6. Jenny
Chapter 6
Jenny
T he sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden light as I make my way to the putt-putt course Ethan suggested for our date tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve done something as carefree as this, and the thought of spending the evening with him, laughing and just having fun, fills me with a giddy excitement. The tension of the last few days—the threatening text message, the unsettling fear—fades a little with each step.
When I arrive, Ethan is already waiting for me, leaning against his truck with that easy smile that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. He looks effortlessly handsome in a casual T-shirt and jeans, his eyes lighting up as he spots me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greets me, his voice warm as he steps forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Ready to show me your mini-golf skills?”
I laugh, the sound light and carefree. “You might regret challenging me. I take mini golf very seriously.”
“Oh, I like a challenge,” he replies, his grin widening. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Tiger Woods.”
We grab our putters and colorful golf balls, and Ethan insists on picking the neon pink one for me, which I accept with mock indignation. The course is a mix of kitschy decorations—windmills, loop-de-loops, and a giant pirate ship that serves as the centerpiece. It’s the kind of place that’s meant for pure, unadulterated fun, and I can already feel my spirits lifting.
“So, what’s the wager?” Ethan asks as we approach the first hole, his tone teasing.
“Hmmm,” I muse, pretending to think hard. “How about... loser buys ice cream?”
He grins, nodding. “Deal. But I’m warning you, I don’t plan on losing.”
“Neither do I,” I reply, stepping up to take my first shot.
The ball rolls smoothly along the green, navigating the twists and turns before landing neatly in the hole with a satisfying plunk. I turn to Ethan with a triumphant smile, and he chuckles, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
“Beginner’s luck,” he says, lining up his shot.
“What a shot! Did you see that, Gladys?” an older lady says as she and her three friends stand behind us waiting for their turn on the green.
“Of course I saw it. I’m standing right here, aren’t I?” her friend, Gladys, answers.
The taller of the four reaches us and squeezes Ethan’s bicep, “My, my. Those are some big guns you have there, young man.”
“Florence! You can’t go fondling strangers.” The lady that pulls Florence’s hand away from Ethan says, “You’ll have to excuse her. She’s demented.”
“I’m not demented! I appreciate good art. And that,” she points to Ethan, “is good art.”
It takes everything I have not to burst my gut laughing at the look on Ethan’s face as he blushes. He’s trying to be respectful and polite, but these four ladies are a riot.
“Okay, time to go. You don’t mind if we play through, do you?” the heavier one says but doesn’t wait for an answer. She puts her neon green ball down and swings her putter like she’s playing baseball.
“Next! I got a hole in one.” She marks it on her scorecard.
“Did not! You’re cheating.” Gladys yells as she does the same thing.
Ethan and I let them play through, although I’m pretty sure we didn’t have a choice, as we watch the four of them argue as they all take a turn and mark themselves down each as having a hole in one. I want to be them when I’m their age.
Once the older ladies play through, we make our way around the course, the competition heats up, both of us determined to outdo the other. Ethan is good—really good—but I manage to hold my own, surprising even myself. With each swing of the putter, with every laugh and playful jab, I feel the weight of the last few days lift a little more.
By the time we reach the final hole, the score is tied, and the tension between us is thick with anticipation. Ethan steps up to take his shot, his eyes focused and serious, but there’s a playful glint in them that makes my heart flutter.
“Last chance to back out,” he teases, glancing over his shoulder at me.
“Not a chance,” I reply, crossing my arms with a grin. “Show me what you’ve got, Navy boy.”
He chuckles, turning back to the course. His shot is nearly perfect, the ball rolling smoothly toward the cup, but at the last second, it veers slightly off course, stopping just shy of the hole.
“Close, but no cigar,” I say, stepping up for my turn.
Ethan watches me, his gaze intent, and I can feel the weight of his eyes on me as I line up my shot. My hands tremble slightly—not from nerves, but from the thrill of being so close to him, of knowing that this moment, this connection, is real. I take a deep breath and swing, sending the ball rolling down the green.
It bounces once, twice, and then, with a soft clink, it drops into the hole.
“Yes!” I exclaim, throwing my arms up in victory. “Ice cream is on you!”
Ethan laughs, shaking his head in defeat. “Alright, alright, you win. But I’m still picking the flavor.”
“Fair enough,” I reply, grinning up at him.
He steps closer, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “You’re something else, Jenny.”
My breath catches at the intensity in his gaze. “Is that a good thing?”
