Dylan - December 23 #2
I spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for my date with Liam, making sure I have everything absolutely perfect.
After visiting reception and grabbing some brochures, I’ve organized a special banquet and arranged for it all to be delivered to the Bali Cliff Suite, which is only a short walk away from where we’re staying here at the Great House.
It’s also given me the opportunity to explore these gorgeous surroundings.
The Great House is perched on the highest point of the island, providing a breathtaking panoramic view of the Caribbean, as well as the neighboring islands.
The receptionist told me that they call this place a private paradise, and it’s obvious why.
It’s surrounded by crystal-clear waters, coral reefs, and palm-fringed white sandy beaches.
The Bali Cliff Suite is the island’s most romantic setting, according to the woman at reception.
It features two en-suite bedrooms and perches on the edge of the seventy-four-acre island, surrounding the Caribbean Sea.
I figured, after we enjoyed our meal, we could both spend the night in one of those bedrooms. There’s also a heated pool, which according to Doctor Newman, would be the perfect remedy for my injury.
I take a look at my watch, it’s almost a quarter to five, and I’m expecting Liam to walk through the door at any moment.
I knew the weather was going to be mild during our stay here, and while I didn’t pack any fancy clothing, I was prepared for my date with Liam.
I packed my black jeans, which are torn at the knees, a pale pink button-down shirt, and sliders for my feet.
As if right on cue, I hear the door open and I look up to see Liam walking toward me.
He leans forward, preparing to plant a kiss on my lips but I take a step back, stopping him.
“Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
“Well, I was trying to kiss you,” he replies.
“I’m sorry, but I never kiss on a first date. At least not before dinner,” I tell him.
“Oh, I get it, we’re pretending,” he acknowledges.
“My stuff is in another room so we can get dressed separately. I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes?” I ask.
He looks at me inquisitively and when he realizes that I’m not kidding, he nods in agreement.
“Okay,” he replies, drawing the word out.
With no further warning, I walk out of the room and close the door behind me.
I don’t have to walk far because my belongings are only in the adjacent suite.
I carefully remove the clothes I’m currently wearing, then opting to go commando so as to not put pressure on my wound, I climb into my jeans.
I then shrug into my shirt and do up all the buttons except the top two.
When I’m finished dressing, I move to the bathroom where I splash on some aftershave and squeeze a wad of gel into my palm and work it through my hair with my fingers.
Satisfied with my appearance, I walk back out into the room, sit down on the bed and wait.
By the time I’m due to pick up my date, I’m nervous as fuck.
I know that sounds totally ridiculous, but I’m treating this as if it were a real date, and it terrifies me.
More so because I’ve never been on a proper, real date with anyone before and even though I know Liam, I’m treating this date like a first-time meeting.
I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, then get to my feet and walk out the door and head straight to the next room.
I inhale a deep breath, then exhale and knock on the door.
I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer on the other side of the door, and when the door opens, I find Liam standing on the other side.
He’s wearing a pale blue, button down shirt, white denim jeans which are torn at the thighs and reach down to the top of his ankles, and on his feet, a pair of black, shiny pointed shoes.
Well, damn!
The man is gorgeous, and I notice how his eyes move up and down, clearly checking me out in a way that makes my cock weep, even in its injured state.
“Hi,” he says with a smile.
“Hey,” I reply, almost completely speechless.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
“Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?”
“Because you look like your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.”
“I guess I’m just hypnotized by how hot you look right now,” I tell him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he replies, and I notice him wet his lower lip with his tongue.
“Shall we go?” I ask.
“Lead the way, sir.”
Sir? The way that word rolls off his tongue sounds sexy-as-fuck, and it also puts a dirty image in my mind with another position I’d like to see him screw me. He closes the room to our suite, and inches toward me.
“So, am I allowed to kiss you now, or do I have to—?”
Taking him completely off guard, I lean forward, wrap my hands around his neck and pull his head in for a surprise kiss.
I slide my tongue between his lips, and when it meets his, my entire body collapses and I allow myself to be taken.
