by Alison Mello
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We pull up to his house a couple hours later, and we both park in his reserved spots. When I get out of the car, he seems off. I’m hoping the ride home alone didn’t put him in a bad mood because that could ruin the entire night.
I stand by my car as he’s grabbing stuff out of his trunk. He walks over to me. I ask him, “Do you want me to stay the night? O would you prefer to be alone tonight?”
“Are you kidding me? I don’t want to be alone. Please spend the night.” He almost sounds panicked.
I nod. “Okay, I’ll stay. I just didn’t want to assume.”
He takes my bag and says, “Come on, let’s get upstairs.”
We get to the front of the building and the doorman grins and says, “Good evening, Mr. Montgomery.”
Carter gives him a warm smile. “Good evening.”
We walk through the door, and now I’m getting nervous that he’s going to be mad that we did this. It isn’t like his house is packed with people, but still. I have no idea how he’ll react to this.
We’re approaching his apartment door when he slows way down. “What’s wrong, Carter?”
He pauses. “I don’t remember anything from the day I left here.”
“Okay, so what are you afraid of?” I ask him so I can hopefully calm him down. He looks like he’s going to have a panic attack.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m nervous about what I’m going to find on the other side of that door.” His voice is trembling.
“Carter, look at me, honey,” I say in a soft voice. “Your parents were here when you left right?” He nods at me. “So, do you think that if there was a mess in there they would let you come home to it?” I can see he’s thinking about it.
“I guess not.” He takes a deep breath. “You’re probably right. Everything's probably fine.”
I grin at him. “I know I am. It’s okay, let’s go in.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Are you up to no good?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’m stifling my grin, and he’s reading me like an open book.
He chuckles and opens the door. Our family and friends shout, “Welcome home!”
They all hug him and tell them how happy they are he’s back. My poor man is blushing, and I think it’s so cute. After greeting everyone, he says, “Will you excuse us while we put our stuff away?”
Everyone says sure, and we walk out of the room with our bags in hand and deposit them in the bedroom. As soon as we get through the door, I drop my bag and start to make my way back out to our guests.
He snags my arm and says, “Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls me toward him so our bodies collide. The he presses his lips to mine and says, “Thank you. This was a sweet surprise.”
“It was Derek and Bella’s idea. I made their day by telling them that we were coming home today.”
“Well, thank you for helping them get it together. It’s nice to see everyone under better circumstances.”
I kiss him. “Come on, our guests are waiting.”
We walk back out into the living room. Thanks to his parents, a ton of food is set up buffet-style on the snack bar. They’ve gone way overboard. There’s a meat platter for sandwiches, chips, and a huge variety of hot appetizers.
My father says to me, “So, how was the lake house? Did you get some writing done?”
“I did,” I say, debating if I should tell him what happened this weekend. If I tell him, then he’ll definitely say that he knew it wasn’t safe for me to be out there alone and he’ll make sure I have some sort of security going forward. If I don’t tell him, then he’ll be mad.
“Patty, I can see you internally debating. What aren’t you telling me?” My father gives me a look that says, spill it.
I sigh. “I wish I didn’t read like an open book sometimes.”
“Well, you do, so what happened?”
“Nothing, thanks to Carter having perfect timing.” His brows shoot up. “Mom told Ben I was at the lake house. He came up and barged in to show me how much he loved me, or at least that’s what he told me.” I sigh. “Carter rushed in and stopped him from doing anything. He had already called the cops, so they arrived shortly after he took him down.”
“Why the hell would she tell him you were at the lake house?” My father says in total fury.
“Apparently he has something on her. He told me she owed him and her debt wouldn’t be paid until we were back together. I tried to get him to tell me what she owed him for, but he wouldn’t say.” I look at Carter, who walks over and places his arm around me. “I didn’t have a chance to ask him anything more because Carter came in and rescued me.” I look up at him and he lowers to kiss me on the forehead.
