Honey Do Me, page 15
part #4 of Nights In New York Series
“Ouch,” I say with a laugh as I grab Becca and pull her close. “That one was below the belt.”
“Or under the shoe?” she responds innocently.
“Back to the kitchen, doll,” I suggest, giving her a pat on the ass. “Daddy’s hungry.”
“Yeah, I’d say to get a room, but I’ve also never fucking seen you like this, man,” Taylor says as Becca excuses herself and bounces back to the kitchen. Ashley follows her for some wine, leaving Taylor and I in the entryway.
“Becca, this place is so cute and, dare I say, livable,” I hear Ashley say from the kitchen.
“You can thank Carter for that,” Becca responds, and I smile when I heard her mentions my name. “He did everything: from sanding and staining the floors, fixing the fridge and oven, the piping—he even got rid of all the plague-infested rats.”
I head to the counter with the whiskey Taylor brought and pour ourselves two drinks.
“I never took you for the handyman, Carter,” Ashley comments, walking out of the kitchen. “Or the lumberjack.”
“I’m a man of many talents and secrets,” I smirk as Becca comes out of the kitchen again.
There’s a moment of silence, and Ashley looks at Becca. They exchange a glance.
I know it’s nothing, but it feels…odd.
The girls go back to the kitchen, and Taylor and I head to the living room.
“Not too shabby of a job here,” he says, surveying the room.
I follow his gaze, feeling good about the job I’ve done. In all fairness, I’ve done an awesome job converting this place from the shithole that it was to a livable and comfortable place it is now.
If I’m not too careful, I might just become the next big star on HGTV. Hell, I’m better looking than both of those Property Brothers, even if you’re into twin fetishes.
“Austin helped me out here and there, but thanks, man. It was a lot of hard work. I’m happy with how it all turned out,” I tell him. “I have to admit, it feels good to do something with your own hands.”
“You’re saying your hands are idle? Has Becca bored you already?” he snorts and sips his whiskey.
I’m going to reply but—
KNOCK, KNOCK.
I get up to greet our next guests, but Becca beats me to it.
“Welcome, friends!” she greets them enthusiastically and steps back to let them in.
“Holy fuck!” Colt blurts out when he comes inside, almost like it hit him in the face.
“I’m impressed,” Serena adds, nodding her head in approval. “It’s so cozy in here. I love it!”
“Drinks are on the counter, and food is on the table here. Please, don’t hesitate to ask for anything! We’re so happy you all came,” Becca beams with pride, holding her hands together against her chest as she welcomes people into our home.
“Becca, wait. Is this? No way!” Serena rushes over to examine the side table. The gold metal accents and wooden top is, of course, courtesy of Oakmount Domina—a merging of two worlds—but it’s a one-of-a-kind piece. I’ve had it custom-made for Becca and fixed her apartment up with that in mind.
“Yeah,” Becca giggles and looks up at me, blowing me a kiss. “Carter commissioned Austin to make it for me. He picked it out and everything.”
“Wow. Carter, I have to say, you have good taste.” Serena arches her brow and smirks.
I walk over to the ladies ogling my piece—a common occurrence in the past for other reasons that don’t apply now that Becca is in my life—and pull Becca into me, planting a kiss on her temple.
“I’d like to think it symbolizes Becca. Though she’s tough and gorgeous on the outside, there’s so much more than meets the eyes. She’s a mixture of two contradictory yet complimentary materials, and when put together…”
The room grows silent, and I hear Taylor hit Colt’s shoulder, and then they both point to me, laughing in pity.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Taylor laughs, grasping on to his stomach.
“Oh my God, Taylor.” Ashley punches him playfully. “What he was saying was beautiful!”
“No, no, it’s fine. I should’ve stopped before I got started. I’m not a fucking poet, that’s for sure,” I admit and release my hold on Becca.
She squeezes my hand and whispers “I love it” into my ear.
And that’s all I wanted, and needed, to hear.
We all spread out between the kitchen and the living room. The marble countertop which is also a bar, separates the two rooms. I switch on the Edison light fixtures above it and take a moment to enjoy the evening.
This is so much better than acharity gala.
Fuck galas at the Met.
Becca and I, entertaining our friends, at her place—no, our place. This is the place I want to be.
She catches me staring at her, and she smiles, winking at me. But it suddenly fades away when Ashley grabs her elbow and tugs her over to the corner.
What the hell was that?
“So, what made you want to do all of this?” Colt asks me while he inspects the finish on the cabinets I did earlier this week. It’s white, in the hopes of brightening this place up, but it’s also a nice contrast with the darker, almost cocoa-colored countertops. It makes for a more intimate yet modern feel to the apartment.
Okay, yeah, most of these words are coming from Austin, but I totally see it too.
That’s what Becca needed: a home that not only feels comfortable and safe, but also reflects her personality.
Becca is simple. She’s me, but female. And I fucking love it.
“It was all part of the bet,” I coat over the complete truth. “I had to prove to her that I, the billionaire, could make it and relate to the real world.”
“I think you’re winning that bet,” Colt snickers.
