Playboy Pilot (21 page)

He held out his hands. “May I?”

Not even really understanding what I was agreeing to, I simply nodded.

Carter took the towel from my grasp as his eyes travelled down the length of my wet, naked body. He began to gently wipe every drop of water from my skin. His hand lingered over my crotch as he took his sweet time rubbing the towel between my legs. I was supposed be drying off, but I was getting wet instead as my clit started to throb.

The towel fell to the ground, yet Carter’s hand remained, rubbing me back and forth until I felt myself suddenly start to climax. “Come. It’s okay. Come,” he whispered. “I want to watch your face.”

My eyes rolled back as I allowed my orgasm to roll through me. It was the quickest one I’d ever had, but it was seriously intense.

When my eyes finally opened, Carter was pointing to his crotch, bringing his hardness to my attention. “Fuck. This might have been a mistake,” he growled.

His cock was stretching through his jeans. I looked up at his hair, which was still tousled from playing with the cat. He looked so damn sexy. I had an intense urge to just kneel down and take care of him, but before I could make a move, he backed away.

“God, it’s just too much to take sometimes,” he said before suddenly exiting the bathroom, leaving me completely aroused even though I’d just come.

When I came out fully dressed, Carter no longer had an erection, which made me wonder if he’d gone to his room and jerked off. That thought turned me on even more.

After he’d taken his own shower, he emerged from the bathroom, looking delicious with his wet hair slicked back and donning cargo shorts and a fitted T-shirt. “Ready for the neighborhood tour?”

“Sure.” I smiled.

The Florida sun was shining brightly as Carter and I walked about a block until we came upon a line-up of about fifty Segway scooters parked along a fence. He bent down and unlocked two of them.

“What is going on?”

“These scooters belong to everyone in the neighborhood. They give us a key that unlocks them. It’s what most people use to get around.”

So strange.

Carter was so big that he looked kind of ridiculous as he got on one and started down the road to demonstrate how it worked. He turned around after a short time to help me onto mine until I was comfortable with how to ride it.

Unable to contain the smile on my face as we scooted along, I listened as Carter pointed out important features of the gated neighborhood, such as a lake that ran alongside it, a small community center and an in-ground pool. The area was massive; it was starting to make sense why people travelled around on scooters.

As we continued riding, something else became abundantly clear. We hadn’t passed anyone under the age of seventy-five. Also, everyone who scooted past us had either blue hair or no hair at all.

“There sure are a lot of senior citizens in your neighborhood.”

Almost as soon as the words had exited my mouth, Carter nearly fell off the Segway. He stopped and began to laugh hysterically. It wasn’t a normal laugh. It was a full on laughing fit.

He held his stomach as he said, “I was waiting for you to catch on, Perky.”

“Catch on to what?”

“You’re so cute.” He hopped off the scooter and kissed my nose.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“It took you long enough.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There aren’t just
a lot
of senior citizens here, Kendall. Pretty much everyone is. This is a community for active seniors over the age of sixty-five. Most of the residents are actually in their seventies and eighties.”

Wait.

What?

“What the hell are you doing living here then?”

“That’s the question of the year, isn’t it?” He gave me a quick pat on the ass. “Come on. Get back on the scooter. I’ll tell you a little story.”

As we zipped along, Carter began to explain. “Okay, so a couple of years ago, my grandmother passed away.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. Anyway, my condo was actually hers. She and her cat Matilda lived here for many years. After she died, I was surprised to learn that she’d left me the condo in her will.”

“Why you and not your sisters?”

“I think she didn’t want to have to choose between the two of them. They’re very competitive. She’d left them some money and gave the condo to me. I’d had every intention of selling it. But when I flew down to clean it out, I realized with each day spent down here that I’d never been more at peace in my life. It didn’t matter what I looked like, what I did for a living…no women my age to have to worry about fucking over. It was like a total escape and hideout.”

“So, you stayed.”

“I did.”

“Are you the only young person here?”

“As far as I know, I am. But the thing is…even if I wanted to leave now, I’d feel a little guilty.”

“Why?”

“This is gonna sound strange…”

“Strange?” I quipped full of sarcasm. “There’s nothing about this situation that’s strange!”

“Many of these people have come to depend on me. For the most part, I live a pretty selfish life when I’m flying. But when I’m here, I leave my ego in the sky. You know? Helping these people out, whether it’s driving them to run errands or lifting something…it makes me feel good.”

Then, it hit me. “Oh my God. The Suburban. That’s why you have such a big car, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled.

“You’re like that van that shows up at the supermarket trucking the elderly around.”

“Basically, a few times a month, I am.”

“Wow. I guess there are a whole lot of things I didn’t realize about you, Carter.”

“There’s a lot more I hope to show you, baby. Trust me.”

“Don’t even try to act sexy on that fucking thing,” I said as we continued to roll along.

“This would definitely be the first time I’ve ever tried to seduce someone on a Segway.”

“Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re almost there.”

“Where?”

“My father’s house.”

“Your father? I thought your parents were in Michigan?”

“They are.”

“I’m confused.”

“You’ll get it pretty quickly. Remember what you told me back in Amsterdam…to just play along?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I’m about to ask you to do.”

CARTER HAD A KEY
to enter one of the other units. A man who looked to be in his eighties sat in front of an older television set.