“Thank you for saving my girl,” my father says to Carter.
“After what I put her through, it’s the least I can do. Actually, I feel kind of bad because if I hadn’t gotten so messed up, she wouldn’t have run there,” he says, looking into my eyes.
“You can’t do that to yourself,” my father says. “It’s not your fault her mother told Ben where to find her or that her mother mixed herself up in something bad.” He puts a hand on Carter’s arm.
Carter nods, and his mother says, “Why don’t we make some plates, huh?”
We’re making our way into the kitchen when Derek approaches him and says, “Nice job. Way to earn brownie points with the dad.”
Carter laughs and shakes his head. He asks, “What’s up with you and Bella?”
I continue to listen so I can see what Derek has to say.
Derek shrugs. “I like her, but what’s not to like? She’s hot as hell and easy to get along with.”
The girls are all sitting on one end of the snack bar, eating, and the guys are on the other. While we talk about shopping and fashion, the guys talk sports. When I look over, I notice that Carter is back to his usual self. He’s having a great time. He’s even joking around with my father, and it makes me smile.
When everyone finishes with dinner, Bella and Mia help me clean up the kitchen and put food away so we can eat it another night this week. I realize, in that moment, that no one is drinking beer or wine. Only water and soda was out, and it makes me wonder if Carter noticed and how feels about that.
Now that everything is put away, the topic of Thanksgiving comes up. Carter’s parents are going to bring a pumpkin pie, and Derek and Bella are going to bring a blueberry pie for dessert. Carter and I have promised to take care of the rest. Everyone is going to get to Carter's at two and we’ll eat around four. That way we won’t be eating late. I know my father has to work black Friday because it is a huge car buying day, so he plans to keep an eye on how his employees are doing. He was telling us earlier that he offered them a huge bonus if they hit their goals for the weekend.
Carter lets a yawn escape him as we’re all talking, and his mother decides that means it’s time to break up the party. “Okay, everyone. Let’s leave these two to themselves. I’m sure after the time they’ve spent apart they would appreciate some time alone.”
She winks at me, and I can’t help but giggle. Everyone starts to hug and say their good-byes. We promise to do dinner with Derek and Bella on Friday night, and my father thanks Carter yet again for his impeccable timing.
Once everyone is gone and the door has been shut and locked, he lifts my chin and then places the sweetest kiss on my lips. I love how soft his lips are, and whenever he presses them against mine it ignites something in me. He slips his fingers into my hair and says, “You’re amazing. Thank you for planning this with Derek and Bella.”
“You’re very welcome! Everyone wanted you to know how much we care about you, and we wanted to be there for you on your first night back home.”
“I’m so glad you’ve agreed to stay with me tonight. I’m glad to be home, but I don’t want to be alone either.”
“I’m here as long as you need me to be, but I have a question for you.”
“Wh
at’s that?” he asks, taking a seat on the stool and grabbing some water.
“Well, I noticed tonight that nobody was drinking beer or wine and I’m fine with that, but I was wondering if you noticed and how you felt about it and how you want to handle Thanksgiving.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t notice. It doesn’t bother me if others drink. I have no desire to drink the way I did those couple of days, and I probably won’t drink again for a while, but that doesn’t mean that others can’t.”
“Okay. I want you to know that it’s totally up to you. If you’re not comfortable with liquor in the house, then no one will drink.” I step between his legs, looking into his eyes. “We’ll all support you.”
He gives me a small smile. “I promise you, sweetie, I’m okay with it. I know I need to work on earning some trust right now, but please know I’ll tell you if I need extra support or if I have a problem.”
I nod. “Okay, we’ll serve beer and wine. However, I would like for you to tell me how you felt about it afterwards. Is that fair?”
“You got it. Now, what do you want to do about your mother?”