I look to Taylor, and he sips his whiskey, staying quiet.
“When is this whole bet thing over with?” Colt asks, leaning against the counter.
“We said a total of three months, so less than two more weeks, give or take.” I sway my head back and forth, calculating the numbers.
Truth be told, I’m fucking worried.
What kind of day is it going to be when I have to choose to either tell Becca to her face that she’s convinced me how I knew nothing about life till I met her and then give up my companies?
Remember what I’ve told you from the very start: Carter Kane always keeps his word?
And she’s opened my fucking eyes. I’m probably going to lose this bet, and I’m going to have to what? Give up my companies?
How am I going to feel? I’ve never thought much about it till now. Every time thoughts like this enter my mind, I’ve successfully pushed them aside.
“Who’s going to win?” Colt asks.
I just shake my head.
The thought of ending this makes my chest ache.
I could harden my heart and try to win. But what would that do to the fucking love of my life?
“It’s made me realize a lot, actually,” I confess, looking down at my whiskey as I swirl it around in my glass.
“What’s that, lover boy?” Serena chimes in, nuzzling up to Colt.
I see Taylor in the corner of my eyes take another gulp and roll his eyes.
What’s up with him tonight? He goes from taunting me one moment to stewing in silence the next.
It’s fucking weird. It’s not like him at all.
“I’ve acted like a pompous asshole for too long. And I’ve realized that I’ve done a lot that comes across as another rich elitist jerk. Doing this type of work and being around people who aren’t billionaires,” I point to my friends, “really makes you take a step back and re-evaluate your life.”
“Some would say it’s a humbling experience,” Becca says out of nowhere, and she hooks her arm around mine.
“Sure,” I chuckle, and the others stare at us as we fall into each other’s eyes.
Becca breaks it up, feeling the tension between us rising to a point of no return. She must be feeling the same thing too.
We’ve never discussed the bet, but it’s always been the elephant in the room.
“Anyone care for a refill?” Becca offers, clearing her throat.
The girls go to the kitchen, and I’m left wondering how to stop being such a fucking downer. Carter Kane is usually the life of the party.
I make a mental note to ask Becca what’s up with them. Every once in a while, I see them whispering about something that seems really serious. I just want to know if something’s wrong so that I can fucking fix it.
Because that’s what I do now: I fix shit.
Becca’s shit, my shit—fuck, anyone’s damn shit. I’m all into helping people these days. And when it comes to Becca, I’m first in line, like a volunteer firefighter, always up for the task and the risk.
Fuck. Just another one of my worries to add to the pile.
And that’s how the evening goes, with me alternating between loving the evening and then dreading the future.
Once Taylor and Ashley, the last of our guests, stumble out of our apartment, I meet Becca in the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck.
“You smell so good,” I say admiringly.
She instinctively shrugs her shoulder up, my lips tickling her delicate skin. Turning around to face me, she holds my face in her hands and stares at me, her gaze penetrating into some deep dark crevice inside me.
“Tonight was perfect,” she says as her eyes sparkle, and she kisses me tenderly.
Before I let it get too far, my hands already half way up her stomach and tracing the clasp of her bra, I stop.
I have to talk to her now.
“I love you, Becca,” I let the words fall out as naturally as my love for her feels.
What? Can’t you tell based on the previous chapters? I’m fucking falling in love with this woman.
Come to think about it…I’m in love with this woman. There’s no turning away from this. It feels like I’m defeated, but in the most gratifying and enlivening way.
Tears form in the corner of her eyes, and she forcefully pushes herself against me, kissing me frantically. I take her blouse off and hoist her up on the counter, grinding my cock against her. She removes my shirt, and our pants find their way to the floor.
Breathlessly, I lean back, sliding her ass to the edge of the counter so that it’s directly above my cock.
“And tonight was perfect. Thank you.” My lips find hers.
There’s no need to be graceful this time. Hell, I don’t think we could if we tried. I’ll never be able to get enough of this woman, and I don’t plan on trying either.
I need her, and she needs me.
I fucking love her.
Fuck the bet.
Whatever is destined to happen will happen.
But as long as I’m with her, I couldn’t care less.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Becca
Of all places, who would have thought this would be the one where I’d find love? And, of all people, who would have thought it would be Carter?
Not me.
“I love you too,” I whisper back at him, barely believing that I’m really saying it.
Somehow, it just makes it all more true. Because, no matter from which angle I look at this, there’s no escaping the truth: I’ve fallen in love with the enemy. I’ve fallen in love with Carter Kane.
Smiling, he takes one step forward and rests his hands on my hips, gently pushing me back against the wall.
“I don’t know what you did to me,” I whisper with a smile on my lips. “But tonight, I want you to make me yours.”
“You already are, Becca,” he responds, his eyes never leaving mine.
I don’t say a word. I just take my right hand to his crotch and curl my fingers around the hard shape bulging against his pants. I tighten my grip around his cock, and then return his gaze.
“Then prove it,” I tease him, watching as his face slowly closes in on mine. Our lips are dangerously close, and I know it’s just a matter of time before we lose it.
