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Story: Through the Flames
We had just gotten to the club when we lost Tessa.
That reminds me, the tension between Amaya and me went away as soon as we went downstairs and saw Tessa again. As soon as I saw her stupid face, it was like someone had thrown a wet blanket on the mood. When your sister is sitting to your left, it’s hard to think about having s*x with the woman on the right.
I held on to Amaya’s waist tightly as I led us to our private booth. I called ahead so we wouldn’t have to wait in queue when Tessa told me which club they were going to. I knew the owner.
The owner was waiting for us at the booth, and I quickly introduced him to Amaya. He asked a waitress to come over and take our orders, and he told us to just call him if we needed anything.
I got myself a whisky on the rocks and Amaya a lime soda and a burger because she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. The waitress took our orders and left. I turned to Amaya, who was sitting across from me in the semi-circular booth.
She reached over the table and took my hands, turning them so that they were facing up. She started drawing different patterns on my palm, which she did when she was bored and waiting for something.
A few minutes later, the waitress brought us our drinks and food. As soon as she left, Amaya crawled around the boot and sat on my lap.
As I said, spoilt.
“We haven’t had dinner yet.” She put the plate of food between us and fed me first, then herself. She asked how my day was, and I told her everything, down to the last detail.
It was funny to me that Amaya was sitting on my lap and feeding me a burger while I told her about a big accident. That wasn’t the strange part; we were in a private area of a club that was really loud, and about thirty feet away, people were grinding on each other and having a great time.
Amaya Chase made life interesting all the time.
After we ate, Amaya snuggled into the space between my neck and shoulder. I was curious as to why she wanted to come here if she was in the mood to cuddle. I’m not complaining, but we could have cuddled at home too. It was just above freezing, and I could feel this tight little body against mine under all those blankets.
That sounds great right now.
“Carter,” Amaya whispered in my ear. Her voice was soft and airy, and it made my arms feel tingly.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I want to touch you.”
I gulped because I wasn’t sure if this was a trick or if she was on the same level as me.
She seemed to sense that I was unsure, so she pulled her hands down my chest and under my shirt.
“Please, Cartie, let me touch you.”
It would have been stupid of me to say no.
I held her by the back of the neck and pulled her face closer to mine. “You can do anything you want to me.”
She leaned in and kissed the side of my mouth, going down my jawline on both sides. I leaned my head back on the leather cushion and saw that she had me in the same position I had her in earlier. But when I felt her kiss my neck and start to s**k, I couldn’t care less.
As she nipped and sucked on that one spot, my hands got tighter around her thighs.
I haven’t had s*x in a little over four years, and at first, that was fine because I was going through a phase where I hated women and myself.
About six years ago, I couldn’t take the loneliness anymore and for the next two years, I tried to fill that void with as much alcohol as I could.
I was so drunk one time that I slept with a woman whose name I didn’t even know. I was so disgusted with what I did that I promised never to drink again. I was so ashamed that I also swore off women.
I had a younger sister. I’d beat someone up if they treated her the way I did that woman.
Of course, after that I spent more time alone, and just when things seemed to be getting worse, Amaya came into my life.
All I wanted now was to be with Amaya. She needed to know that I couldn’t live without her. I wanted her in every way that a person could want another person.
I was out of it.
I was so glad I didn’t have to work because I couldn’t even get out of bed after last night, let alone make coffee all day.
Last night… was great.
Carter really did touch me and let me touch him. I mean, we didn’t go all the way, and I had to blame myself for that because I fell asleep in the cab. I turned over in bed and yelled into the sheets.
Why did I have to act like a baby sometimes? He could have had s*x with me last night.
Just thinking about it made me shiver.
Thinking about how he would touch me and squeeze me with his rough hands in any way he wanted. He was so much bigger than me, and the difference was so… interesting. I can’t even begin to think about what I would do if he took off all his clothes and let me look at him.
I wanted to sit down and look at every part of him. I wanted him to lie naked by the window so I could paint him in the morning sun.
I missed Carter.
