What's Life Without the Sprinkles?

by Simon, Misty

  ****

  “So, Justin didn’t say much on the car ride over here,” Mona Bradley said as soon as she walked through the door of Claudia’s apartment.

  Claudia had been dreading this, not sure what she was going to hear, or even what the outcome was. She hadn’t been able to get Justin alone after her conversation with Peter because he’d decided to ride home with Grandma and Grandpa and play for a while. She’d used the time to roam around the streets in her car, but it hadn’t improved her mood at all. But those kisses from Nate and the orgasm that had blown her mind had gone a long way toward making her feel like she could float straight up to the sky. She couldn’t think about that now, though, because her mom might catch a hint of what was going on. She couldn’t afford that at the moment.

  After putting down her purse and taking off her light jacket, Mona looked around the living room. She chose a seat on the couch, and Claudia prayed she wasn’t settling in for a long talk. She certainly didn’t want to talk about too much with Nate hovering in her room. There were many things her mother could blurt out that would embarrass the hell out of her. And she didn’t want to give him time to rummage around through her things, if she could help it. She certainly didn’t want him to find her trusty vibrator and know how truly dry her dry spell had been lately.

  Justin had already breezed by, shooting straight for the bathroom. “Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom. Gotta go!”

  Claudia shook her head at the boy’s bladder and said, “What do you mean, you couldn’t get him to say anything?” Really, with Justin, it could be anything or nothing.

  “Well, honey, I don’t know how to tell you this.”

  It occurred to Claudia to let her mom off the hook, but then sometimes life’s little joys came from putting your parents in uncomfortable positions. She was perverse like that. Plus, if it was something else, she wanted to hear all about it. “You can tell me anything. What did he do now?”

  “Do?” Mona’s clear brow wrinkled. “Oh, he didn’t do anything.”

  “For once?”

  Mona laughed. “Yeah, for once, he was actually quite the ideal grandchild for a whole afternoon. I was surprised myself. But what happened earlier at May’s lunch could account for that model behavior.”

  So it was Peter. Claudia sat down to hear exactly what had happened. She didn’t know if she could take it standing up. “Did he say anything at all? I couldn’t corner him after he met Peter, no matter how much I tried.”

  “Did you talk to him before the lunch at all? Prepare him for what it was going to be like to meet his father when he can’t even remember him?”

  And just like that, Claudia was thrown on the defensive. Something about her mom’s tone didn’t sit right with her. “I found out only a few days ago from May that Peter had come home to help out with his father for a short time.”

  Mona twitched on the couch, facing Claudia head on. “I don’t know what you had expected, but we probably shouldn’t have gone there. He hardly had anything to say to the poor boy. Even the few words he spoke were vague enough to be from a complete stranger. I probably iced half of the food May laid out while I stared him down.”

  “Oh, Mom. He is a complete stranger.”

  “Don’t ‘oh, Mom’ me. A body has a right to absolutely loathe the boy who left you. And you don’t seem too worried about it.” Her mom stared at her over the tops of her glasses and looked none too happy. “You seem pretty nonchalant, actually, for how much you used to curse him to hell and back.”

  “Mom! Let’s not talk about that right now. I don’t want Justin to overhear us bashing his biological father.” Not to mention having Nate in her bedroom. If he’d left the door ajar and listened hard, he could probably overhear every single word.

  “Justin said he was going to go straight to his room after the bathroom because he had a project to work on. I told him to go for it, since I didn’t want him to hear you swearing if you were so inclined.” She cocked an eyebrow and tapped a finger on the arm of the couch. “In fact, you don’t look like you’re going to bust a gasket at all. You look fine with my little revelation. Why is that?”

  “Peter says he wants to help me out, pay child support, or do anything he can to make up for leaving us and continuing with his life as if nothing happened.”

  “No!”

  “Yes!” Claudia was mocking her mom and got swatted on the arm for her impertinence.

  “I can’t believe he’s still alive after you got through with him. Did he try to sway you at all?”

  Man, she must have really been carrying around a grudge if so many people thought she should have taken him apart limb by limb because he was breathing the Pennsylvania air again. “He did try to talk to me—”

  “And you cut him down with your razor tongue?”

  “Now you sound just like Zoe.” The women of her family were bloodthirsty. “No, I did nothing of the sort. Actually, he apologized for the way he acted when I told him I was pregnant, and for not being here for Justin and me when we were younger.”

  “And you believed that tripe?”

  “Oh, Mom,” Claudia said again and sighed. She leaned back in her chair. “I have to say, it soothed my ego to finally have him apologize. But do I believe him?” She sighed again and moved her hair off her forehead. “I think it’s convenient for him to look back and regret it. But I doubt it will change anything at all.”

  “Just as long as you don’t fall for it—and for him—again, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Mona peeked around the corner. “Since Justin’s still in the bathroom, I guess now is a good time to tell you he has something different to talk with you about.”

  “What now? I don’t know if I can handle any more.”

  “Oh, it’s nothing bad. But I think you might need Nate for it.”

  Yeah, she needed Nate for quite a few things lately. Knowing he was most likely sitting on the edge of her bed right now shot a thrill straight to her core. But she couldn’t show her mom.

