Perdie shuffled to her own room and inspected her clothes in the mirror. Changing into something more presentable wasn’t a half-bad idea. They were celebrating, after all.
With a sigh, she pulled off her T-shirt and fraying denim shorts, deciding a fitted cotton ribbed tank dress would be enough of an upgrade. She’d need to change her bra though. She flung open her dresser drawer and found the red silk bra, the one she wore the evening Carter went down on her on a conference table. Oh boy. Talk about memories.
Once dressed, she stepped out into the hallway.
“Ah, you listened. Amazing. You look good.” Lucille gripped Perdie by her shoulders. “Don’t worry, when the time comes, I’ll get everyone out of here.”
Perdie crinkled her nose. “Huh?” But Lucille was already gone.
She was making her way down the stairs when the doorbell rang. Pizza’s here.
“Coming! I got the tab,” Perdie called before opening the door. “It’s you. The man of my dreams.”
“Uh...” The pizza deliveryman blushed at the greeting, handing over the stack of boxes. “Sign here please, ma’am.”
Perdie scribbled a signature, then handed it back. “A real American hero,” she said as the guy walked away. She was one second from closing the door when a shadow rounded the corner.
She almost didn’t recognize the bearded man with shaggy hair and a familiar gait who neared. “Carter?” Lucille. Somehow she’d known he’d return early. Perdie almost dropped the pizza.
She’d missed him.
When he made his way to the door, he gripped her by the waist, his quiet voice sending prickles all long her neck. “I’ve missed you, Bad Girl. You’ve got ten seconds to get upstairs or I’m fucking you right here.”
Perdie froze, but then slowly set the pizza boxes on the floor.
Wordlessly he grabbed her hand and as if entranced she followed him through the group in the kitchen.
“Carter?” Sophia’s head turned as they passed by. “Wow, you look...just, wow.”
But he remained singularly focused on Perdie. “Hey, Sophia, talk soon okay?”
“Should we, uh, offer him a drink?” Jennifer asked.
“Nah.” Lucille’s voice came from behind. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing them for a little while.”
Carter clomped up the stairs with Perdie close behind. Her heart pounded. He opened the door to Perdie’s room and gently guided her to the bed before sitting himself.
The man in front of her was worn. He’d grown a beard and his hair had gone shaggy. Older looking even though it’d only been a month.
And did she need an eye exam or had she spotted a gray hair or two sprigging out near his temple? Her instinct was to touch it, trace the silver with her fingertips.
Endorphins ran high from the physical chase and this new look on Carter... She licked her lips. Well, life really wasn’t predictable, was it? He was usually so urbane. But now he looked...rough.
“Kissing you with a beard is gonna be weird,” she whispered.
“I can assure you it’s the only appropriate course of action.” His voice was equally soft.
Succumbing to temptation, she gently caressed the hairs at his temple, his eyes drooping from the touch.
Then like a flash, they were on one another, mouths and tongues desperately seeking, her hands frantically finding the buttons of his shirt as his hands trailed up her thigh beneath her dress, kneading the flesh roughly.
His fingers found the waistband of her underwear and yanked hard to uncover her. She lifted her hips to assist, then kicked the scrap of fabric to the floor, abandoning the pursuit of shirt buttons for the more important one at his pants.
“You...owe me...new panties,” she gasped against his mouth. He wasted no time, greedily locating her clit with the pads of his fingertips, circling the hot bud with unbridled, messy enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, moaning, but her hands managed to free the bulging erection from his boxer briefs.
He growled when she stroked his dick, pulling her to his lap, groping her breasts, her waist, her thighs.
His voice reverberated into her ear. “If you don’t jump on my cock and ride me like I’m the last rodeo right now, I’m gonna have to turn you around and rail you against the wall, and believe me when I say I won’t be fucking gentle.”
They both froze in realization after the words. Then a flustered rearrangement of bodies. Before she could blink, Perdie was on her knees, hands white-knuckling the headboard, her ass rocking back and forth on the tip of Carter’s cock. When Carter slammed inside her from behind, she gasped, the entire bed lurching with thrusting momentum.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “You’re still good at this.”
“It’s been too long since my cock’s been inside you.” He panted.
“Practically a lifetime. Goddamn.”
“You left me, Bad Girl. You left me, and you better never do it again.” He gave her a hard slap against her ass.
A sharp cry escaped her. Surprising.
“Now I’m going to punish you for it.”
“I’ll never do it again,” she pleaded, hoping for another smack.
He delivered, his palm hitting with enough force to burn brightly, hurtling her towards an orgasm. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I love you, don’t stop.”