He had to go to work this morning, and I really wished it wasn’t so. I got out of bed and stood up. Carter’s hoodie fell to my knees.
I remember him waking me up last night to take off my dress, but other than that, I was out cold.
As I walked into the kitchen, I muttered to myself, “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
I saw a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with a cover on it on the kitchen island. Next to it was a note.
Hello, lovely.
I really wish I could have seen those hazel eyes before I left for work this morning. Waking up with you in my arms is enough to get me through the day.
I’m sorry our night didn’t go as planned, but when I get home today, we should sit down and talk about everything that’s been going on between us lately.
Please be a good girl for me until then.
Love, Cartie
I hugged the letter to my chest and squealed. Then I danced and spun around the kitchen like a crazy person.
I was very lucky to have him. Carter was the most caring person there was. He cooked my eggs until they were almost burnt, which is how I like them, and he even cut the crust off my toast.
He was so nice to me, and I wanted to show him how much I appreciate everything he’s done for me. I wanted him to know that I was thankful to have him in my life and that I wanted to be with him.
I put his letter in the small box where I usually keep them. Then I turned on the TV and watched some reruns of The Big Bang Theory while I ate my breakfast.
I didn’t know what I was going to do today. I would usually just paint, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with all these thoughts of Carter going through my head.
I couldn’t believe that the day had finally come when I would tell Carter how I really felt. Yes, I was scared and nervous, but more than anything else, I was excited.
I had to see him.
I had an idea that made a light bulb go off above my head.
I’ll make Carter lunch, dress up really nicely, and bring it to work for him. That way, I can see him and he can see that I’m a good wife.
A situation where everyone wins.
I started making his favourite meal right away: creamed pumpkin soup with freshly baked dinner rolls. I know this is strange, but Carter will eat this at any time of day and he eats a lot. I don’t care what he likes to eat; I just want him to be happy.
It was only nine in the morning, so I got right to work with the goal of finishing by noon. I knew I was taking a big risk because Carter was a firefighter and could be out there saving lives right now.
I was hoping and praying that everything would work out today and that Carter would be at the station when I got there.
That reminds me, the tension between Amaya and me went away as soon as we went downstairs and saw Tessa again. As soon as I saw her stupid face, it was like someone had thrown a wet blanket on the mood. When your sister is sitting to your left, it’s hard to think about having s*x with the woman on the right.
I held on to Amaya’s waist tightly as I led us to our private booth. I called ahead so we wouldn’t have to wait in queue when Tessa told me which club they were going to. I knew the owner.
The owner was waiting for us at the booth, and I quickly introduced him to Amaya. He asked a waitress to come over and take our orders, and he told us to just call him if we needed anything.
I got myself a whisky on the rocks and Amaya a lime soda and a burger because she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. The waitress took our orders and left. I turned to Amaya, who was sitting across from me in the semi-circular booth.
She reached over the table and took my hands, turning them so that they were facing up. She started drawing different patterns on my palm, which she did when she was bored and waiting for something.
A few minutes later, the waitress brought us our drinks and food. As soon as she left, Amaya crawled around the boot and sat on my lap.
As I said, spoilt.
“We haven’t had dinner yet.” She put the plate of food between us and fed me first, then herself. She asked how my day was, and I told her everything, down to the last detail.
It was funny to me that Amaya was sitting on my lap and feeding me a burger while I told her about a big accident. That wasn’t the strange part; we were in a private area of a club that was really loud, and about thirty feet away, people were grinding on each other and having a great time.
Amaya Chase made life interesting all the time.
After we ate, Amaya snuggled into the space between my neck and shoulder. I was curious as to why she wanted to come here if she was in the mood to cuddle. I’m not complaining, but we could have cuddled at home too. It was just above freezing, and I could feel this tight little body against mine under all those blankets.
That sounds great right now.
“Carter,” Amaya whispered in my ear. Her voice was soft and airy, and it made my arms feel tingly.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I want to touch you.”
I gulped because I wasn’t sure if this was a trick or if she was on the same level as me.
She seemed to sense that I was unsure, so she pulled her hands down my chest and under my shirt.
