Charlotte Chronicles – Chapter Thirty

November 6, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles, Uncategorized  | (0)

Nathan

“Are you nervous?”

I don’t answer her because the question doesn’t require one. She knows exactly how I’m feeling.

“Why are we flying commercial again?” I ignore the flight attendant who keeps staring at me as I stand in the aisle next to our seats. Charlotte has taken the first class seat next to the window but I’m not sitting until I absolutely have to. Given that the coach class has a separate entrance and I’m not blocking incoming foot traffic, there’s no reason I have to sit down until the door closes.

“I’m surprised you even asked that. I always fly commercial. How do you fly?” Charlotte is absently flipping through the airline magazine which is advertising mini mansions for pets and a pillow that doubles as a remote control. Essentially weird, needless shit which I suppose is exactly what you’d buy on a commercial flight. Out the window I could see the baggage handlers arriving with our carts of luggage.

“I can’t remember the last time I flew on a public transportation. Usually I can catch a ride on a military transport to just about any place I need to go. And the few times I haven’t, I just chartered a plane.”

“Why, Nathan, you’re kind of the snob.” Her lips purse together hard as she suppresses a laugh.

“Sure laugh at me. Next time you’re not so hot to do something, I’m going to cackle like an old man.”

“Sir, do you need something?” asks the flight attendant. Her tight smile is about as successful at hiding her annoyance as Charlotte is about hiding her perverse pleasure in my anxiety.

“Scotch, please.” I tack on the courtesy so I don’t go over the line from irritating to insufferable.

“We have don’t have any actual Scotch but we do have an assortment of whiskys.”

“What kind?”

“Dewar’s, Canadian, and Jack Daniels.” She recites.

I try to prevent it but my lip curls in disgust. Charlotte flicks her eyes in warning which I translated to mean don’t get difficult about the poor ass selection of liquor offerings on this plane.

“Jack, neat,” I sigh and take my seat.

“Anything for you miss?” She asks Charlotte.

“I’ll have a Mimosa, thank you.” As the flight attendant leaves to prepare our drinks, Charlotte turns to me. “For all your Spartan living, you certainly have not forsaken all your expensive tastes. I saw that bottle of aged bourbon in your cabinet. Do your teammates know what their drinking?”

I stretch out my arms and legs, not to loosen my limbs but take a measurement of the interior space. It’s cramped, even up here. I concentrate on taking measured, even breaths. “No. They only know I serve the best booze on the team. Most these guys wouldn’t know the difference between whisky or bourbon. What matters to them is that it tastes good and goes down smooth.That the burn is something to savor rather than endure.” As I inhale, a faint floral scent fills my lungs. I lean over and murmur into her pink shell ear. “ Kind of like when I’m taking you.”

She flushes lightly and licks her lips knowing exactly what I’m talking about. The past few nights we’ve enjoyed marathon love making sessions. About the third time, she’s tender and swollen and despite having jacked into her multiple times, very tight. I have to work my way into her cunt. Thinking about her slick, snug walls takes my mind off this tin can and it’s unknown pilot.

“I know something that would distract me,” I say huskily. I slip a hand behind her neck and with slow and deliberate pressure, I compel her toward me. Her eyelids begin to fall as if the sexual intent in my eyes is too much for her to look at. Our mouths are a scant inch apart when discreet cough from the aisle causes Charlotte to jerk back.

“Here’s your drink, ma’am.” The stewardess stretches across me to hand Charlotte a champagne flute and then takes the shorter glass off her tray for me.

“Thank you,” I mumble. The ice cubes clink against the side of the glass. Did I ask for ice cubes? I hadn’t meant to. I swallow the entire contents down and suck one ice cube into my mouth. The interruption irritates me. Just another reason why we should be flying in a private plane. I could have Charlotte in my lap my fingers in her jeans and my mouth in her tongue without any coughing flight attendants.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not going to happen,” Charlotte says and starts thumbing through the magazine again.

“The bathrooms are too damn small anyway,” I grumpily respond as the doors close. The sense of suffocation hits me again and I dig my fingers into the metal ends of our seats. I need about four more drinks. Maybe she should just bring me the bottle.

“You do dangerous things all of the time. Your job is literally risking your life on a daily basis. You jump out of airplanes and helicopters. You swim across the ocean. You go into situations where people are shooting at you but you’re a nervous flier?” Charlotte asks incredulously.