  And whatever it was with Justin, she would handle it, just like she handled everything else.

  Chapter Eight

  Nate was indeed sitting on the edge of Claudia’s bed. He tried not to slide off the slippery satin bedspread, and tried not to think about everything his traitorous body had wanted to do with Claudia not twenty minutes ago. To say it was weird to think about getting Claudia naked in here—or anywhere, for that matter—was a gross understatement. Sure, once or twice, years ago, he’d thought about trying to take her out, date her. And his mom, for as much as she moved outside of herself every once in a while in the intervening years, would make comments about him just finally marrying Claudia and making the boy his own. But he’d never really considered anything of the sort himself since she’d gotten pregnant.

  He’d been there for her when that rat bastard Peter had left her alone at three months pregnant. He’d been outside the delivery room, where he’d had to shut his ears to Claudia’s snarling and yelling while giving birth to Justin. And yeah, he loved the ten-year-old who brightened his day and his life. But Nate had always thought of himself as a fond uncle. He didn’t know whether he ever wanted to be a dad, much less be responsible for a wife with a child born from someone else.

  Not that he wouldn’t. But it was a big step away from the single, total-bachelor life Nate had enjoyed for himself all these years and envisioned continuing indefinitely. He chased after some women, dated, satisfied his urges and theirs. But he never really gave himself to any of them. He didn’t know if he ever could. And until that episode out in the living room, the way Claudia had come apart in his arms, the episode he was still trying to calm his hormones after, he hadn’t thought that was a problem. Now his head was filled with turmoil and his heart didn’t know what he should do.

  And if Claudia didn’t get rid of her mom soon and rescue him from this very feminine room where he couldn’t stop thinking about the bed under him, he might go stark raving mad.

  It was uncanny the way things
happened in his life. Just as he was about to start poking through things in this room where he’d never before entered, Claudia showed up in the doorway with her finger to her closed mouth.

  “Come on out,” she whispered through lips no longer swollen.

  He followed her out, slightly wistful for what he could have done to her on that bed. But he was still having a difficult time thinking of it being Claudia under him. Claudia! His best friend. Too weird.

  He continued following her out to the deck she’d had built onto the back of the house, above the back door to the store. Big buckets of flowers lined the corners of the structure, filling the air with a sweet fragrance that matched whatever she was wearing tonight on her soft skin. Tiny twinkling lights wrapped around the railing, giving off soft light that spilled over the half-closed blooms. A little patio table with four chairs dominated the small space, with a fat candle squatting in the middle of the tabletop.

  She grabbed a lighter from a box near the door and lit the wick, then took a seat at the table, gesturing for him to take the seat next to her. He chose the one across from her instead, thinking it would better if she wasn’t in touching distance while they discussed whatever she had on her mind.

  She pouted. There was no other word for the expression on her face, but it was one he didn’t think he’d ever seen on her before.

  “You don’t want to sit next to me? I won’t bite unless you ask. Nicely.”

  His brain shorted out. Claudia, his best friend, was offering to bite him? He cleared his throat and tried to get his brain back online. Christ. This was not easy. It was going to take a little time to readjust his thinking. In the meantime he readjusted his pants and the way he was sitting to relieve a little of the tension swelling down there.

  “I’m just going to sit over here.” He cleared his throat, again, thankful that at least his mouth was working the right way.

  “Are you sure?” She batted her lashes at him and a flash of memory hit him in the gut. He’d offered her first aid for her eye just the other day for that. Had she been trying to flirt with him then? Oh, man, that must have crushed her. Should he apologize?

  But before he could make a decision, she went on, oblivious to his turmoil.

  “I just told Justin to clean up his room before dinner, so we have about ten minutes to talk.” She sat back in her cushioned chair and crossed her arms under her rather impressive chest. The nipple he’d licked and sucked seemed to call to him even from across the distance.

  But, God, did that make him feel lower than dirt to even be thinking about her boobs. This was not going to work. It was just too weird for words. “What is going on?”

  It was a pretty blunt question, but Claudia stepped up to the plate without a single hesitation. “I want icing.”

  What? He breathed in through his nose and tried to let the flowers around him calm him. It didn’t work, nor did it make anything make any more sense. “So go down to the grocery store and buy yourself a can. It’s like two bucks or something. I’ll give you the money.”

  She laughed, throwing her head back. The twinkling lights picked up the glow of her skin. His mouth watered, against his better judgment.

  “Not that kind of icing. And actually, I just want some cake. I’ve decided to start eating cake again instead of stale cookies. And you are definitely the person I want to give it to me.”

  This was not making one whit of sense to him. Had she gone off the deep end after seeing Peter and didn’t know it? And the way she’d worded the thing about him giving it to her made him think she was on the verge of something he might not approve of at all.

  And then she proceeded to blow him away. And not in a good way.

  “I want icing in my life. I want the sparks. I want to be able to wear high heels and feel like a woman. I don’t want to have to follow a schedule or wait to be talked to. I don’t want to be talked down to or told that my cake business is a hobby I have to give up when I get shackled to a short, toupee-wearing idiot.”