“Please, Cartie, let me touch you.”
It would have been stupid of me to say no.
I held her by the back of the neck and pulled her face closer to mine. “You can do anything you want to me.”
She leaned in and kissed the side of my mouth, going down my jawline on both sides. I leaned my head back on the leather cushion and saw that she had me in the same position I had her in earlier. But when I felt her kiss my neck and start to s**k, I couldn’t care less.
As she nipped and sucked on that one spot, my hands got tighter around her thighs.
I haven’t had s*x in a little over four years, and at first, that was fine because I was going through a phase where I hated women and myself.
About six years ago, I couldn’t take the loneliness anymore and for the next two years, I tried to fill that void with as much alcohol as I could.
I was so drunk one time that I slept with a woman whose name I didn’t even know. I was so disgusted with what I did that I promised never to drink again. I was so ashamed that I also swore off women.
I had a younger sister. I’d beat someone up if they treated her the way I did that woman.
Of course, after that I spent more time alone, and just when things seemed to be getting worse, Amaya came into my life.
All I wanted now was to be with Amaya. She needed to know that I couldn’t live without her. I wanted her in every way that a person could want another person.
I was out of it.
I was so glad I didn’t have to work because I couldn’t even get out of bed after last night, let alone make coffee all day.
Last night… was great.
Carter really did touch me and let me touch him. I mean, we didn’t go all the way, and I had to blame myself for that because I fell asleep in the cab. I turned over in bed and yelled into the sheets.
Why did I have to act like a baby sometimes? He could have had s*x with me last night.
Just thinking about it made me shiver.
Thinking about how he would touch me and squeeze me with his rough hands in any way he wanted. He was so much bigger than me, and the difference was so… interesting. I can’t even begin to think about what I would do if he took off all his clothes and let me look at him.
I wanted to sit down and look at every part of him. I wanted him to lie naked by the window so I could paint him in the morning sun.
I missed Carter.
He had to go to work this morning, and I really wished it wasn’t so. I got out of bed and stood up. Carter’s hoodie fell to my knees.
I remember him waking me up last night to take off my dress, but other than that, I was out cold.
As I walked into the kitchen, I muttered to myself, “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
I saw a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with a cover on it on the kitchen island. Next to it was a note.
Hello, lovely.
I really wish I could have seen those hazel eyes before I left for work this morning. Waking up with you in my arms is enough to get me through the day.
I’m sorry our night didn’t go as planned, but when I get home today, we should sit down and talk about everything that’s been going on between us lately.
Please be a good girl for me until then.
Love, Cartie
I hugged the letter to my chest and squealed. Then I danced and spun around the kitchen like a crazy person.
I was very lucky to have him. Carter was the most caring person there was. He cooked my eggs until they were almost burnt, which is how I like them, and he even cut the crust off my toast.
He was so nice to me, and I wanted to show him how much I appreciate everything he’s done for me. I wanted him to know that I was thankful to have him in my life and that I wanted to be with him.
I put his letter in the small box where I usually keep them. Then I turned on the TV and watched some reruns of The Big Bang Theory while I ate my breakfast.
I didn’t know what I was going to do today. I would usually just paint, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with all these thoughts of Carter going through my head.
I couldn’t believe that the day had finally come when I would tell Carter how I really felt. Yes, I was scared and nervous, but more than anything else, I was excited.
I had to see him.
I had an idea that made a light bulb go off above my head.
I’ll make Carter lunch, dress up really nicely, and bring it to work for him. That way, I can see him and he can see that I’m a good wife.
A situation where everyone wins.
I started making his favourite meal right away: creamed pumpkin soup with freshly baked dinner rolls. I know this is strange, but Carter will eat this at any time of day and he eats a lot. I don’t care what he likes to eat; I just want him to be happy.
It was only nine in the morning, so I got right to work with the goal of finishing by noon. I knew I was taking a big risk because Carter was a firefighter and could be out there saving lives right now.
I was hoping and praying that everything would work out today and that Carter would be at the station when I got there.