“The people who fly me are highly trained professionals. I have no idea about the people flying this plane. They could be former Air Force people or they could be guys who learned to fly on puddle jumpers.”

She coughs into her hand, makes a strangled noise and then bursts out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I snap.

“You! Big bad Nathan Jackson is afraid of flying. You’re so invincible. It’s nice to see you have vulnerabilities.”

“Thanks,” I say sourly and I can feel my own cheeks heat up.

Still laughing, she reaches over the wide console and places her soft hand on my cheek. With a light tug on my t-shirt, she pulls me down to place a warm kiss against my lips.

And she doesn’t stop.

And since she doesn’t care what anyone else around us thinks neither do I. With her lips on mine, it really doesn’t matter who’s flying the plane. It could be a monkey. The rest of the flight goes by fine after she orders me another drink and forces dramamine down my throat.

•••

Nick picks us up at the airport. After a moment of hesitation, he grabs me close for a bear hug. All’s forgiven.

“Good to see you shorty.” He gives me two back breaking thumps before releasing me. Turning to Charlotte, he lifts her up and swings her around. “I don’t know why you’d ever want to marry this ugly motherfucker,” he says as he sets her down and then slings her carry on over his shoulder. “I’m taller, better looking and more successful.”

“It’s hardship,” she says. “I view it as my act of ongoing charity. When I get to heaven and ask what I did to deserve entrance, I’ll point to Nate’s picture and say that I had to sleep next to that face for decades.”

“You’re a good, giving woman, Charlotte and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Shaking my head, I grab my own bag and walk ahead of them as they continue to mock me in good humor.

“How was practice?” she asks.

“Good. I like the rookies. There is one wide receiver particular who could be a great addition and maybe even start. Have you picked out a bridesmaid’s dress for me? I’m assuming I’ll be your maid of honor. Remember that yellow is not my color.”

“Haven’t really thought about it,” she admits.

“Really what have you been doing?”

She laughs smugly. “If I have to explain to what I was busy doing then I finally understand why you’re prone to one night stands.”

“Charlie, most women can’t handle more than one night with me. If they spend more than twenty-four hours in my presence, every other man in the world is ruined for them. It’s bad enough that I’m giving them a glimpse of heaven during our one night. To subject them to that pleasure repeatedly and then take it away is just too cruel.”

“I guess we all have our crosses to bear,” she replies with stifled laughter.

“So does this mean I’m an uncle yet?”

“Unless you have a sister we don’t know about who’s having a baby, then no. We’re not ready for that.”

I’m glad I’m front of them so Charlotte doesn’t see my expression of surprise. I shouldn’t be surprised. There’s no reason for us to have kids now. We’re both young and we’ve just reconnected. We have a lot of issues to work out like where we are going to live and what we’re going to do with our careers.

But the idea of her heavy with my kid? Pretty damn exciting. And there’s this sense of permanency. If we had children, she’d never leave. It’s pure stupidity but there’s this niggling sense of ease that I want to eradicate. Pumping her fill of my seed and seeing her around with my child is one way my hindbrain can deal with the unsettling feeling but even I know that’s no reason to start a family.

“You bringing Nate to meet the guys at the bar tonight?”

“Yes but I need to talk to Lainey and Rese first,” she says a lot cautiously.

Nick makes a strangled sound that causes me to turn around. “What’s that about?”

“Let’s just say you don’t have a real fan base here in Dallas,” Nick explains. “Except for me of course but those other friends of Charlie’s don’t know you like I do.”

•••

Despite the dire warning of Nick, Charlotte’s friends could not have been more welcoming. When we arrive at the bar around dinner time, it’s nearly empty. I can see that any money that has gone into renovating this place has gone into the big screens on the wall. The flours are scarred and the bar top doesn’t look much better. The dark blue walls are lit up with a smattering of neon signs.

Lainey is a dark-haired woman with an abundance of curves. With her large chest and small waist, she brings to mind the old cartoon red-haired rabbit. I recognize Reese immediately. Standing a little under six feet with a strong, runner’s build, his model perfect hair falls artistically around his face. Do I feel better that this guy that even I recognize as attractive is gay? Fuck yes.

“So you’re Charlotte’s Nathan?” Lainey says but the greeting is warm instead of wary.

“I am.” I give her hand a firm shake.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” she says.

