KARTER by Scott Hildreth, SD Hildreth Read Free Book Online Page B

to make adjustments to me and my attitude if need be. As I pulled my seat from the table, Jak grinned his dimple grin and stared through me.
    Keep that shit up and you’re going to have to take your clothes off.
    “I like it when you smile that smile,” I said softly.
    “I didn’t know I had variations,” he said as he raised his hand to his face.
    “Well, you have at least two - one with dimples showing and one without. I like the dimples,” I nodded.
    He covered his mouth with his hand and continued to stare, “You know Karter. I have this thing I do. I study people as they walk. I don’t really know why, but I do. I’ve convinced myself I can tell a lot about a person by how they walk. So, it’s become a habit. Your walk?”
    He shook his head lightly, “You walk lightly. You almost float. But you do it with authority. Your shoulders tell it all. I love watching you walk.”
    Dude, just stop. You melted my panties when you picked me up the other day. There’s no need to continue.
    He lowered his hand from his mouth and reached across the table. I glanced down at his hand. He curled his fingers slowly a few times as if he wanted me to touch his hand. As I reached across the table he cupped my hand in his and smiled. As he placed his other hand around the back side and formed a little hand house, my heart raced.
    “When you walk into a room, you fill it. Nothing else exists. There’s no room for anything additional. The entire room becomes you, Karter. It becomes impossible to pay attention to anything else, because you’re not only all that matters, you’re all there is,” he grinned until his dimples formed.
    If you ever leave me, I’m going to stab you in the back. You can’t do this to me.
    I pulled my hands from his and rubbed them on the thighs of my jeans, “If you fuck me over, I’ll kill you. That’s not a stupid girl threat. It’s a promise, Jak.”
    “Wow. I’m trying to secure a place in your heart and you threaten me,” he chuckled as he leaned into his seat.
    “What? Secure a place? You remember what I told you the other day about my brain? My brain deciding it liked you? You remember that Jak?” I asked.
    The waitress placed the drinks on the table and smiled, “You ready to order?”
    I glanced over my shoulder and gave her my best go away, bitch look.
    “I’ll give you some time,” she smiled.
    Yeah, do that.
    I turned to Jak.
    “Yes. I remember. Why?” he asked.
    “I’m not trying to be gross. And this isn’t an offer. It is what it is, I suppose. But I have never, and I do mean never ,” I paused and shook my head at the thought of discussing the matter.
    “I’ve never been able to have sex without lube. My lady parts don’t get wet. They’re like fucked up. Medically. Mentally. Who knows. So, the other day when you picked me up? When my feet were dangling in the air?” I raised my eyebrows and waited for him to chew on what I offered so far.
    He raised his chin, nodded slightly, and waited for me to continue.
    “I got wet. And wet isn’t even close to an accurate description. Because I’ve never been wet Jak, I really couldn’t compare it to anything. But if all girls get as wet as you made me, there’s no way they can walk around smiling like they do. You want to know what I did after you left?”
    He smiled and nodded.
    I leaned forward, rested my elbows on the table and my chin against my clenched fists, “I got off my bike, walked back in, and went to the bathroom. I took off my tee shirt and tried to mop up the mess, Jak. My sacred Ramones shirt was covered in pussy juice and I fucking loved it. And, the other day when you pulled me across the couch? That day, Jak? Remember that day?”
    He smiled until his dimples formed. He blinked once as he nodded his head.
    I raised my chin from my hands and pointed my index finger toward my lap, “Soaked. Fucking soaked. And a minute ago? When you pulled that Kung Fu shit in the parking lot? Guess fucking