Page 89 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
“You’re special to me. That’s why.”
Carter’s words travel from my ears to my heart. This is the trajectory of almost everything he does. He has a way of wrapping around my mind first, then swelling my heart, which always ends with my desperation to have all of him.
“What does that mean?” I clarify, and my tone is softer this time.
Carter’s palms rise to the air in front of us. “There is no one like you. I’m going to treat you like the fucking goddess you are for as long as you’ll let me.”
My mouth drops. Damn, he’s good, and I’m powerless to stop it.
I rub my lips together, then extend my arms to grab the belt loops on his navy pants. But before I have the chance to pull him into me, his fingers are in my hair, snaking it through the back of my head.
I bring my forehead to his chest and shut my eyes. He squeezes me tightly, forcing me to breathe in the scent of him. His essence is thick. It absorbs my breath, nostrils, and sight.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” His voice is fucking smooth and bathes me with sensations I’ve never experienced—and my body can’t get enough of it.
“Okay,” I reply. I’m not sure what Carter and I are doing with each other, but what I do know is that I’ve never been so complete. It’s like my soul has met its match in another. And I don’t know what the hell to do with this information.
The sky is black as midnight, matching what looks to be an endless dark sea of nothing—like it goes on forever. My knees are bent, pressing into the glass of the balcony railing.
“That’s a good girl.” Carter’s comforting voice is behind me as he slams back and forth. His gentle yet commanding touch guides me to arch my back while he glides his fingers along my spine.
Gripping the metal lining, I brace myself, biting back the moans of pleasure and pain threatening to surface. The steady ocean breeze wraps us in a warm cocoon consisting of only our moist bodies and the sounds of the waves below.
Carter’s phone buzzes on the small table next to us, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to roll himself deeper inside of me, raising ever so slightly to hit my most sensitive spot. Tilting my head back, my eyes watery and blurry from pleasure, I watch as he brings the phone up to his ear to answer without even seeing who is calling.
“Hey, Brian?” Carter’s voice cracks with surprise as he answers the phone.
My dad?!
His body stiffens, but he still doesn’t cease his movements. I start to pull away on instinct, but then a commanding grip on my hips with his free hand keeps me in place. Bending forward to cage me in from behind, I crane my neck to barely make eyecontact.
His mouth is swiftly hovering over my lips. “Don’t make a sound,” he warns, continuing to thrust forward.Oh fuck.This is happening.
Heightening my sensation, Carter releases my hips to reach around the front to tease the hood of my clit. He massages slowly in a circular direction, causing my back to bow.
“Yeah, the flight was good. We’re in Cabo tonight.” He speaks in an even tone—not like he has his friend’s daughter bent over the side of a balcony.
“Oh god, Carter,” I squeak as he tries to tease out my orgasm. My legs buckle as heat fills my core. His legs twitch behind me.That was too loud.
“No, I haven’t heard from the flight academy again.” He sucks in a breath, now struggling to maintain his composure. “I gotta let you go, bro.”
In my dream-like state, while my stomach clenches and I struggle to stay upright on wobbly legs, I barely pick up the mention of aflight academy.Does that have to do with my dad or him? And if it is Carter, what could he be doing with a flight school?
A loud thud on the chair next to me, Carter drops his phone.
“Good girl, Lina,” he praises. “Now you’re going to come for me.”
And with those two short phrases, I unravel. My orgasm builds from my toes, then zips up my spine and tingles along my scalp.
I sink into the ledge of the balcony, completely breathless. “Fuuuck.”
I feel him clutch my hips hard, moving me the way he wants me to go as he uses the intensity from my aftershocks to reach his peak right behind mine. Carter wraps his arms around my torso, holding on tightly. His breath is heavy and labored against the skin on my back. A gust of temperate, salty breeze moves past us, fanning my hair backward.
“I love the way you smell,” he mutters into the damp skin on my back before slowly releasing everything he’s been keeping in.
I turn around slowly, catching the deep rise and fall of my chest from under my eyelids, when my eyes find his completely naked body. Without shame, I let my gaze drift across his sculpted pecs and the mouthwatering V at his lower stomach—one of my favorite parts of him.
Carter leans against the balcony door frame, out of breath. His eyes quickly dart over to mine. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, bashful that he’s caught me staring at him.