“It’s the best thing,” he says, his voice low and full of desire. My body is reacting quickly to it and I need that ice cream as soon as possible to cool me off.
We stand there, the world around us fading away as the air between us fills with an unspoken tension, a pull that I can’t resist. Before I can overthink it, he closes the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s both gentle and full of promise for later.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he admits, his voice a husky whisper.
“I’m glad you finally did,” I reply, my heart racing.
Ethan steps back slightly, his expression turning more serious. “Jenny, there’s something I need to tell you.”
My stomach tightens with anticipation. “What is it?”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. “I know it’s only been a short time, but I can’t ignore what I’m feeling. I’m falling for you, Jennifer Dalton. I don’t want to scare you off, but I need you to know it.”
His words hit me like a wave, powerful and overwhelming in the best possible way. For a moment, I’m speechless, the weight of his confession settling over me. But as I look into his eyes, I realize that I feel the same way.
“I’m falling for you too, Ethan,” I say, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. “I didn’t expect this, but I’m so glad it’s happening.”
The relief and joy on his face make my heart soar. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if he never wants to let go.
“Come on,” he says softly, his lips brushing against my hair. “Let’s get that ice cream so I can get you home.”
We head to a small stand by the entrance, sharing a sundae topped with whipped cream and cherries. The world feels right, like everything has finally fallen into place. We talk about everything and nothing, the conversation easy and full of laughter, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so content.
As the night grows darker, we walk hand in hand back to his truck. The connection between us feels deeper, more real, with every step we take. “I’ll follow you home.” He says and I nod, thankful this evening isn’t over yet.
The moment the door to my apartment closes behind us, the playful atmosphere from earlier shifts into something more intense, more charged. Ethan turns to me, his eyes dark with desire, and before I can say anything, he pulls me into a kiss that’s nothing like the one before—this one is hungry, filled with a need that’s been building between us all night.
I kiss him back with equal fervor, my hands tangling in his hair as he presses me against the wall. The sensation of his body against mine, the heat of his touch, sends a thrill through me that’s impossible to ignore. I’ve never felt anything like this before—this overwhelming need, this intense connection.
Ethan pulls back slightly, his breathing ragged as he looks into my eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “I want this, Ethan. I want you.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. Time has become a blur of heat and passion, of clothes discarded in a trail to the bed, where we finally come together in a way that feels both inevitable and completely overwhelming.
His hands explore my body with a reverence that makes me feel cherished, wanted in a way I’ve never experienced before. Each touch, each kiss, builds the intensity between us until it’s almost too much to bear.
He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, nibbling on it and the jolt of electricity runs straight to my core. “Ethan…” I moan.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. How can I please you.”
“I need you inside of me. Please,” I beg him.
His fingers explore my sex, teasing my clit as he inserts one, then two fingers inside of me. “Like this?” He asks as his eyes stare intensely into mine.
“Yes.” I say breathlessly.
“How about this?” He asks as his thumb flicks my clit a few times and I can’t breathe as my orgasm blows through me like a freight train.
“ETHAN!”
“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” He encourages me, still watching me intensely as I explode.
I grab onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck, “Please, Ethan. I need to feel you.”
He aims his cock at my entrance and with the tip of him ready to impale me, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I breathe out. “Yes, I want you. I want this.” And with that, he enters me with a hard thrust and it’s everything I could hope for and more. His cock is hard and long, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. His pelvic bone hits my clit as he pumps in and out of me, rubbing me and sending more electrical currents through me.
“Fuck, Jenny. You feel so good, so right,” he groans as he starts to slow his pace.
“No, don’t slow down. Please. Faster,” I beg.
“If I don’t, this will be over too soon.” He leans up on both arms as he looks down to me and I can see he’s struggling to contain himself.
“Don’t. Just keep going. I’m so close.”
Ethan’s eyebrows wrinkle together, and he explodes and we finally come together; it’s like everything in the world falls away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other.
We lie tangled in the sheets, our bodies still pressed close as we catch our breath. The room is filled with the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, and the quiet intimacy of the moment is both comforting and profound.
Ethan brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender as he looks down at me. “I love you, Jenny,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.
My heart swells with emotion, and I reach up to cup his face, my thumb brushing gently over his cheek. “I love you too, Ethan,” I whisper, the words coming easily, naturally, as if they’ve been waiting to be spoken all along.
He leans down to kiss me again, slow and sweet, and I know without a doubt that this is where I’m meant to be—right here, in his arms, with the man who’s come into my life and changed everything.