Carter

I glanced over at her as she slept on my shoulder. I was growing attached to her and I didn’t even fully realize it until I woke up this morning and she was gone. I felt alone, more alone than I already was. I hadn’t had feelings like this since Angelique and it scared the hell out of me. I wanted to keep everything buried down in the depths of my soul, but Zoey wouldn’t let me and maybe it was time I started to let her inside my world.

We landed in Seattle and we took a cab to the Four Seasons Hotel, where I already had booked us two bay suites with an adjoining door.

“I’m starving. How about dinner and a little exploring of Seattle?” I asked.

“I like that idea. Just give me a second to change.”

We headed down to the Goldfinch Tavern, where there was about an hour wait.

“Are you sure about the wait?” I asked the hostess as I slipped her a fifty-dollar bill.

“Umm. Let me double check for you, sir.”

A moment later she returned, grabbed two menus, and asked us to follow her.

“Really, Carter?”

“What? I’m starving and I wasn’t about to wait another hour.”

“We could have gone somewhere else.”

“Have you ever been to Seattle?” I asked.

“No.”

“Well, let’s just say there’s long waits all over the city. I’m sure that girl could use fifty bucks.” I smirked.

We finished dinner and headed out into the busy and crowded streets of Seattle.

“Take my hand,” I spoke as I held it out to her. “As you can see, it’s crowded and we’re going to have to weave our way through the crowds of people.”

She placed her hand in mine and our fingers interlaced. A feeling triggered through my body and the softness of her hand felt good. I took her to Pike Place Market first. She loved it just like I knew she would.

“Oh my gosh, look at these beautiful flowers!” she exclaimed.

“You like flowers?” I asked.

“Of course. Who doesn’t? And I just don’t like them, I love them. Don’t you?” She cocked her head.

“Yeah. Flowers are nice, I guess.”

She traced her finger along the delicate petals of a bunch of pink roses that were sitting in a large bucket.

“You guess?” She laughed. “Flowers are a symbol of many things. Because of their beauty and delicate nature, they instantly make people happy. They are treasures and symbols of the memories they represent. Each flower has its own meaning, and what most people don’t understand is when they’re giving flowers to someone, it’s important to know the meaning and symbolism behind each flower. For example, red roses mean love, but this purple rose over here,” she pointed, “symbolizes a highly spiritual love such as soul mates. So the purple overrules the red in love.”

“I didn’t know that,” I spoke.

“Most people don’t. It’s like when people leave the favorite flowers of their loved ones on their graves. It’s done as an expression. A way of saying ‘I know you’re not here anymore, but I still love you.’ Make sense?”

“I guess. Can we talk about something else?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

We walked around, did some window shopping, and headed back to the hotel. It was already ten thirty and we were both exhausted. When we got back to our rooms, Zoey went in hers and I went in mine. I changed into a pair of sweatpants, took a seat on the edge of the bed, and cupped my face in my hands, thinking about how I wanted her to stay in my bed tonight. Suddenly, there was a knock on the adjoining door. Getting up, I opened it.

“Hey,” I spoke.

“Do you by any chance have any bottled water in your mini fridge? Mine is only stocked with alcohol.”

“Let’s go take a look.”

Walking over to the mini fridge, I opened it and took out a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” she softly spoke.

“You’re welcome.”

I stared into her beautiful eyes and brought my hand up to her cheek.

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me. I know things between us haven’t been good.”

“I really didn’t have a choice.” She smiled.

I didn’t know what she meant by that and I didn’t want to because all I wanted to do was kiss her sweet lips. I leaned forward and softly brushed my mouth against hers. She reciprocated, and it was then I knew she didn’t want me to stop. I deepened our kiss as her lips parted and my tongue met hers. My hands roamed up and down her beautiful body as my cock became rock hard. I grasped the bottom of her shirt, broke our kiss, and lifted it over her head while our eyes locked on each other’s. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra with ease and tossed it on the floor. My hands instantly gravitated to her perfect breasts, cupping them and taking her hardened nipples between my fingers. My tongue caressed her collarbone, over each breast and across her torso as I got down on my knees. Unbuttoning her jeans, I slid them and her panties off her hips and down to her ankles where she stepped out of them. My mouth lightly pressed against her lips and my tongue circled her clit. Her fingers tangled through my hair while she let out satisfying groans. I brought my hand up to her opening and slid my finger inside her, feeling the wetness that emerged. She gasped and her legs tightened as she came.

Standing, I picked her up and carried her to my bed, gently laid her down on her back, and took my sweatpants down, kicking them to the side. To my surprise, she sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped her soft warm hand around my cock, moving it up and down slowly before covering the tip with her lips. I threw my head back and moaned at the sensation that flowed through my body. I didn’t want her to stop, but I didn’t want to come that way and I was already on the verge. Lightly pushing her back, I hovered over her and kissed her lips while my cock sat in between her legs. One thrust, I was inside and was greeted with a warmth that made my cock tingle with pleasure. Slowly deepening myself inside her, I moaned, as did she. Our lips tangled as I continued to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace. Wrapping my hands around her back, I pulled her up into a sitting position and she moved in sync with me as her legs tightly wrapped themselves around my waist. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out and turned her on her stomach, tracing her back with the soft strokes of my tongue. I could feel her body tremble as I buried myself deep inside her from behind. She came and now it was my turn. I amped up the pace, my heart rapidly beating and the sensation of a full explosion coming on. The sexual sounds that escaped her excited me as I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out and expelled everything I had onto the silky skin of her back. I was so caught up in the moment and the feeling, I had completely forgotten about a condom, and I was surprised she didn’t say something to me about it.

I climbed off her and went into the bath for some tissue.

“Stay in my bed tonight,” I spoke as I cleaned her back.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m positive.” A small smile crossed my lips.

We both climbed under the sheets and I placed my arm around her while she snuggled against me and laid her head on my chest.

“You could have come inside me,” she spoke. “I’m on birth control.”

“You are?” I asked with surprise.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I don’t know. You reached for a condom, so I thought you felt more comfortable using one.”

“I’ve never not used one since Angelique, and I don’t know why I didn’t this time.”