“It’s all true —both the good and the bad,” I admit.

She nods her approval. “Aren’t we all made up of good and bad?”

Nick groans. “It’s too early to be philosophical.”

“I didn’t know you read Nick. I thought you only look at books with pictures in them,” Lainey shoots back.

“There are books without pictures in them?” Nick responds.

“Gah,” she throws up her hands. The two continue to bicker throughout dinner which consists of damn good burgers, big fries and several beers. There is clea” rly a history between the two that I’m going to have to know more about.

Shortly after plates are cleared away, Lainey stands. “I’m glad that you’re here. Charlie is glowing so much that I have to leave because I forgot to put my sunscreen on and if I stay any longer, I’m going to get burned.”

“So soon?” Charlotte protests.

“Babysitter,” Lainey says as if the one word explains it all and apparently as the murmurs of sympathy round the table, it does.

“Danny flaked out on you again? I told you not to hire her.” Nick throws down some bills on the table. As he stands, the chair legs scrape across the wood floor.

“What are you talking about? You flirted non stop with her when I was interviewing her.”

“Exactly. Cassidy shouldn’t be watched by some girl who’s got more interest in getting into my jock.”

“So that’s your test? If they want to sleep with you then they’re not worthy to watch Cassidy?”

“That’s right.” He takes her arm and starts pulling her toward the door. “We don’t want Cassidy to grow up to be all about boys. She needs to be an independent woman.”

“Why don’t you just stop showing up for my nanny interviews? Then they won’t have anything to be hungry about,” she retorts but doesn’t pull away.

“I’m going to be around eventually. It’s better to know up front.”

Lainey rubs her forehead as if this is an argument she’s heard before but by now they’re too far away for me to hear her response.

I look at Charlotte. “How long has he been wanting to sleep with her?”

Reese spits out his beer all over the table and Charlotte has to flag down a waitress to come over to clean up the mess.

“Lainey and Nick have a complicated history.”

“That’s an understatement,” Reese snorts.

Ignoring Reese, she continues, “She dated a Mustang while she was waiting tables here and she got pregnant. He accused her of tampering with her birth control and told her that he was not going to support the baby. She hired an attorney to prove paternity because she didn’t have a lot of money, not enough to support a child and herself.”

“The guy turned out to be an asshole?”

“Worse. The Mustang then had a change of heart and said that if she would pursue paternity against him that he would challenge her for custody. And since she was an out of work waitress who slept around the football players, who is the judge going to side with?”

“So what happened?”

“I met her when Nick was drafted. We kind of bonded and we all pitched in to help her and, well, when the bar came up for sale, I bought it to provide her some security. She runs the bar and helps with my business.”

“What’s with her and Nick?”

Reese must have kicked her under the table because she yelps. “Ow.” Frowning at him, she reaches down and rubs her leg. “He’s Nick’s brother and my future husband. I’m not keeping secrets from him.”

“This is Lainey’s secret,” Reese hisses.

“Nate’s not going to say anything to Nick.” She turns to me. “Promise me you won’t say anything to Nick.”

“Charlotte, baby, you know I can’t promise that.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“You will once you know the whole story. Nick sees Lainey and totally falls for her. He pursues her hard during his rookie season. This was before he knew of her circumstances.”

“So where’s the player now?”

Reese gives Charlotte a hard look which she ignores. “He’s the quarterback coach now.”

“I see.” And I do. Nick has to maintain a good relationship with his coach and knowing that the coach dicked over a girl he likes wouldn’t be the way to do that.

“Chip got injured Nick’s rookie year and went from backup to quarterback coach in the matter of a couple years. He comes here regularly, to rub it in Lainey’s face. And we all have to grin and bear it because we don’t need conflict for Nick so he only knows that the father is an asshole and…” her voice trails off.

Reese and I turn to see a tall, blonde headed man heading toward our table. He’s clad in a navy polo and chinos but his coiffed hair has an expensive look to it. By the tightening on Charlotte’s face, this must be Chip.

“Charlie looking gorgeous as ever.” He places a hand on the back of her chair and another on the table in front of her. The cage he creates shuts the rest of the table out and her in. To say this annoys me would be an understatement. But I get the dilemma for Charlotte and Reese. This is Nick’s coach and someone they don’t want to create conflict with for the sake of Nick but they also clearly can’t stand him.

