“Honestly? It isn’t. I was picturing something like a high-rise on South Beach.”
“I know my life is pretty crazy, but when I’m home, I want peace, basically the total opposite from the fast-pace life I lead when flying.”
My stomach growled. “Goodness…sorry about that.”
“You hungry? I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Maybe a little. Yeah. That would be great.”
Carter opened his stainless steel fridge. “Let’s see what we got. Looks like there are some containers of food.”
“That stuff can’t be good. You’ve been gone too long.”
“No. This was just made today.” He pointed to a label. “See the date?”
Someone had stuck a sticky with today’s date on top of the Tupperware. It said, Hot stuff for my hot stuff. —Muriel.
He took another Pyrex out. That one had a label that said, Try this. It’s better than Muriel’s.
My heartbeat accelerated. “What the hell is this? You have women cooking for you?”
“My neighbors. They have my return dates on their calendar and drop off food. They have keys to my place because they feed my cat and change the litter box.”
“You have a cat?”
“Yes. Her name is Matilda. She hides when she smells a new person. That’s why you haven’t seen her.”
“Of course your pussy is a female.”
“I’m hoping that my pussy is standing right in front of me, because there is no other pussy I want.” The look on his face was totally serious when he said, “I can’t wait to eat it, too.”
Having to clench the muscles between my legs, I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “Who are these female neighbors?”
Shaking his head, he said, “It’s not what you think.”
“What is it, then?”
“They’re old enough to be your great-grandmothers, Kendall.”
Relieved, I squinted my eyes. “You have old ladies cooking for you?”
“Yes. They insist on it to pay me back for helping them out from time to time.”
“That’s actually pretty sweet.”
“Thank fuck they do it, because I can’t cook for shit.”
After a breakfast of sampling both Muriel and Irene’s casseroles, I ventured to Carter’s bathroom to take a hot shower.
Upon opening the door, I jumped at the site of Matilda the cat hissing at me. Claws out, she wouldn’t even let me in the door.
I yelled out toward the hallway, “Carter! Your kitty looks possessed. Help! She won’t let me pass.”
“Shit. Be right there!”
I looked back down at Matilda. “Calm down, kitty. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Carter appeared seconds later. “Didn’t realize she was in here. She usually hides under my bed. She’s very possessive.” He lifted the plump gray cat off the ground, and she meowed.
Matilda was just another one of Carter’s crazy bitches to contend with. My heart skipped a beat when he buried his face into her fur, showering her with kisses. I tried to quickly dismiss the fleeting thought that Carter might make a good daddy someday. It caused physical pain to think about that for some reason. Maybe that was because my gut still told me that our futures were not going to intertwine.
“Don’t take too long in the shower. I want to show you around. We have a big day. The first day back here is always a busy one.”
“Why busy?”
He smirked. “You’ll see.”
What did that mean?
After I emerged from the shower, Carter opened the bathroom door, and I instinctively grabbed the towel to cover myself.
He held out his hands. “May I?”
Not even really understanding what I was agreeing to, I simply nodded.
Carter took the towel from my grasp as his eyes travelled down the length of my wet, naked body. He began to gently wipe every drop of water from my skin. His hand lingered over my crotch as he took his sweet time rubbing the towel between my legs. I was supposed be drying off, but I was getting wet instead as my clit started to throb.
The towel fell to the ground, yet Carter’s hand remained, rubbing me back and forth until I felt myself suddenly start to climax. “Come. It’s okay. Come,” he whispered. “I want to watch your face.”
My eyes rolled back as I allowed my orgasm to roll through me. It was the quickest one I’d ever had, but it was seriously intense.
When my eyes finally opened, Carter was pointing to his crotch, bringing his hardness to my attention. “Fuck. This might have been a mistake,” he growled.
His cock was stretching through his jeans. I looked up at his hair, which was still tousled from playing with the cat. He looked so damn sexy. I had an intense urge to just kneel down and take care of him, but before I could make a move, he backed away.