The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [34]
She grabbed his ass and rotated her hips into him as she felt her body reach its peak. “Oh my . . . aww!” she screamed, as her toes curling and her body tensing up from the intensity of her orgasm.
“Damn, ma,” Carter said, pulling out and nutting against her flat stomach.
Miamor snuggled underneath Carter as they lay naked on the empty beach. He reached out and grabbed the blanket from their picnic and covered their bodies with it as they sat together and looked out on the ocean.
Carter was silent, and Miamor instantly began to regret having sex with him. Damn, I know this nigga probably thinking I’m a ho. I shouldn’t have fucked him this soon, she thought. Miamor had only been with one other person in her entire life, and she didn’t know why she had let Carter have her body so easily. There was something about him that she trusted, and he had her open.
“Carter, I don’t want you to think—”
“I don’t, so don’t worry about it,” he replied before she could even finish her sentence. He already knew what she was thinking, but he wasn’t shallow enough to worry about anything that happened before him. They were both grown as hell, and he didn’t want her to feel awkward for allowing him to enjoy her physically.
He turned her face toward his. “As long as you act like a lady, I’ll never think anything less of you, understand?”
She nodded her head. “Will I get to see you again?”
“I want to spend some time with you, but I need to take care of some business back home first.”
“Back home? You’re not from Miami?” Miamor realized she didn’t know a damn thing about this man.
“Naw, I’m from Michigan, from Flint.” Carter played with her fingers. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it.
“How long will you be gone?”
Carter smiled. He could hear the disappointment in her voice. He knew he had to be careful with this woman. He could see that Miamor played tough on the outside, but on the inside, she was hurt and neglected from her past, which made her susceptible to heartbreak. Her vulnerability pleased him, and he was willing to become her protector, if she played her cards right.
“Not long. I just need to tie up some loose ends. It looks like I’m gon’ be moving down here for a minute. Don’t worry, Miamor, I’ll make sure I check for you when I get back.”
She sat with her back to his chest and turned her neck to kiss him on the lips. “I better get going,” she said as she grabbed her dress and stepped into it.
Carter stood and slipped back into his clothing as well.
Miamor retrieved her clutch bag and pulled out a pen to write her number down. She grabbed his hand and wrote it on his skin and then wrote his number down as well.
“Call me when you come back in town,” she said as she looked up at him with a smile.
Carter grabbed the back of her neck and brought her body close to his as he leaned down to kiss her lips. “Be safe.”
Miamor stepped out of his arms and walked away. She smiled and waved before walking down the beach, toward the pier.
Carter shook his head as he watched her stroll away. Her hair was a mess, and sand stuck to her legs as her hips swayed from side to side, but she had his attention. Her swagger was intriguing. He rubbed his goatee, and a sly smile graced his lips. “I’m gon’ definitely check for you, Miamor, believe that,” he said to himself as she disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter Eight
“Welcome home.”
—Unknown
Breeze hugged Carter goodbye. “Are you really coming back?”
“Yeah, B, I’ll be back. I’ve got to get some things together in Flint, but as soon as that’s taken care of, I’ll be on the first flight down.” Carter could see the doubt in his sister’s eyes. “I promise.”
Money and Carter slapped hands and embraced. “Be safe, fam,” Money told him.
“No doubt, baby.”
Mecca walked by and nodded his head, but didn’t acknowledge Carter’s departure with words, and Taryn hugged him gently.
“We better get out of here before you miss your flight.” Polo patted Carter’s shoulder, and they hopped into the black limousine and pulled away from the estate.
Ma’tee noticed the