Trying Not to Love You - Part Ninety Four

Chapter Ninety Four

Whatever conflict Sonny had been stuck in the middle of, suddenly his future was clear, suddenly everything made sense. THIS was what he was born to do; Martha had her arms wrapped around him, hands dragging through his hair as she devoured his mouth with enthusiasm. Her lips were exotic yet familiar, and literally ravished him. And for a moment he was a welcome prisoner, just absorbing the sensations of her mouth her inquisitive tongue, the pressure of her fingers pulling him close. His heart was pounding, and if she wasn’t drawing her every breath deep into her own lungs, then he’d be breathless anyway.

Sonny was tempted to stamp his feet as he felt as though he was floating, actually leaving the ground. It was ethereal, beautiful...and then she pressed her body into his, and he could feel those firm breasts against his chest, her smooth legs buried their way between his. She was a demon, a vixen, and he was bewitched all over again.

His final resolve crumpled and he spread his hands across her spine, lowering to cup her buttocks, then he fought back, his mouth wrestled hers until he had her tipped back theatrically, clinging to him, opening her mouth, her heart and her soul to him.

Eventually she pulled back, just a fraction and rested her forehead against his, in the strange position they’d ended up in her eyes were level with his. “Now do you know what you want?” Her voice was hoarse with emotion.

Sonny gave a guttural growl, “you are all I’ve ever wanted, I can’t say sorry enough times.”

She smiled, that knowing foxy smile, “sometimes you have to stop talking, stop thinking and just go with your heart.”

                “Everything I’ve fought against doing.”

She nodded, “I want you, Sonny Carter, the good, the bad and the probably ugly, all of you, freckles, warts and all. Otherwise...”

He lifted his hand to her mouth, fingers covering her lips, “sshh. You’ve got all of me, you’ve ALWAYS had all of me, you know all my dark secrets and you still love me. That amazes me.”

Martha’s grin was a ‘cat that got the cream’ kind of grin and it did wonderful things to him, as she replied, “I aim to please,” he was lifting the vest that she’d just put on to cover herself and removing it. The grin widened as she stepped back from him, and as he lifted an eyebrow, she giggled. Free from his grasp she kicked off the boots she wore, then loosened the belt on her shorts. As they fell to the floor Sonny growled stalking towards her.

As he reached her he spun her in his arms, wrapping his arms around her bare stomach, the sight of that bikini was driving him wild. How the four crocheted triangles covered her dignity he had no idea, but they did...just.

Sinking his teeth into her shoulder, he turned them until they stood in front of the full length mirror. When he felt Martha turn her head not wanting to look at herself, he tilted her jaw, forced her to see herself.

                “You’re amazing,” he whispered against her ear, before licking at her ear lobe. That caused her to throw her head back on to her shoulder, and with a smile he pulled her spine against his chest. “Watch me.” Martha’s eyes opened lazily as his hands lifted to cup her barely covered breasts, he moaned against her ear, “so perfect.”

She watched as he tugged at the ties, at the back of her neck, and behind her, the top fell away revealing her in glorious double vision via the mirror. Sonny didn’t think he could get any harder, but her body stretched, pale soft flesh a stark contrast to his darker tanned hands. As she reached her hands up to grip his head, pull his lips to her shoulder and neck, he was rewarded with those captivating breasts jutting out into his hands, her writhing against him. It was all too much. He wanted to make this special, but as with every time they came together, it was explosive, uncontrollable.

He tugged at the bow over one hip, the only thing covering her, and loosening one side was enough to cause the scrap to fall to the floor. Completely naked, proud, strong, she was a million miles from the shy almost reclusive woman he’d met a year ago. Now she was a sexual goddess. Taking her hand he dragged her to the bed, and as she lowered herself to the mattress, he threw off his shirt, shorts and shoes. As naked as she was, he rolled onto the bed beside her, moving over her, and securing her jaw with his hand, he devoured her lips once more. Neither could hold on, neither could resist, and it was Martha that rolled him onto his back, climbed onto him, then lowered herself very steadily onto him.

Her lips parted and she exhaled slowly as he filled her, and it was the last moment of sanity for either of them. The harder, the faster the more furious it became, the higher they climbed. Sonny was slick with sweat as he saw her eyes widen, felt her grip him in spasm of pleasure, then he watched her erupt in rapture, and that sight alone would have been enough to make him join her there, but it was so much more.

                “Jesus Martha,” he snatched through gritted teeth as he was overwhelmed by something that felt like electrocution.

As his eyes started to close, his racing heart, his tense body all began to steady, she gave him the most devastating smile, then moaned, “oh Sonny.”

Was it an hour later or two? Martha had no grasp of time, she’d been stuck to Sonny like glue, their bodies had barely separated, her mouth was swollen from kissing, her breasts felt tender from the abrasion of his fingers, the nipping of his teeth, and the suction of his mouth. Her hips ached, her shoulders felt stiff. So she’d opted for a hot shower, but she’d barely turned the water on when arms wrapped around her and the apparently sleeping Sonny Carter was with her, complicating a simple shower in his uniquely wonderful way.

