Playboy Pilot(49)
I concentrated and repeated to myself, “Where we are…where we are…I know! Barbecue!”
“Good guess, but no. I’ll give you another hint. You might get lucky tonight.”
I laughed. “Ball gag.”
“Bingo!”
“That’s it? I’m right? Ball gag?”
“No, Perky. Bingo. That’s the answer. It’s Bingo night.”
“COME IN!” I YELLED over my shoulder as I stood in front of the mirror in the guest bedroom finishing tying up my hair into a ponytail.
The door creaked open. “Come in? Fuck. You gotta stop talking dirty like that to me when we’re about to go out and be in front of a hundred senior citizens.”
I laughed, “Come in isn’t dirty. It’s your brain that’s dirty, Carter.”
He walked and stood close behind me, speaking to my reflection. “I think you should avoid using certain words tonight, like come and maybe a few others.”
“What others might that be?”
“Off the top of my head? Blow, suck, jerk, hole, ride, bend, swallow, inside, meat, nuts, slurp, taste, munch, lick, pull, yank, hot, warm, wet, nibble, throb, bang, cherry, box, eat, ache, stroke, push, pull, ram, screw, messy, plow, thrust, and fill.”
My eyebrows shot up. “All of that was off the top of your head?”
Carter looked down and groaned. “Fuck. Better add head to that list, too.”
“I think you’ve gone insane.” Finishing my hair, I turned to face him. Since he had been standing behind me in the mirror, I hadn’t noticed what he was wearing. “You’re wearing your uniform? To Bingo?”
Cocky Carter seemed to blush. “The ladies ask me to wear it.”
I covered my mouth and cracked up. “Oh my God. You’re old lady eye candy.”
“Shut up.” Carter was embarrassed. It was the first time I’d seen him be modest about his looks, so I couldn’t help but goad him.
“You’re their bingo bitch.”
“Pipe down, Perky.”
“The cougar caller.”
He shook his head, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitch.
“You’re their PILF.”
“PILF?”
“Pilot I’d like to fuck. Like a milf, but with a hot pilot instead.”
Carter grabbed my ponytail. “Keep talking, big mouth. Every time you tease me, I’m gonna tease you back.” He gave my hair a good strong yank, exposing my neck to him. Then he proceeded to lean down and slowly lick from my collarbone to my ear. When a small mewl fell from my lips, he whispered into my ear. “You’re going to have to lock this door if you decide to sleep in here tonight.”
MY LIPS WERE STILL SWOLLEN when we arrived at Bingo ten minutes late. The room erupted in cheer when Carter walked to the front of room. Some of the men walked to greet him, slapping him on the back and shaking hands. The women all buzzed in their seats. It was the craziest thing I’d ever witnessed. Carter was a rock star…to a group of elderly people in a retirement community.
I watched amused from the back of the room until an older woman approached me. “You must be Kendall?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Carter texted me earlier asking me to take care of his girl tonight. And…well…” She looked around the room. “You’re the only one who didn’t have to sling your breast over your shoulder for the walk over to the bingo hall.”
I smiled, and she offered me her arm. “Come on. I’m Muriel. I saved you a seat between me and Bertha.”
Muriel and Bertha each had at least a dozen bingo cards spread out in front of them. Both had also set up their tables with personal items. Muriel had a small silver frame with a picture of three small children, a water bottle, three different colored ink stampers and a small candy dish filled with jellybeans. When she caught me looking, she lifted the frame. “This is Seth, Rachel, and Emma. My son’s kids. He married a bitch on wheels but she gave me the gift of grandchildren, so I tolerate her.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. You and Carter want to have kids some day?”
My heart sank at the mere mention of me and a baby. “I don’t know. We haven’t known each other that long.”
Bertha leaned over and interjected, “I’d have his babies if I could. Pop out all those little mini pilots with dimpled chins.”
Muriel whispered to me. “Ignore her. She hits the sauce before coming to Bingo. We don’t complain because it makes her unable to mark up her cards right, which means better chances for the rest of us to win.”
Bertha yelled. “I can hear you, you know!”