“I’m going to ask her to lunch, and I’m going to force her to tell me what Ben has over her. Then I’m going to figure out how to resolve the issue so we can get on with our lives. She’ll still owe you an apology, but I don’t think that will happen until I figure out what Ben has on her.”
“Any ideas on what it is?”
“It either has to do with money or an affair. I can’t come up with anything else and to be honest, I don’t even know how it could have to do with money. My stepfather lets her want for nothing. I’m hoping she’ll talk to me. If she does, my stepfather and my mom get invited for Thanksgiving dinner. If she doesn’t talk, then they won’t.”
“That sounds fair to me. How are you feeling about it?”
“I’m nervous because I’m not sure if she will tell me. If she does, I hope it isn’t anything too bad.”
“Do you think your mom could really be involved in something bad?”
I stop to think for a minute and say, “No, I don’t. I guess that’s what I don’t understand. If she screwed up and had a one-night stand or something, why didn’t she come clean and end all of this?”
“Maybe it’s not a one-night stand. Maybe she’s still sleeping with the guy and she doesn’t want Richard to find out. He would leave her and maybe this guy doesn’t have the money that Richard has.”
“Maybe, but I can’t think of anything else it could be.”
“What do you say we forget about your mom for tonight and I take you to bed, make sweet love to you, and then cuddle with you all night,” he says, kissing me on the nose.
I smile and bite my lip. “I think I like that idea.”
I pull him off the stool and we go down the hall to his bedroom. I pull his shirt off over his head and toss it to the side, going straight to the button on his jeans. I slip his pants and boxers down his legs, pausing so he can remove his shoes. He steps out of his pants, and his semi-hard cock is staring me right in the face.
I decide it’s time for some fun. I lick up the length of his cock, and I swear it hardens more as I do. My hands glide up his lean, long legs to his ass, which I squeeze as I take his mushroom tip into my mouth. He hisses as I start to slowly suck. His cock twitches in my mouth, and it makes me want him more, so I suck him even deeper.
I remove him from my mouth, and while I look up at him I slowly lick up his now fully erect cock. Again, he hisses and closes his eyes as I start to roll my tongue around the head. I suck him back into my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper each time. His hips start to move in rhythm with me so he’s fucking my mouth. I love that I can drive him so wild with my mouth.
“Fuck, Patty, I’m going to come.”
I moan, and the vibration from my lips around his cock is enough to send him over. He spills his seed down my throat, and I drink up every last drop.
“My God, sweetie, that was amazing,” he says as I start to stand.
He playfully pushes me back onto his bed and climbs on top of me. His mouth crashes into mine in a heated kiss. He pulls away and says, “I’ve never kissed a woman after she’s given me a blowjob. You, my love, taste mighty fine after you’ve swallowed me down.” He starts kissing me again, but only for a minute. Then he stops and says, “I need to taste you.”
He makes quick work of removing my pants and then places himself between my legs and starts eating me like I’m his last meal. His tongue is everywhere, and it feels amazing. He’s licking between my folds and sucking on my clit. His tongue is deep inside me, fucking me. He goes back to my clit. I whimper as he licks it hard and fast.
“Carter, that feels so good,” I moan out as he continues his assault. He sucks my clit into his mouth and moans the way I did with him when he was in my mouth. His tongue is rolling over my clit as I explode, and he sticks his tongue back inside me, lapping up every drop of my orgasm.
“Are you ready for me to be buried balls deep in that sweet pussy of yours?”
I smile at him as he crawls up my body. “Yes, please.”
“Good, because I don’t have much control right now. I want you bad.”
And just like that, he slams himself deep inside me. I moan out in pleasure as he leaves himself buried inside me. He looks into my eyes and says, “I love you, Patricia Ann.”
“I love you too, Carter Michael Montgomery.”
He slowly pumps his cock in and out of me, and he gradually picks up the pace. In a matter of minutes, he’s slamming into me the way I like it, and I can feel my orgasm building yet again. God, I never knew sex could be this good.
