“Bout time you brought a girl home, son.”
Carter looked over at me. “Well, this one is special.”
Had he never brought a woman to this place?
“I loved you in Grease,” Gordon said.
I looked at Carter in confusion. “Hmm?”
“Apparently, he still thinks you’re Michelle Pfeiffer. Just go with it.” Carter put the clippers back in the bag. “All set.”
To my amazement, Carter then started to pump some lotion into his hands and began rubbing Gordon’s feet. The old man bent his head back on the chair and closed his eyes. He started to moan out in ecstasy. After several minutes, the moaning turned to snoring. Gordon was out like a light.
Carter got up, and I followed him into the bathroom. He suddenly turned around and lifted his lotion-covered hands teasingly. “Let me cup your face.”
“Gross!” I laughed. “Take off those gloves!”
“Come on, you know you want some of what I have.”
“Carter, seriously, no joke. Clean your hands off if you ever want to dream of touching me again.”
He inched closer teasingly and wriggled his brows. “Nothing wrong with a little fungus.”
“Carter!”
“Alright. Alright.”
Carter removed the gloves before washing his hands. He then turned around, slowly backing me against the wall and planting a warm kiss on my lips.
Running my fingers through his hair, I looked into his eyes. “You know, I’ve been slowly learning to trust you, seeing the person beneath the playboy pilot façade. But this, what you’ve been doing for this man—not just the feet stuff but letting him feel that he has some family—really shows me who you really are. It reminds me of how much I loved helping Wanda all those years ago and inspires me to be a better person. You’re selfless, Carter.”
He inched closer. “Well, at this particular moment, I’m feeling the opposite of selfless…very greedy.”
“Is that so?”
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Perky?”
“I think so, yes.”
“No, I mean, really told you. I don’t think I’ve ever really made it clear aloud how badly I want you, and I need you to know that, before you try to leave. I know I’ve been on my best behavior, but I’m gonna be honest. Ever since we landed here in Florida, it’s getting harder for me to hold back. If you told me right now that you’d let me fuck you right this second, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. So, I’m just letting you know, that I’ve reached my breaking point—my dick’s reached it’s breaking point. I need to fuck you, need to be inside of you.”
“Here? In this old man’s bathroom? With his dentures practically staring at us from the sink?”
“If you told me you wanted it here… fuck yes. I’d fuck you right here. I wouldn’t waste another second of our precious time. But seriously, the ball’s in your court. I have a spare bedroom. You sleep in there tonight, alright?”
“Wait. I don’t get it. Now, you’re telling me you don’t want to sleep with me?”
“No. Not anymore. I can’t sleep next to you anymore with my dick pressed against your ass, unless you let me inside. A man can only take so much.”
“Okay. I can understand that.”
“And while I’m being honest with you, I’m gonna say something else, because things might get a little crazy tonight, and I might not have a chance.”
“Alright…”
“We only have a few days here. I know you have to spend some of that time deciding what to do. I feel at the very least, we’ve become close friends. So, as your friend, I need to let you know that I think you’d be making a huge mistake going ahead with the artificial insemination in Germany.”
“Okay, tell me why.”