Futures and Frosting (Chocolate Lovers #2)(15)

“Are you referring to before or after we got home?” he asks.

“Uh, both?”

Carter sighs. “I don’t think you’re awake or sober enough to discuss the sex we had before we got home. After…well, I do believe sex was the general idea until I got your clothes off and you puked on me.”

“Ooooh, sorry about that,” I apologize sheepishly.

“It’s my fault. I should have never introduced you to Drew,” he replies jokingly.

“He peed on our chair,” I complain, giving Drew the two-finger eye salute.

“You puked on my dick,” Carter deadpans.

“Fine, you win,” I say with a sigh. “So where are you?”

“DUDE! LET ME TELL HER ABOUT THE BACK DOOR ACTION ON THE BUS!” Drew yells into the phone as he comes up next to me.

I turn to look at Drew with a horrified look on my face.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him. “Carter, what the f*ck is he talking about?” I screech into the phone. “Oh Jesus. Did I let you…did we…OH MY GOD WE DID THAT ON A BUS SURROUNDED BY OUR FRIENDS?”

The laughter comes from all around me now. Liz bends over so far in hysterics that she’s fallen on the floor; Drew wipes tears out of his eyes as he leans against the counter, and Carter was snorting on the other end of the phone.

“No! No, it’s not what you’re thinking. Even though you begged me repeatedly saying, ‘Come on just stick it in my ass!’ I figured that was not a decision you were making with one hundred percent clarity. Tell me you at least remember being in the bathroom with me,” Carter begs.

I put my elbows up on the counter and lean my head against one hand, closing my eyes to try and conjure up the bathroom rendezvous Carter speaks of.



Everyone piles back on the bus after the third winery, a little louder and a lot drunker. Carter slumps onto the leather bench, pulling me down next to him until I am practically sprawled on top of him with my chest resting against his. He holds my face in both of his hands, and as the bus starts moving and our friends start yelling and goofing off in the front of the vehicle, he leans in and kissed me. His tongue slowly pushes past my lips and sweeps through my mouth causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach and warmth to spread between my legs. After a few minutes he pulls his mouth away from mine, and I let out a groan at the loss.

“You wanna go in the bathroom?” Carter asks with a wag of his eyebrows.

“No. I don’t have to pee right now,” I tell him as I leaned toward him so I can kiss him again. He tastes so yummy, like wine and sunshine and kittens.

“I’m not talking about going to the bathroom to GO to the bathroom. I’m talking about going to the bathroom so I can stick it to you,” he says with a snort and a laugh.

“You’re so romantic. Say it again,” I tell him as I bat my eyelashes at him.

Carter looks over my shoulder and then back down at me.

“Seriously. No one is looking. We could sneak into the bathroom and no one would even know. I’ll make it quick.”

“No really, keep going. This is totally turning me on,” I tell him in a monotone voice.

Carter pulls my face back toward him and our lips crash together. His tongue skates over my bottom lip before plunging back into my mouth. The pain of the week-long exiles while we work opposite shifts have become glaringly obvious as we deepened the kiss, and I practically crawl onto his lap.

Carter’s hand slides down the side of my body, brushing over one breast and curving over my hip to clutch my ass and pull me closer to him. He moves his mouth away from my lips and starts planting warm, wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and collarbone until I feel like I'll melt into a puddle of goo on the floor of the bus. He gently grazes the side of my neck with his teeth and slides his tongue over the spot. I'm panting like a dog at this point and know I won’t make it much longer. If he keeps this up, I'm going to throw him down on the seat and bang him in front of everyone.

“Okay, fine. You win. Bathroom. Now,” I mumble through my drunken, lust-induced haze.

We stand up quickly and stumble our way to the tiny bathroom directly across from us. I vaguely hear one of the girls shout, “NO, no, no! I have to pee!” before we slam the door closed and fumble with the sliding lock. The bathroom is about the size of an airplane bathroom so maneuverability is nil. Carter’s body is pressed up against my back and he begins kissing and sucking on the back of my neck as I try in vain to get the stupid lock to slide closed.

“I can’t get the f*cking door to lock!” I complain through moans of pleasure as he brings his hands around my waist and slides them up my body until they cup both of my breasts.

“Fuck it. I think it locks automatically anyway. That slide thing is just for the little sign on the outside that switches to 'occupied' or some shit. Everyone already knows we’re in here,” Carter says as he starts massaging my breasts.

We turn as one so I can rest my hands on the edge of the sink and Carter can lift my skirt. A quick breaking of the bus makes me jerk forward and slam my shoulder into the wall above the sink.

“Son of a bitch!” I yell. “This is going to be dangerous.”

I giggle as Carter slides his hands back down my sides and grazes over a particularly ticklish spot.