Kinley
I wake up feeling like I had the best night’s sleep ever. Actually, there wasn’t much sleeping going on. Carson woke me up in the middle of the night for more sex. I definitely didn’t complain about that.
I push my blonde hair out of my face only to see Carson walking out of his bathroom, wet and naked. God, he’s every girl’s wet dream. I stare in awe for a couple of seconds before he turns around and smirks at me.
“Shower’s free.” He slips on his jeans. “I need to run out for a few, but I won’t be long.” He kisses me and takes off out the door.
I’m so glad I spent the night with him. I slowly crawl out of the bed. My body is sore, but it isn’t painful, almost blissful. The smile is still on my face when I turn on the hot water of the shower and step in.
I think I could have stayed in there for the rest of my life. Four different showerheads, pulsing all over my body, talk about heaven. I didn’t have any of my shower stuff, so I use his. Luckily, it’s not too overpowering.
I wrap myself up in the plush black towel and go back into the bedroom. His closet door is open, and I peek inside. It looks like a shopping mall. Everything is perfectly aligned, and there is a table in the middle of the room. On top of that are several cases. They’re filled with watches, necklaces, and rings. All flashy and all blinged out. I never saw him wear any of this. He must use them for special occasions, I guess.
Since I don’t have any clothes except what I wore last night, I take it upon myself to grab a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I use my fingers to detangle my hair and grab a rubber band from my purse, throwing it up in a messy bun on top of my head.
I pad through his mansion, looking at all his artwork, pictures, and whatnots. It’s all like him, flashy but classy. It makes me wonder more about him because the one thing I never see is family photos. Actually, I don’t see any photos at all. I’m surprised because even though he doesn’t get along with his family, I thought there would at least be some pictures.
I go into the kitchen, which is more computerized than my laptop, and make some coffee. Luckily, that machine and the stove were the easiest things to work. I’m still scared to touch the fridge because every time I do, the TV that’s built into it will turn on and scare the shit out of me.
I go out to his back deck and sit. Carson has the best view in all of Alabama, and it’s breathtaking. The only odd thing out of place is the huge ass ice rink in the middle of it all. I shake my head, only Carson Lee. He seems to take the motto ‘go big’ into a real account.
I’m glad it isn’t too hot as I stretch out my legs in the sun. I’ve been in the office too long, and I’m almost as white as a ghost. I lay my head back and soak up some more vitamin D, almost falling asleep. That is until I feel someone playing with my hair. I know that touch belongs to Carson. I squint one eye open.
“I thought you were going to be gone for a while?”
“I was gone long enough. Enjoying the outdoors?”
“Yes, and I made myself at home, stealing an outfit from you since I was forced to stay here all night,” I tease him. He comes over to the chair next to mine and sits.
“I didn’t force you, sweetheart. I’m glad you made yourself at home. What do you think about my house? Like it?” He takes my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.
In the bright sun, his tattoos seem to shine. I stare at the twisting design of all the dates and hockey memories inked on his arm. It fits him. I can’t imagine Carson not having that sleeve of artwork on his skin.
“Well, besides your fridge trying to give me a heart attack, and my view being blocked by a hockey rink, I think I could enjoy staying here overnight again.” I wink at him, hoping he doesn’t think I’m pushing the idea on him, even though I wouldn’t mind more sex with him at this moment.
“Hey, you leave my rink out of it. But you can stay overnight whenever you want.” He gently squeezes my hand.
“Carson, I was wondering if you’ll answer me something?” This question has been sitting in the back of my mind for a while, but I‘ve never said it. Now, I need to know. “Have you ever been in a real relationship? I mean I’ve been married and had boyfriends, but have you always had party girls?”
“Not unless the pigtailed girl from first grade counts. So, yes, always the random girls.”
“I figured, but I was just wanting clarification.” I quickly add, “I don’t want you to think I’m asking for anything serious, I’m more curious on what to expect from you.” I pause looking at him. “So, am I to assume that this is just a friendly fuck?”
“Honestly, I don’t know, Kinley.” I appreciate that he’s telling me the truth. “What are you expecting or wanting from me? What do you want?”
“I have no idea, Carson Lee.” I shake my head at my answer, but I’m going to be honest with him too. “Surprisingly, I’ve been more open with you than any other guy, including Elliott. I truly don’t know, but…” I could feel my nerves getting the best of me. “I would like to see where this goes. I mean if that’s something you want too.”
“Then let’s just go with the flow, I guess?” He stops, takes a deep breath, and for the first time, I see the real Carson staring at me. It’s written all over his face. “I’ll be completely honest here for a second. I don’t know if I could even come close to giving you want you want, but I don’t think I want to become the Hugh Hefner of hockey one day either.”
“Carson, I’m not asking for marriage, kids, and minivans. I know who you are. I know your past, but if you want to take this at least one step further, I only ask that you don’t lie to me, don’t cheat on me, and trust me. Everything else can go with the flow. I’m not asking for titles either. If you want to call me a friend, I’m fine with that. I figure you don’t you use the term girlfriend. Although, I prefer that you don’t call me your ‘arm candy’ either. However, playboy bunny isn’t bad, Hugh.” I laugh, knowing that I’d never be a real ‘bunny’.
Carson chuckles at my lame joke and grows quiet again. “Okay. I can try to do that.”
“No, Carson.” I need for him to tell me that he isn’t going to treat me like any other girl. “You have to promise me that you won’t lie to me or cheat on me. I mean it. If you want to break up with me first, that’s fine, but don’t do that to me.” I give him my most serious look. My heart won’t be used as a puck that he can just slap around.
“I wasn’t talking about trying not to cheat.” He lightly sighs, regaining his thought. “As long as you can deal with the fact that there are some things I won’t talk about, then the lying shouldn’t be a problem either.”
Won’t talk about? If we’re going to do this, then all doors should be open for discussion. I think about walking through the house and remember the one thing that I didn’t see. “You’re talking about your family, aren’t you?”