I kiss him for a lot longer than I anticipated, but how can I resist him when he’s all sexed up and smells so incredibly delicious.
When our mouths finally part, I grab hold of his hand and lead the way.
While I was getting ready, and thanks to the reception staff, I managed to familiarize myself with the resort a little and learned the route from our room to Bali Cliff Suite.
It’s only a short walk, and when we arrive, we’re greeted by one of the resort staff who has a dishcloth hung over her hand and wearing whiter gloves.
She stretches her hand out, showing us the way to the clifftop balcony where there is a table with two chairs and a bottle of champagne with two glasses.
I let go of Liam’s hand, then as he moves to his seat, I race around him so that I can slide out his chair, and gesture for him to sit down.
“Thank you, kind sir,” he says as I slide his chair in.
I move around to the other side of the table and take my own seat, and the waitress pours us each a drink. I thank her, then she turns and leaves. We each pick up our glass and hold it out in front of us.
“Here’s to … a beautiful holiday guest,” Liam says and I instantly blush.
“Here’s to … making memories,” I tell him.
We clink our glasses together and then take a sip of the champagne. It’s delicious as it oozes down my throat. As I place the glass back on the table, I look up at Liam who also takes another sip.
“So, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I ask.
“You already know the answer to that question,” he replies.
“We’re on a date, remember? I have to act as if I don’t know anything about you.”
“Oh, yes of course, how silly of me. I have a younger brother, Dean. And what about you?” he asks, picking up his glass again, and he brings it to his lips for another sip.
“I have two stepsiblings, Elvis and Isabella.”
“Are you close?”
“Very close,” I tell him. “I guess the other question I should ask is how old you are.”
“Is that going to be a dealbreaker for you?” he inquires.
“No, I’m just curious.”
“I’m forty-five.”
I take another sip of my champagne.
“And what about you?” he questions.
“I’ll be forty at the end of the year. New Year’s Eve, actually.”
“Is that so?” he inquires.
I nod and then take another sip of my champagne. After a few minutes, the waitress returns pushing a cart full of food. She moves it closer to the table and spins it around making it easier to grab items from and after she removes the lids from the cloches she heads back inside.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I ordered everything off the menu,” I say.
“It all looks incredible,” he says.
We make our selection and place the plates on the table, then grabbing my cutlery, I carve into my steak.
As we enjoy our meals, the waitress returns and refills our glasses with more champagne then disappears inside again.
I grab my fork and poke at a piece of steak, then lean across the table with the fork in my hand as Liam opens his mouth and I place the meat between his lips.
His lips bite down on the fork and he slides the piece of meat into his mouth.
He reaches for the Caesar dressing and pours it over his Caesar salad, then pokes at it with his fork and shovels it into his mouth.
I can’t quite explain it, but there’s something incredibly sexy about watching a man eat his meal.
Especially when that man is Liam Samuels.
After finishing my steak, I pierce one of the sausages with my fork.
I bring it to my mouth, and with my eyes locked on Liam’s I slide the piece in and out of my mouth.
I suck on it several times before breaking off the end piece with my teeth, making a point to make a huge show of it.
Liam coughs, almost choking on the piece of food in his mouth and shifts in his chair, then takes a sip of his champagne.
“You fucking tease,” he says.
“Don’t sit there and tell me you didn’t enjoy that little show.”
“That’s beside the point. Let me tell you, Dylan Lewis, the moment the doctor gives your dick a clean bill of health, I’m going to make you pay for that little number.”
Okay, so I guess I was asking for it, but I’m not going to lie, seeing Liam get all worked up and jealous over something that he knows he can’t have right now is totally worth it.
We continue to eat through the rest of dinner with no more sexual antics, and when the waitress returns with a cart full of desserts and sweets, I frown.
I can’t possibly eat anything else without being violently ill.
“Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?” Liam asks, breaking the silence.
“Not really. Unless of course there are things about you that you think I should know,” I reply.
“You know everything else about me. I get that we’re supposed to be on a date, but can’t we just jump and skip this part?”