TAKING THE FALL - the Complete Series (38 page)

“
Perfect.”

I lean up and kiss my husband, my love, my world. Now I’ve got two saints to watch over me.

Approximately eight years later…

“
You gonna go over and take care of that situation or not?”

“
Chill, Carter. Just watch.”

Carter and I have all the kids on our own today. We decided to take them to the park and just let them run wild while our wives have the day to themselves.

Our eldest daughter, Erin, had been playing on the swings for a few minutes before another kid tried to push her off. I want to see how this situation plays out before I step in. If I know my girl the way I think I do, this won’t take long.

I see the kid go over three times and try to push her off the swing. Each time, Erin stops and calmly asks him to wait his turn. The fourth time the kid tries to knock her off, I see the switch flip. My mini-mama comes to life. Erin stops the swing, gets off, and walks up to the kid.

“
Oh, shit,” I say, and then it happens. Erin pulls back and lays a punch right on the kid’s mouth. He didn’t even see it coming.

“
Looks like you get to go have a kid-parent conference,” Carter says, motioning to the crying kid as he runs to his mom.

I sigh and shake my head. “Not the first time and I have a suspicious feeling it won’t be the last.”

Some time later...

“
Mama, if you don’t get your pretty ass in this house and change out of that skirt, I am going to lose my shit.”

“
Language!”

“
Let the neighbors hear it. I don’t give a fuck.”

“
Jesus, Saint! Today is my fortieth birthday. Let it go.”

“
I don’t care if it is your birthday. You don’t get to show that much skin.”

Jeanette slowly walks over and pats me on the side of my face. She gives me the look she gives the kids when they’re being ridiculous. I don’t like this look one fucking bit.

“
The kids are with Lays and Carter for the night. Don’t ruin my fun.” With that statement, she turns around and struts her micro-skirt out to the truck and opens the driver door. She looks at me over her shoulder, and with a long, exaggerated wink, slowly gets in the truck, revealing she isn’t wearing any panties.

My jaw drops but she doesn’t miss a beat. She cranks up the truck and puts it in reverse, pulling out of the driveway before I even have a split second to react.

“
Motherfucker. She did
not
just leave.”

She did.

I look around like I can’t believe what I’m seeing. After a second I snap out of my shock and go into the house, grab the keys to my motorcycle, and run out the door. Oh, she’s just begging for it tonight.

Anthony and Mary… their 21st birthday

“
Please, Tony, I’ve been patient, I can’t wait anymore.”

“
I told you, princess. When you agree to be my wife I’ll give you the real thing.”

I slide against her folds but don’t enter her. This is what we do every time we have more than thirty seconds alone. I pull my cock out, she pulls her panties to the side and we mimic fucking. I won’t take her virginity—our virginities—until she agrees to be my wife, and damn if she isn’t the most stubborn woman on the planet.

“
Tony, it’s my birthday, please,” she whines, but I just smile.

“
You forget it’s my birthday too, princess.” I smile and keep sliding against her. I know she wants to cum, and she’s so close, but I’ve got the patience of a saint and I intend to use it to my advantage.

“
I told you I would three years ago!”

“
But you wouldn’t let me tell your dad, so it didn’t count. I want you to agree to be my wife, wear my ring, and tell the world. I’m not keeping it secret. I’m not ashamed of you or of us, or afraid of what your parents will think.”

Mary moans and grinds down harder on me. “I’m not ashamed; I just don’t want my dad thinking we have sex. Can you imagine?”

I stop my movements and look down at her. Her bright, beautiful red hair, perfect skin, and curves that make my teeth sweat. She’s mine, always has been, and always will be. She just needs a little motivation to agree with me.

“
Do you love me, princess?”

“
You know I do,” she says, and a blush creeps across her cheeks.

I lean down and suck her nipple hard, and then let it out with a pop. She moans and tries to work her wet pussy against me again. I grab her hips to stop her movement and I make her look at me.

“
You’re going to be my wife, Mary,” I say, and look sternly into her eyes. She looks up at me seriously and touches my face. She slowly nods at me and whispers, “yes”.

“
Tomorrow, you’re going to put on my ring and we’re going to tell your parents, aren’t we?”

She slowly nods again and she whispers, “Yes.”

“
Good. It’s about goddamn time,” I say, and attack her mouth.