Reese has turned away to stare at a nearby television and Charlotte is suddenly entranced by the napkin in front of her.

Fortunately I can plead ignorance so I stand up and place my hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “Baby, who’s this?”

At the endearment, Chip straightens and offers a big paw of a hand for me to shake. I take it and squeeze it tight. A slight grimace appears but this is a guy who wants to be perceived as invincible so he tries to exert his own power over me. Back when he was lifting and throwing balls all day he might’ve had a chance, but as a coach he’s gone soft. You can see it in the softness of his hands and the slight paunch that he’s trying to hide behind his tucked in polo.

“Chip Peters, this is Nathan Jackson, my fiancé and Nick’s brother.”

“You’re the Navy SEAL?” Chip pales beneath his dark tan.

“The very one,” I give his hand one more bone cracking squeeze and then sit down, drawing my chair close to Charlotte.

Trying hard to hide his pain, Chip folds his bruised fingers in the palm of his other hand. “Nice to meet you. Sorry I can’t stay to chat but I see my group’s waiting for me.”

We watch as he scuttles into a corner booth where two other similarly clad polo wearing dudes are quaffing beers.

“So is Nick wearing her down or is there absolutely no chance?” I ask

“I think as long as she associates Nick with the football team, he’ll never see the inside of her bedroom.”

“What about you Reese?” I turned to her other best friend.

“I’m a man in search the soulmate,” Reese says loftily.

“You ready to leave baby?” I comb my fingers through her soft, fine strands rubbing the back of her head. At the base of her skull, I lightly finger the tip of her shunt draining the excess fluid off the brain. She’s a miracle. I don’t know how I lived without her.

Her head turns toward me and the slumberous need in her eyes tells me the massage isn’t as relaxing as I had intended.

“When do you go in again?” I ask gently with a tap at her neck.

“A couple of days.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Allright.” Her words are slurry, as if she has drunk too much, but she’s not had a sip today. Time to go.

“See you later Reese,” I say without looking at him.

“Yeah, yeah. you guys go on. Just leave me here all by my lonesome.”

“Sorry,” she says as she collects her purse.

“You’re not sorry,” Reese replies.

“You’re right. I’m not sorry but I still love you. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She leans down and gives him a kiss goodbye.

As we step out of the air conditioned bar into the hot dry Texas night, Charlotte clings to my side.

“You worked up baby?” I say bending down so that my mouth is only inches away from her skin.

She breathes out heavily. “You know I am.”

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

“I’m hot,” she says. Her words are barely more than a whisper. “And wet. I want…things.”

The desire in her eyes must be the kind that the sirens direct toward sailors.

I drag her down the side of the building to the darkest corner I can find. Under the eaves of the roof and partially shaded by a push, I push her against the rough brick exterior.

“You need to start wearing skirts,” I mutter as my attempt to find exactly how wet is stymied by the fit of her shorts.

Her face tilts toward mine and I capture her mouth. It tastes of tart sweetness. She curls her hand around my neck to bring me closer and I manage to wiggle two fingers under the tight lace of her panties.

Some exotic and sexy sound vibrates I shallowly fuck her with the tips of my fingers but it’s not enough for either of us.

“Not here,” she moans.

Why not here? my cock says petulantly. As I marshall the last bits of my self control, I pull my fingers out. The honey of her cunt glistens on the ends of my fingers. She stares at me as I suck my digits clean.

“Let’s go then,” I say roughly.

We give the security team in her condo center a show as I devour her in the corner. If she had been wearing a skirt, I’d have been inside her. I content myself with pushing her up against wooden panels and rubbing my erection against her cloth covered sex. She wraps her legs around my waist as I dry hump her, kissing her savagely. If there was sound on the security feed, they would hear her moans, my grunts and the wet smack of our mouths.

She’s rabid for me. Her hands are fused to the side of my head, angling me for better access.Her tongue stabs inside my mouth as if she’s fucking me. Her aggressive desire turns me on even more.

We barely reach her doorway before I’m unzipping her shorts. Her hands are down my jeans and her nails are making tiny divots in my ass. I’m inside her before her panties hit the floor and I’m coming before I’ve thrust into her more than a handful of times.

“I love you so goddamn much, Charlotte,” I say. When I pull out, a flood of come drips down her legs.

“I love you too,” she says. I swing her up and carry her into the bedroom where I spend the next hour making up for my hasty lovemaking at the entrance.