In episode #17, Carter found herself on the job, sharing kisses with someone of the same persuasion. When she went home afterward, she definitely wasn’t alone.
In this episode, Carter rushes home, ready to finally have her way with the oh-so-sexy Kenneth, but as she and Kenneth start their sensual exploration, an unexpected guest arrives trying to keep the two apart.
A red light kept Kenneth from pulling up beside me in the parking lot. I opened the door and raced down to my bedroom. The closet door was ajar. A few outfits were strewn across the bed. I stared at them for a second, thinking, I thought I cleaned up before I left. I quickly decided that now was not the time to worry about it, and I nonchalantly tossed them into the opening of the closet. I kicked the door closed then reached for a bottle of perfume so that I could spray the air and bed.
Sunflowers. Cynthia flashed in my mind and as quick as a blink, I removed her. She lost Kenneth. She doubted him. Her loss was my gain.
I stood back, looked at the bed, and trembled. It had been a long time since anyone was allowed all access to this room. It had been a long time since I had wanted someone to be in this room.
I rubbed my chest and thought, Calm down, girl. You don’t want to look like an amateur.
I took in a long breath through my nose; a woody, musky scent mingled with the Sunflowers perfume I sprayed.
“I thought I locked the door,” I said.
“No,” Kenneth responded. “I locked it when I came in though.”
I turned and came face to face with Kenneth. His eyes were dark and slightly closed as if he had just awakened from a dream.
“This place is more like you,” he said. “Full of color. Brightness. You.”
He walked toward me, close enough for me to feel the heat jumping from his skin. He bent his head and kissed me. It was a small, lingering kiss that seared through me.
My eyes never lost contact with his as I removed his tie, his jacket, his shirt. My hands shook as I laid my palms against his hairy chest and inched my way up to his strong shoulders, his neck, and into his hair. Our lips connected again, this time feverishly.
Kenneth’s arms grabbed around my waist and lifted me from the floor. I squealed slightly from the air lift, hoping he wouldn’t hurt himself.
When my back landed against the closet door, Kenneth stopped kissing me and took a step back. I felt touched on every spot Kenneth’s eyes took in. I wanted to touch him, but when I lifted my hand, he said, “Put it down.”
I obeyed, strangely aroused by this quiet, contemplative Kenneth.
Slowly, he began to unbutton my blouse. When it fell to the floor in a puddle, he unfastened my bra.
He knelt in front of me. I stiffened my legs to keep from falling down there with him.
“Lift your left foot,” he said. I did, and he took my slipper off. He caressed my foot, dipped his head and supplied a kiss to each toe.
“The right,” he said, this time the force in his voice faltered.
Once the last toe was kissed, he looked into my eyes as he unfastened my jeans. He gripped the sides of the waistband and slid them over my butt, my full hips, down to my ankles. I stepped from them.
I had never been so excited in all my life. My nipples ached. My stomach kept contracting from anticipation of being touched. I knew Kenneth could smell my heat.
Starting at my ankles, he slid his hands up my calves, my knees, my thighs. His hands moved around and took handfuls of my butt.
I sighed, then cried out when he placed his mouth against my mound and sucked and breathed in my scent.
“Kenneth,” I managed to say between groans.
“You smell so good,” he whispered. He shimmied my thong down and pressed his mouth against me again. This time, he licked me and added, “Taste good, too.”
He kissed my stomach, he kissed between my breasts, he kissed my nipples. Then, he grinded himself against me and attacked my mouth with his. I threw my arms around his neck. I moaned against his mouth, and his tongue lashed out at mine.
Kenneth moved his mouth to my neck and traveled up behind my right ear. I went limp in his arms and panted, “I can’t wait much longer.”
He nipped my lobe and pulled it between his teeth. “It won’t be much longer,” he crooned.
He twirled me over to the bed, and I fell upon it, naked and splayed in all my wanton chocolate glory. He stood at the foot of the bed and unfastened his slacks, removed his socks and shoes.
My center throbbed as I took in the bulge beneath his boxers.
“Take these off for me, baby,” he said in the softest, deepest voice.
