Chapter 7 - Vivian

I looked at Carter as he spoke, remembering the things we used to do. God, he was digging so deep into my soul as he spoke and my body reacted strongly. I felt my nipples harden and ache as I sipped the wine. I looked around the place as he kept talking, so sure of himself and his performance as he described a particularly erotic act. It was such an upscale, romantic restaurant but he was making it dirty and I pressed my thighs together.

He told me how he was going to suck on my clit and I sucked in my breath and reached for my water. I needed a break and I looked to the back to see where the bathrooms were. “Excuse me. I need to use the ladies room,” I told him breathlessly as I pushed back from the table. I’d been turned on all day being with him and I needed some relief.

I looked around the room as I walked, turning my head to see Carter watching me. I shivered when he smiled at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

Why did I wear this dress? I was caught up in a memory and it was stupid. I looked around the restaurant as I faced forward, seeing couple and groups laughing and talking. They looked like they belonged here in this city. I questioned whether I did.

I walked into the huge bathroom, seeing a lobby area with couches and tables. Shaking my head, I walked through it and found another room with several stalls. I made my way to one in the back, locking the door as I sat down on the toilet seat.

It smelled like peaches in here. I frowned as I ran my hands up my thighs, over the dress. I was so turned on and getting needy about it. His voice when he described what he wanted to do to me touched me deep inside and I played back the moment when he walked into that room for the interview.

Carter was always gorgeous, but the years had made him a man. He seemed to be taller and in the best shape, I’d ever seen him in. That was saying a lot since he used to play hockey. He had become a confident and playful man. I sensed that there was a sweet person underneath this flirtatious exterior, or maybe I just wanted him to be that way.

I leaned back and slid my dress up as I gave in to my desire. I spread my legs wide and listened for anyone else in the room. My hand slipped under the lace of my underwear. It was drenched and I sighed as I found my hard clit, ready for all of Carter’s carnal promises. I stroked myself as liquid slid down my inner thigh and I felt the pressure building inside of me. Oh, God.

I played his voice in my mind as I touched and stroked my core. I felt myself nearing the edge as I remembered the last time we were together. It ripped my insides apart when he left and once I knew that I was carrying his baby, I broke inside. I knew that I wouldn’t want another man for a long time, if ever. I was done.

I wanted him now. I bit my lip as I slid a finger inside of myself and thumbed my clit, hard and fast. I wanted him inside of me as I started to come, biting my lip to stay quiet when I just wanted to scream his name. I shuddered as I exploded, feeling it everywhere in my body as I gasped. I dropped my hand down and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.

I wished to hell that was enough to stay focused the rest of the night. I leaned forward and breathed in. Now it smelled like peaches and sex in here.

I cleaned myself up, fixed my clothes and stood. I had trouble walking as I headed towards the sink. Jesus, I didn’t even kiss him and I was already weak in the knees, as well as everywhere else.

I washed my hands and pressed a cold paper towel to my face. I breathed in deeply and stared into the mirror, seeing my flushed face and bright eyes. It had been a long time since I looked this way. I left the bathroom, feeling a little careless. I strode back to the table to sit down, seeing that the food was there.

“I’m starving,” I said, picking up my fork and smiling sweetly at him.

“What were you doing in there for so long?” Carter asked as I looked at him. He leaned in and inhaled as I shivered, still damp with desire. “Mmmm, I like that.”

I knew that he could smell me. I looked down at my plate, my stomach growling with hunger. I started to eat as he leaned back and cut his steak in silence for a moment.

We started talking about my coming to New York. I left Mason out of the story completely. I was just a girl who came to be with a friend and get a job after college. That should sound familiar to Carter since he did the same thing, but he kept asking me questions.

Every look was full of heat and every word that he spoke made me aroused all over again. He told me about all his hard work and what he did to get there, respecting him for it while hating him for leaving me. I hated him for all the nights that I was taking care of Mason alone, barely able to keep my eyes open during the day.

But even through all of that, I wanted him. We ate and drank, while the sexual tension between us reached new heights. I slowly sipped the wine as we kept talking. Carter finally stood up after paying the bill and offered me his hand. I took it. We walked out to the car where he let me in first. He followed and closed the door. He was on me before I knew it, his hands cupping my face as he brushed his lips against mine. I gasped. “Did it feel good?”

“What?” I whispered as he kissed me again.

“Touching yourself in the bathroom,” he said before kissing my neck. “I knew that I got to you.” He backed up against the seat and rolled me to a straddling position over his body. “I knew that you felt it. I knew that you wanted me, too.”

He slipped one hand in my hair and the other around my back before claiming my lips with his. I felt like a teenager again as our tongues danced. The difficulties of life faded away. I had freedom and this boy wanted me. He wanted me again and he’d make everything better.

Carter directed his driver to an ice cream store. We walked inside the run-down building and ordered cones. We took them back to the car and he told the guy to keep driving around the city for a while so we could eat.

I ate so fast that it gave me an ice cream headache, just so I could kiss him again. I was in his lap before he rolled over and pressed me to the seat, his hand running over my body. He didn’t touch me anywhere that I needed him too, his tongue manipulating mine, making me forget all logic.

I was all his as we kissed. His mouth moved over the skin of my neck as he settled between my legs. This felt natural. This felt right.

He was just starting to pull my dress down when I heard my phone ringing in my purse. I wanted to ignore it so badly but I knew that very few people called me. The ones that did would call about Mason. I sighed as I dropped back. “I should answer that.”

Carter pulled away, looking flushed and turned on as he gave me a look of confusion. I crawled over to my purse on the other side of the car and reached inside to look at the screen. It was Lainie. I answered in a whisper as I crouched into the corner. “Hey, Viv. I hate to call you like this but Mason has a fever. He’s asking for you.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” I told her. My mind was racing, trying to find an excuse to leave this car that was not my son. Carter’s son.

“Is everything okay?” His voice was laced with concern as I ran a hand through my hair and turned to look at him.

“My friend is sick and needs some help. She said it’s the flu or something and that she can’t move. I’m sorry.” I fixed my dress. In a way, I was relieved that this was over. I needed to get back to my real life and away from this fantasy of Carter that I’d had for years.

“We’ll drive you home. What’s your address?” Carter asked. I hesitated, worried that he might find out about Mason. But I needed to get to my son, so I told him.

His kiss was sweet as he dropped me off and I walked up to the apartment building, my lips still tingling from his lips and my body a mess of desire.