I want him to make me his, yes. But he’s already mine as well.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Becca,” he finally says, and then he kisses me passionately. I savor his lips and the scent of his breath.
Makes the two of us, I ponder as he uses the tip of his tongue to part my lips.
His kiss intensifies. There’s daunting patience to the way he takes one hand up and softly wraps his fingers around my throat. He’s all about control, and—God, forgive me—there’s nothing I want more right now than to submit to him.
“Aren’t you afraid?” I ask him as he pulls back from my lips, hunger flashing in his eyes. “I’m the enemy.”
“Afraid?” he laughs, slowly taking his fingers off my throat and resting both hands on my hips, pushing me back and making sure I have my ass pressed against the wall. “I’m not afraid of you, Becca.”
“Bold…I like that,” I tease him. I pause slightly, my eyes locked on his as I offer him a mocking grin. “Now show me all of that boldness, will you?”
“What the lady wants, the lady gets,” he says, and I watch as that hunger in his eyes slowly grows from a single flame into an unbridled wildfire. “But I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me just how bad you need me to fuck you.”
“Aren’t actions worth more than words?” Purring, I hook my fingers on his belt and slowly start unbuckling it. I unzip his pants, his cock bulging against his boxer briefs, and I feel its warmth against my fingers. With a knot on my throat, I turn my hand around and grip his cock tight over his underwear, its thickness against my delicate fingers almost maddening.
“I’m not gonna argue with that,” he murmurs, his words heavy. “I guess it’s time I shut you up. Actions before words, right?”
With one hand on my right shoulder, he motions me to go down on my knees right in front of him, and my heart starts beating so fast it feels like there’s a firefight going on inside my chest.
Holding my breath, I pull his boxer briefs down and feel my insides clench as his cock springs free. Three words, but they perfectly describe everything you need to know about him: hard, thick, and long. Considering all those three things, combined or separately, he beats every single man I’ve ever been with.
Gripping his cock, I lean in and brush the tip of my tongue along the length of his shaft, going from its tip to the base. I keep doing it for a few maddening seconds, and then I simply wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, the saltiness of his pre-cum coating my tongue.
I close my eyes as I feel his cock pressing down my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, and I start rolling my lips down its length. I take it slow, inch by tortuous inch, and I only stop when I feel the skin at the base. Groaning, he rests both hands on my hair and tangles his fingers on it.
From the pressure of his fingertips, I can tell that he’s enjoying this. And so am I.
Moaning, I start bobbing my head, my lips moving smoothly over his cock. I caress his balls as I do it, rolling them over the fingers of my right hand, while I use my left hand to stroke him. My lips and hands are moving in unison.
“I don’t want you to have all the fun, doll,” I hear him say as he makes me stop, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Looking down at me, he offers me a grin and then picks me up from the floor.
“Then join me,” I reply, grabbing his shirt and ripping it open, buttons scattering on the floor.
He’s out of his clothes fast, and then he pulls me into him and picks me up into his arms. Carrying me into the bedroom, he then lays me down on the bed and slowly pulls the dress down my body.
“I’ll never get tired of your body,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, as he unclasps my bra. Holding my breath, I bite my bottom lip as he slowly pushes my thong down, the cool air of the room lapping at my wetness.
“You come here,” I pant, one arm around his neck as I pull him into me.
Lying back, I press my forehead against his, with our eyes locked on each other, as he grabs his hard cock and brushes it against my wet pussy.
“Make me yours,” I moan, and that’s exactly what he does.
I arch my back, a loud moan leaving my lips as he slides his cock deep inside me.
Lost in his embrace, I bury my fingernails into his shoulder blades, our bodies becoming one. It doesn’t take long before that inevitable pressure builds up inside me, my whole body burning from the inside out.
“So...fucking...good,” I moan as my body explodes, the stab of pleasure cutting deep into my soul. “But I want more.”
Pushing him back, I offer him a devious grin and then go on all fours, wiggling my ass at him.
“Now we’re talking,” he says excitedly.
Holding me tight, his fingers like hooks on my hips, he pushes his cock into my pussy and starts thrusting as hard as he can. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as he slams his hips against my ass cheeks, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the whole room.
I grab at the sheets, bunching them up in my hands as I try to endure his thrusts. He’s fucking me hard, as hard as I want him to, but for a fraction of a moment, I can’t help but doubt if I can take it. It’s just too much pleasurable.
Not that I’d ever let him know that.
“Harder,” I demand, pushing the words past my gritted teeth. I’m not even sure if I can take his hard thrusts, but I’m losing it. Whenever I have him like this, his naked body mine for the taking, rationality becomes a meaningless word.
When we’re together, it’s all about instinct.
“I want you…I want you to come for me,” I tell him, already feeling my insides clenching in anticipation. Flames of ecstasy are already devouring every single thought inside my head, an orgasm crackling somewhere beneath the surface.
And when it hits, it hits hard.
I lose all strength on my arms, collapsing on top of the mattress as every single muscle in my body starts twitching. For a moment, I become fire and ice…heaven and hell.
And then he groans, his cock hardening inside my tight pussy.
