. I can’t do that with my pregnant wife by my side.”

  She stops moving away from me and stands frozen in place.

  “I mean it, Cherry. You’re not safe on your own, and it’s my job to protect you. It’s the only thing in my life I ever knew I was meant to do. The one good thing I did was protect you and I’m not about to stop.”

  She remains stock still and I start to wonder if something is wrong with her or the baby.

  “Layla,” I say slowly as I approach her. “You okay, baby?”

  “Wife,” she whispers. “You said ‘wife’.”

  “Yes. What’s the question?”

  “You didn’t even ask me, Carter. Was that supposed to be a proposal?”

  I laugh out loud. A big bark of laughter makes my whole body shake. “It’s adorable you think you have a choice, baby. See you’re confusing me with the normal guy that gets down on one knee and asks his girl for permission.” I lean down so we’re eye to eye and I wrap my arms around her waist. “With you and me, Cherry, there’s not one goddamn question. You’re mine, I’m yours. End of discussion.”

  I release her, and slap her ass playfully. “Get that booty in gear, baby, I want to make it to the new place by sundown.”

  LAYLA

  Carter nudges me down the hall and into my bedroom where he proceeds to pull my bags from the closet and starts throwing my clothes into them. I’ve wanted to be with Carter for as long as I can remember, but this is too much. He wants me to just up and leave the only real life I’ve ever had. He hasn’t even told me everything. I can tell the love/sex fog he’s kept me in for the past twelve hours is starting to clear.

  It was fun to live in it for a little, but I need something solid. I have to have a better understanding of what’s happening.

  “Carter. Stop,” I say and grab a hold of his arm. He just pushes on, throwing more stuff into a bag. Making his way over to my dresser he starts pulling out my underwear. When he gets to a pink thong, he turns and glares at me, holding it up with one finger.

  “You wear this for that fucker?”

  Walking over, I snatch it from him and throw it back in the drawer.

  “We’re really back to that, C
arter? I let you calm down, but don’t think I won’t be bringing your little fit over Justin up.”

  “You fucking with me? Unless you're looking for me to turn your ass pink again, I think it’s best you pick another fight, because the next spanking about that fucker won't end with moaning and cumming.”

  “I get it, I really do. You don’t like him. Fine. I wouldn't want to hear or see your exes either.”

  “What exes? You ever seen a chick near me?”

  “Carter, you weren't a freaking virgin!” I shout, trying to make him understand what I’m saying.

  “While I love to see you get all worked up, baby, you better take it down a notch, because all you're doing right now is making my cock hard. And for the record, no, I wasn't a fucking virgin, but like I told you time and time again, I haven't touched another woman since I laid eyes on you, even when I didn't think I could have you.”

  “Carter,” I say breathlessly. It’s still hard for me to believe he’s wanted me since then. I remember following him around like a lost little puppy, all dreamy eyed. He was the only person who ever gave me attention at home. Both my parents were always too busy or just didn't seem to care. I latched on to him. I often saw some of the women my father and his men would sneak in and out of the back guest house. I always wondered if Carter was with them too.

  I remember getting jealous a few times. I never understood how my mom could handle it – all these women coming and going out the back door like it was no big deal. I’d always get my swimsuit and hang around the pool when everyone was around. I was trying to get his attention, and it always worked. I wouldn't be out there ten minutes before he was pulling me to the house, back to my room. I thrived on it.