“It’s about time, Brucey! My fucking feet are killing me.”

Brucey?

Carter glanced over at me with a smile. “Don’t embarrass me in front of my friend, old man.”

“What are you doing with Michelle Pfeiffer?”

“It’s not Michelle Pfeiffer, Pops.”

“Who is it, then?”

“Her name is Kendall.”

“Ken Doll?”

Carter raised his voice. “Kendall…Kendall.”

“Whatever. Come cut my toe nails.”

“They haven’t been done since I was last here?”

“Who else is gonna do them?” the man grumbled.

“True. Where did you put the clippers?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“You’re gonna send me on a scavenger hunt again?”

“Get me some prune juice while you’re up. Been backed up for days,” he said before letting out a big fart.

Oh.

Okay.

“Oh, that one sounded wet!” Carter joked before nudging his head for me to follow him down the hall.

“Who is he, Carter?”

Carter spoke low, “Name’s Gordon Reitman. He was a friend of my grandmother’s. In her will, she asked me to keep an eye out for him. He has nobody else. His wife kicked off a few years before Grandma passed. He gets a visit from some nurses a couple of times a week, but it’s not really enough.”

“Why does he call you Brucey?”

“Bruce was his son’s name. Only child. The kid died in a car accident as a teenager. When Gordon started losing his mind, he started to think Bruce was still alive and that I was grown-up Bruce. I tried to correct him once, and he didn’t believe me. Got belligerent. So, I just went with it.”

“He really believes that you’re him, or he just
wants
to believe it?”

“I think he really does believe it at this point, yes.”

Wow.

Carter fished through some drawers in Gordon’s bathroom and finally located the small plastic bag containing the clippers. He also placed two rubber gloves over his hands.

“Why do you need those to cut his nails?”

“You’ll soon find out.”

Back in the living room, Carter sat down on an ottoman in front of Gordon’s feet before pulling the old man’s socks off. His toenails were yellow and crusty. It became abundantly clear now why Carter was using the latex gloves.

While he began to tend to Gordon’s toes, I walked over to a mantle that displayed pictures of a young boy in a baseball cap. There was another picture of the same boy as a teenager. Then, on the far end of the mantle was a picture of Carter, kneeling down next to Gordon.

“Ow, fucking hell!” Gordon yelled, prompting me to turn around.

“Hold your foot still and watch your language in front of my girl, Pops, or I’ll have to tickle your feet.” Carter proceeded to tickle the bottom of Gordon’s foot briefly as a warning, and the old man let out an uncharacteristic cackle.

“There’ll be more where that came from,” Carter said.

“Bout time you brought a girl home, son.”

Carter looked over at me. “Well, this one is special.”

Had he never brought a woman to this place?

“I loved you in
Grease,
” Gordon said.

I looked at Carter in confusion. “Hmm?”

“Apparently, he still thinks you’re Michelle Pfeiffer. Just go with it.” Carter put the clippers back in the bag. “All set.”

To my amazement, Carter then started to pump some lotion into his hands and began rubbing Gordon’s feet. The old man bent his head back on the chair and closed his eyes. He started to moan out in ecstasy. After several minutes, the moaning turned to snoring. Gordon was out like a light.

Carter got up, and I followed him into the bathroom. He suddenly turned around and lifted his lotion-covered hands teasingly. “Let me cup your face.”

“Gross!” I laughed. “Take off those gloves!”

“Come on, you know you want some of what I have.”

“Carter, seriously, no joke. Clean your hands off if you ever want to dream of touching me again.”

He inched closer teasingly and wriggled his brows. “Nothing wrong with a little fungus.”

“Carter!”

“Alright. Alright.”

Carter removed the gloves before washing his hands. He then turned around, slowly backing me against the wall and planting a warm kiss on my lips.

Running my fingers through his hair, I looked into his eyes. “You know, I’ve been slowly learning to trust you, seeing the person beneath the playboy pilot façade. But this, what you’ve been doing for this man—not just the feet stuff but letting him feel that he has some family—really shows me who you really are. It reminds me of how much I loved helping Wanda all those years ago and inspires me to be a better person. You’re selfless, Carter.”

He inched closer. “Well, at this particular moment, I’m feeling the
opposite
of selfless…very greedy.”

“Is that so?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Perky?”

“I think so, yes.”

“No, I mean, really
told
you. I don’t think I’ve ever really made it clear aloud how badly I want you, and I need you to know that, before you try to leave. I know I’ve been on my best behavior, but I’m gonna be honest. Ever since we landed here in Florida, it’s getting harder for me to hold back. If you told me right now that you’d let me fuck you right this second, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. So, I’m just letting you know, that I’ve reached my breaking point—my
dick’s
reached it’s breaking point. I need to fuck you, need to be inside of you.”

“Here? In this old man’s bathroom? With his dentures practically staring at us from the sink?”

“If you told me you wanted it here… fuck yes. I’d fuck you right here. I wouldn’t waste another second of our precious time. But seriously, the ball’s in your court. I have a spare bedroom. You sleep in there tonight, alright?”

“Wait. I don’t get it. Now, you’re telling me you
don’t
want to sleep with me?”

“No. Not anymore. I can’t sleep next to you anymore with my dick pressed against your ass, unless you let me inside. A man can only take so much.”