God help me, I’m going to have to tell Carter I’m marrying his daughter. Well, at least I get to make love to her before he murders me

Two weeks in

Cherry,

I got your letter today. I think I read it a dozen times. It’s the first letter I’ve ever gotten in prison, and I never thought it would be from you. I don’t know what to say about that night, other than it’s in the past. Try not to think about it anymore and move on with your life. Some things are better left forgotten.

Carter

Three weeks in

Cherry,

I knew I would never mail the letter I wrote to you. I’ve read every one you’ve sent over and over until I couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore. Having contact with the outside world makes me feel like I’m not just a caged animal. I don’t plan on mailing this letter either…I think I just need to write it down. I’ve had eyes on you since the second they brought me to prison. Saint updates me once a week on your status. He’s a good guy and I trust him with my life. More importantly, I trust him with yours. I don’t know what else to say. I’m having a hard time being separated from you. Who knew you could miss something you never even really had?

Carter

Two years in

Cherry,

Happy eighteenth birthday, baby. I got your letter today saying how excited you were. I wish could have been there to watch you blow out the candles. I can only imagine that in two years you’ve grown more beautiful. I miss your smile more than anything on the outside. I never knew what it did to me until it was taken away from me. I think I could forget about everything but your smile. If I was there and could help you celebrate, I’d give you whatever you wanted, just to see your face light up. One more time. That’s all I’d need.

Carter

Three years in

Cherry,

I don’t know why your last letter bothered me so much but it did. I get the feeling that there is more going on than you’re telling me. Saint hasn’t said anything has changed, and I keep drilling him for information. Maybe I’ve been in here too long, or maybe I’m reading too much into your letters, but it sounded like you were off in the last one. God knows I should have mailed my letters a long time ago, but instead I just write a letter for every one you send me and then keep it with yours. I have all these feelings and emotions I want to share, but I’m not good at talking. Besides, I want you to hear those things from my lips and not a piece of paper from a prison cell. You deserve better than me but I can’t let you go. Keep writing, baby. You don’t know how bad I need these letters.

Carter

Four years in

Cherry,

Goddamn. That kiss. It was everything I dreamed of since I first laid eyes on you. I don’t know how I controlled myself long enough to stop, but I knew I didn’t want all those guards seeing what was mine. I’ve kept you to myself all these years and I don’t like the thought of anyone seeing what’s only for my eyes. I’m sorry I pushed you away tonight but, from what Saint tells me, you have to keep your distance from me. People know something is going on, and from the talk inside, something big is about to go down with your father. I would never push you away, Cherry. You’re my whole world, and I could never not want or need you.

My God, that kiss. How will I ever be able to sleep tonight with my cock this hard? I can’t get the taste of you out of my mouth. I wonder just how sweet the rest of you tastes. I’m going to dream about you tonight, baby. I never knew I could miss a touch after only having it once.

Carter

Four years in

Cherry,

It’s been a week since you were here and still no letter. I know you’re okay and where you’ve gone, but I miss your letters more than I can ever explain. I knew I needed to push you away, but I never thought about what the absence of your words each week would feel like. But your safety is more important than my getting a letter. I keep trying to remind myself of that. I still have Saint watching over you, and he’ll continue to look after you until I’m out of here. The second I’m out from behind these bars, I’m going to set things right. You’re mine and it’s just a countdown until you know it.

Carter

Six years in

Cherry,

I’ve kept writing to you once a week even though I haven’t gotten a letter since you saw me in prison. I like to think of this as my journal to you. One day, when I’m out of here, I’ll give you these letters so you can see that I never forgot. That I never, not once, forgot you, or how much I love you. Not for a second did I forget what you mean to me. I hear you’re finally all settled in your new place. Still no piano? I miss the sound of your music so much. One day I want to have a place where you can play for me while I sleep. That sounds like heaven to me. God, I miss you.

Carter

Seven years in

Cherry,

Today’s my birthday and all I want is you. I replay our kiss over and over every night before I go to sleep. I get rock hard thinking about your soft lips and your warm curves pressed against me. I lie on the bunk in my cell and touch myself, remembering every minute detail of that day – what you wore, how you smelled, and the blush on your cheeks. I jerk off hard and fast thinking about how sweet those lips were. How puffy and swollen they were from my kisses. I picture your pussy lips the same way. Ripe, wet with need, pink and soft. Lips just begging me to suck on them one at a time. I dream of eating your pussy and having your sweet nectar run down my chin. Every night I cum all over my stomach thinking about the day that I can have you. That pussy better be untouched when I get to you. You better be saving it for me, Cherry.

Carter

Eight years in