She was about to cum, and from the low grunts that came out of his mouth, she could tell that he was about to nut at any moment. “Make me cum, Carter,” she whispered.
He pumped into her harder at the sound of her voice.
“Ohh shit, daddy, make me cum,” she begged.
He stroked her faster. “I’m-a make you cum, Miamor. Oh shit, your pussy is so good, ma.”
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 black limo pulling away from the Diamond estate and halted his driver. “Wait,” Ma’tee instructed as he sat a block down from his intended destination “me will sit here for a second and watch.” He checked the 9 mm Desert Eagle that was holstered in his waistline to ensure that it was locked and loaded before he nodded his head at his driver. “Tell de guard dat Mr. Diamond forgot something,” Ma’tee said, hoping that the guards would not want to check the inside of the car as they pulled up to the gated entrance. He wanted them to think that his limo was the same limo that had just left the estate fifteen minutes earlier.
His driver followed his instructions to the tee, and just as Ma’tee had expected, they were given access to the household without suspicion. The guards were clueless to the fact that their enemies were the true passengers behind the dark limo tint.
Ma’tee looked to his full-blooded Haitian soldiers that sat around him, all armed with semi-automatic pistols and ready for whatever. When the limo stopped in front of the house, he exited the limo calmly and rang the doorbell, his goons positioned behind him.
Breeze answered the door, and her smile quickly faded when she noticed the Haitian men at her doorstep. “Aghh!” she screamed.
“No need to scream, Diamond princess,” Ma’tee stated calmly, realizing that he was standing in front of the only daughter of his sworn enemy, Carter Diamond. “Me come peacefully to talk with de head of de Cartel.”
At that moment, Taryn came gliding into the room. “What are you screaming about, Breeze? Who is…” Her words trailed off, and her eyes turned cold as she stared into the eyes of Ma’tee, the man who had murdered her husband in cold blood.
“How dare you!” Taryn screamed as tears filled her eyes. She smacked Ma’tee across the face with all her might. Her rage was apparent, and she stood her ground, even though fear gripped her heart.
Ma’tee’s soldiers tensed up at her reaction, but again Ma’tee instructed them to stand down.
“Go and get your brothers.” Taryn spoke calmly but sternly, yet her eyes never left those of the enemy. She didn’t want to give them the pleasure of seeing her intimidated.
Breeze ran out of the room to get her brothers.
“Me come in peace,” Ma’tee repeated when Mecca and Monroe appeared.
“Fuck mu’fuckas coming to the estate!” Mecca screamed. He immediately pulled two.45's from his waistline and trained them on Ma’tee.
“We need to talk,” Ma’tee stated. “As chu can see, chu family is not untouchable, young Mecca. If me wanted to bring malice to chu door, chu sista and mutha would be dead right now. Me come to call a truce.”
“Only after you murdered my father and we put the heat on your ass. You’re here because of what happened at your daughter’s birthday party. You are not untouchable, Ma’tee. If we wanted to bring malice to your door. then you would’ve buried your fucking daughter last week,” Monroe stated calmly. He pulled his own 9 mm from his waistline and rested it in his palm at his side.