                “I need food,” ha announced, drying his hair, completely naked and uncaring as he walked past the open curtains. “And I could do with getting changed, will you come back to Johnny’s and wait...then I’ll buy you dinner?”

She smiled, pulling on a sundress, “dinner? I want paella, and sangria. Think you can manage?”

He nodded, “as long as I get to take you home later.”

                “I’m a cheap date and an easy lay!” She offered with a giggle.

He rolled his eyes, “you are anything but cheap, and that...” he nodded towards the bed, “...was anything but easy. Now get you shoes on, you’re going on a date.”

And just like that, they were back as close and as intimate as they ever were, and it was bliss.

As they sat at a beach front restaurant, a huge jug of sangria in front of them, Martha smiled at Sonny. He looked incredible, his tanned face, warm eyes, were all so much more engaging than they had been this afternoon, and it was because of her.

                “So you’ll come back? To Denbrooke? To the pub?”

That made Sonny freeze, his hand holding his glass tensed, knuckles turned white, Martha reached out and lowered the glass to the table, uncurled his hand. “We have to talk about this, we can’t pretend our lives, our home doesn’t exist.” She sighed, “we have to go home.”

He shook his head, “I don’t think I can do that Martha, and I don’t think I can face it.”

She smiled, “dented pride? So you were outsmarted by Jade, you won the pub, you’ve got me, Ethan, my father....Lucy, they’ve missed you as much as me. Then there’s Michael, he was a broken man when I left.”

That made his eyes tear up and it surprised her, “I don’t want to see him again.”

                “Michael?” She was incredulous. “Why not?”

Sonny looked down for a moment, “I found out about Jade because I overheard her talking to my father,” he gave her a glare, “he KNEW about it and chose not to tell me. I thought I could trust him...”

Martha laughed at that, “you should have seen the state of him when I saw him on the weekend. The man is devastated; you need to clear the air with him. I won’t believe he was in cahoots with her.”

He shook his head, a silent response.

                “I thought we dealt with this back in the hotel room? You are not the only one wronged here, we’ve all been hurt by Jade’s lies. So you need to man up and go and face Michael. You forced him to accept you when he had no idea you existed...then you run away at the first sign of stress? That’s not how families work; it’s not how relationships work...” As he made to protest, she laughed, “I know, I know... ‘I’ve never had family before’, I’ve heard that story Carter, and quite frankly it’s old news. You’ve had a year of screwing up things with me, and my family. Surely you’re learned enough that that excuse is old hat.”

He looked at her for a moment, “when did you become so hard?”

she smiled, “I want you in my life, but you keep making excuses, if being harsh with the reality gets your head out of your arse then I’m all for it.” His mouth opened in surprise, and she continued, “I love you Sonny Carter, but I can’t lose you again.”

                “So what you’re telling me, is that in order to keep you sweet I’ve got to confront my demons?”

She gave him her most seductive smile, “you can ignore your demons just as long as you come home. That’s the deal...” She leaned towards him knowing that he could see rather a lot of her cleavage in that position, “you can do anything if we stick together, and I have no intention of leaving your side...if you come home.”

                “I envisaged us somewhere exotic, seeing the world...”

She smiled, “I’d rather see the inside of your bedroom...permanently.”

With a knowing smile she watched him digest that snippet, and knew that she was winning, slowly.

After their meal they walked, hands linked along the beachfront, the sun setting over the calm Med. He’d decided to take her to the club that Johnny and his sister Michelle were working at. If he was leaving he had to tell them, and Sonny knew he’d follow Martha to the ends of the Earth. She could read him so well; she knew that accepting that he was scared about certain things was harder than actually being scared. He didn’t care, that was the motto he’d lived by, but as more people got under his skin, he became more vulnerable, suddenly there were a lot of people with the power to cause him emotional damage, but avoiding those situations hadn’t given him the most rewarding  life to date. Part of living, part of enjoying, and part of loving was trusting people, which in turn meant offering up your heart at the risk of it being damaged, that was what Sonny had found so hard. But as he looked at his hand, linked in Martha’s the pride, the surge of unadulterated pleasure, was all due to her, to her being with him. She was worth the risk, and with her by his side he could deal with anything else, though it had taken him almost losing her again to realise that.

He looked down at her with a grin.

                “What?” she asked smiling. She looked beautiful tonight, her skin was glowing from the sun, her eyes sparkled, and the dress she wore seemed to caress her every curve amazingly.

He shrugged, “I just love the way you play me. You know EXACTLY how to manipulate me!”

That made her lift an eyebrow in surprise, “the promise of sex is enough to make you do anything.”

He stopped and pulled her into her arms, “I’m thinking that I’ll do anything for one of your smiles Martha. Do you think we can do this?”

She laughed, “what be together? What’s there to stop us? We’ve dealt with all our demons, TOGETHER. As long as you keep talking to me, telling me when things go wrong in that confusing brain of yours, we’ll be fine. Ok?”

A brief nod preceded his lips finding hers, and it was Martha that separated them for decency’s sake, then forced him to lead her to the much talked about club.