I was only too happy to oblige. My fingers clasped around the band and the boxers began their travel downward.
The house phone rang. Fuck, I thought, then stopped the boxers’ descent right at the glory mark. I unplugged the phone, smiled at Kenneth, and went back to the most important work in the world—getting Kenneth naked.
As the boxers found the floor, I pretended to not be impressed. Kenneth had a magnificent body. I crawled backward onto the bed and leaned toward my nightstand. I pulled out a box of condoms and sat them on the stand. After taking out one, I faced Kenneth and asked, “May I have the pleasure of putting this on?”
He said, “Yes” as someone began pounding on the door. I fell back onto the bed and groaned. I couldn’t ignore the loud bangs, and if it were Rico or Vince, I needed to get to the door and quickly. Both had keys.
I slid out the bed and said, “I’m so sorry. Let me get rid of whoever it is.”
Kenneth pulled me to him and the feel of our naked bodies meshed together made me release. He kissed my neck and said, “Hurry back.”
I snatched my silk blue robe from off the vanity’s chair, shut the bedroom door behind me, and rushed to the front door.
Vince was on the other side. His eyes were huge and moving quickly throughout what he could see inside.
He looked at me and asked, “What are you doing?”
I threw my hands on my hips. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t start that shit, Carter. I know Kenneth’s here.”
“So what? The case is closed. He can do whatever he wants, and so can I.”
“May I come in?”
I lifted a brow and responded, “Um, no, I don’t think so.”
“Why are you doing this, Carter?” Vince asked in a strained voice.
“Because I like him. Because I want to.”
“But you don’t love him.”
“And how do you know?”
“I just do.”
I shut the front door a bit and stepped onto the porch. “And why do I have to love him, Vince?” I asked.
“Because you never slept with anyone that you didn’t love,” he answered simply.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, I thought.
“Why are you here, Vince?” I asked.
“Because you don’t know everything.”
“What’s everything?” Vince stood there staring at me as if trying to sway me with the sadness in his eyes. “What is everything, Vince?”
“Kenneth is not a victim here,” he said.
I laughed. “Are you serious?” I asked. “Not the victim? His wife was cheating on him, Vince.”
I shook my head. “We have tape of her kissing someone,” I said. “He told me that she told him the truth. He left her. I know what I know.”
Vince opened his mouth, and I placed my hand over it. “He’s a good guy. Don’t be mad because you lost your shot.”
Vince’s eyes narrowed. When I removed my hand, he asked, “What shot?”
“You’re mad because Kenneth is getting what you want,” I said. “Me. You say you love me…”
“I do love you, Carter.”
“Yeah, to have you tell it. Everyone else is telling me that you’re in love with me. They tell me that you want to be with me.”
Vince didn’t respond. Not like I expected him to.
“You and I kissed,” I continued, “and I liked it. I thought there was something. I felt like there was something, and you’re like ‘let’s forget this happened’.”
I began crying, and I let out a string of profanity because I felt so damn stupid. Never, ever let a man see you cry. That was one of my mottos.
“I thought I was feeling something for you, Vince,” I whispered. “Something more than the love of our friendship. I opened myself up to a what if. You know I don’t do that.”
“Please don’t go back in there with him,” Vince said. “I never meant to hurt you, Carter.”
“The sad thing is I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But these are the consequences to me being hurt. We have to deal with them. Goodnight.”
I turned to go in, and Vince grabbed my arm and spun me around. Before I could protest, he had me in his arms, and his mouth joined to mine. In the weakest attempt ever known to man, I tried to get out of Vince’s grasp, but he wasn’t having it. His hands moved down my back, and when they reached my backside, Vince moaned against my mouth. Involuntarily, my fingers inched into his crinkly, thick hair.
The kiss ended, and I stepped back on shaky legs. Vince’s eyes were flashing green like new money. I didn’t know how I was feeling or how I was supposed to feel.
“Goodnight, Vince,” I managed to get out before a sob escaped me.
I quickly went in and shut the door. I stayed there, listening for him to drive off. He did—five minutes later. My tears had still not stopped.