He sits up on his knees and grabs my legs behind my knees, pressing them into my chest to change the angle. “Oh God, it’s so deep this way. I’m going to come.”
“Good. Give me what I want, sweetie.” My body starts to convulse as another orgasm shreds me. “Fuck, yeah Patty. I love the way your tight little pussy milks me,” he says as he slams himself into me one last time.
He lowers himself to kiss me and says, “Let’s get some sleep. I need to get back to work tomorrow.”
He snuggles me from behind and kisses the back of my head. “I’m proud of you, Carter.”
“Thanks, baby!”
Chapter 10
Carter
I called Derek to let him know I would be in, but it’d be closer to nine-thirty. I told him I wanted to surprise Patty with some breakfast. I explained it was to thank her for taking me back and surprising me with our friends and family last night. Being the great guy he is, he thought it was a good idea and told me he’d see me when I got in.
I already got ready for work so that when we’re done with breakfast, I can take off. I really wanted to do something for my girl, and since we’ve done a lot of breakfasts together, I’m pretty confident I can do this without screwing up.
I go into the fridge to find a carton of egg whites. Luckily my mom stocked my fridge with fresh veggies because I’m sure the old ones were pretty gross. I cut the vegetables up and cook them in a pan. As they’re finishing, I start cooking the egg whites in a small nonstick pan. When it’s time, I add the veggies and some low fat mozzarella. I flip the egg in half and voila, I’ve made my girl a veggie and cheese omelet the way she likes it. I quickly make her some toast and pour her some coffee. As I’m about to start on my egg whites, she walks out from the bedroom.
“Mmm, it smells delicious. What are you up to?”
“Surprising my girl with breakfast,” I say as I kiss her on the head.
“Well, if it tastes as good as it smells, I’m in for a treat,” she says with a smile.
“I hope so. I did it the way you taught me,” I tell her as I’m making mine. “Your coffee just needs Splenda and cream. I hadn’t gotten there yet.”
“That’s fine. Thank you so much, honey.” She picks up her coffee cup and finishes preparing it. “Did you pour yourself some yet?” she asks, and I shake my he
ad. I want to make sure I don’t mess up my eggs. After I flip them, I look over to find she’s made my coffee for me and is working on my toast.
“This was supposed to be me making you breakfast.”
She smiles. “You did make my breakfast, thank you. Now I’m helping you with yours so we can eat together.”
“What are your plans for the day,” I ask her as I put my omelet onto a plate and place it next to hers on the snack bar.
“Well, I was figuring I would call my mother for lunch and then come back here to work on the book. I’ll make us dinner so we can eat when you get home.” Nothing too complicated.
“Does that mean you’ll spend the night here with me again?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s definitely what I want,” I say as I sit down next to her.
We both start eating when she looks up and says, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work by now?”
I laugh. “You’re just now realizing that I’m late for work?” My brows shoot up. “Don’t worry, I called Derek and told him that I was going to be in a little late so I could make you breakfast. He was fine with it. We’re only having a meeting with the two of us today so he can fill me in on what’s going on around the office.”
“Yeah, I guess I was pretty tired yesterday. It felt really early when I woke up. I was surprised to see the time, and when I noticed that you were still here cooking, it threw me off.” She takes another bite of her omelet. “You did a really good job with this. It's delicious.”
“Thank you,” I say. I scarf down my food. I’m starving, and Patty’s right. I have lost weight. My pants are loose on me, so I need to work on bulking back up. I didn’t go to the gym this morning because I wanted to surprise her with breakfast, but I’ll start going again tomorrow morning.
“Were you hungry?” she asks as she watches me clean my plate.
“Yeah. That, and I realized you were right. I have lost weight.”
She smiles at me. “I love you either way. I was teasing you.”
“I know you do, but I want to bulk back up. I’ll start hitting the gym again in the morning. Your big muscle man will be back in no time.”