  Her eyes were bright and her hair nearly wild. But now he finally understood what was behind all this. Kind of. But what did it have to do with him?

  “So you want icing? Or cake? Or both? What?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his own chair. And what exactly did that have to do with kissing him, coming for him while she called his name? All things he was raring to do again, but shouldn’t be. Damn. This could be interesting.

  She began drawing invisible pictures on the table with her fingertip. He could almost feel it on his skin.

  “I just want some cake in my life. I think I rate some cake in my life. I don’t need the whole enchilada, with the icing and the sparks and the undying love, but I would like some sparks, some heat, some good sex.” She fisted her hand at her chest and he knew she meant business.

  “And I fit into all this how?”

  Her smile was the closest thing to predatory he’d ever seen outside the big cat display at the zoo. “Why, you’re going to be the cake, and from what we did less than half an hour ago, I’d say you’re going to like it.”

  ****

  “I can call Nate, honey, but I’m pretty sure that’s the night he’s out of town for business,” Claudia said that evening as she arranged on a roll some of the lunchmeat May had sent home with her and slathered the mayonnaise on thick like Justin liked it. The boy was really into his condiments. The idea of a girls’ night had been a good one earlier in the day, but both May and Zoe had ended up having to call off. Zoe had forgotten she had a date, and May had said later would be a better time. Claudia tried not to feel blown off, but it was a close thing.

  “We should have asked him while he was here earlier,” she said now. Not that she could have remembered in the afterglow of that orgasm.

  “I want him to go.”

  “And I’m sure he wants to go, but there’s no guarantee he can. He does have a life of his own, you know.” Claudia rubbed the base of her skull and moved to put everything back in the refrigerator. She’d lost her appetite about the time Justin had asked, right after Nate had driven off, if Nate could please take him to the annual father-son dinner. Every year she’d been his substitute dad, but apparently that wasn’t going to work this year.

  She understood. She did. And tried not to make it about her or her simple lack of a penis when that had been okay for the last five years. But it did still hurt. Just a little.

  “Well, can we call him? I want to ask him before he makes a date with some girl or something.”

  Claudia’s heart clenched. Justin had walked out to the deck right after she made her announcement to Nate that he was going to be her cake. He hadn’t said anything after that to her, as Justin had started yammering. Then Nate left, saying nothing other than goodbye as he walked out the door without looking her in the eye.

  Had she miscalculated? She probably should have asked him if he was dating someone before she started batting her eyelashes at him and kissing him, letting him take her straight to the moon and back. But they’d never really shared much about their love lives with one another. They could, and did, talk about nearly everything else, but that was one subject they each seemed to keep to themselves.

  “I’ll go call him,” she said, when she realized she’d taken too long to answer and Justin was staring at her as if she had three heads. “You get your shower and then bring your homework out.”

  Picking up the phone from the kitchen, she hesitated over the keypad. She felt almost weird calling the man she’d talked to every day for years. She needed to get over this and figure out if she should do a full frontal assault again or look for her cake elsewhere.

  The phone rang four times, and she was about to click the End button when he picked up.

  “Hello?”

  Her breath became shorter, hearing his rumbly voice across the line. Her palms were sweating, and she wondered briefly if she was in the middle of a panic attack.

  “Hello? Is anyone there, or wer
e you just planning on heavy breathing in my ear?”

  Her heart fluttered damn near out of her chest.

  “Last chance, sick puppy. I can hear you breathing, so unless you have something to say, I’m hanging up.”

  And then all she heard was a click as the line went dead. She’d never been more thankful Nate was one of the few holdouts on Caller ID. At least she didn’t run the risk of him knowing it had been her.

  Now all she had to decide was whether to call him back right away and pretend nothing had happened, or to wait a little bit, make sure Justin was starting his bath, then call and act as if nothing happened. She opted for number one, since it would mean getting the whole thing out of the way. And she wasn’t much of a procrastinator.

  Plus, she could hear the shower running down the hall, and Justin would yell if she walked in now and saw him naked. Boys—kids, for that matter. It wasn’t like he had anything she hadn’t seen before. Hell, she used to wipe his little butt for him for almost three full years.

  And now she was procrastinating, again. She pressed the Talk button and then Redial. Putting the phone up to her ear, she waited for the ringing to start and mentally rehearsed what she would say to Nate.

  But no ringing sounded in her ear. The only thing she heard was Nate’s deep voice saying, “Well, hello, Claudia, were you planning on talking to me this time or am I in for a little more heavy breathing?”

  Claudia couldn’t help the nervous laughter that burbled out of her throat. So much for staying anonymous. The luxury had been taken right out of her hands. “Hey, Nate. Um, no, no more heavy breathing. Sorry about that the first time, I was trying to listen for Justin getting in the shower and got distracted before you answered the phone.”

  “Sounds kind of like a load of crap.” The smile in his voice was evident.

  Yeah, the excuse sounded lame to her, too, but she wasn’t going to explain herself further or even discuss that subject again. Ever, if she could help it. “Anyway, Justin has a father-son dinner coming up on Friday night that he wanted you to go to with him, and I was wondering if you were available.” She worked hard to restrain her imagination as to what she would like him to be available for.