Chapter Twenty-Three
Dani
THIS MAN HAS LICKED, SUCKED, AND FUCKED EVERY crevice of my body, yet I’m nervous for a date.
I change my sweater for the third time before throwing on a pair of chunky heels and calling it a day.
“Okay, deep breaths, bitch. It’s just a little date,” I mumble to myself. I’m trying not to say It’s okay, it’s fine, everything’s fine quite as often. I don’t know if I’ve found a suitable replacement yet, but the breathing exercises seem to offer a modicum of relief.
I grab the stupid ass red carnations off my table on the way out the door.
Micah fans himself and gushes as he opens the door. “Ooh, you came all the way to my door to pick me up. This date is starting off great.”
“You’re incredibly annoying,” I say with a roll of my eyes as I reveal the bouquet of red carnations hidden behind my back.
If you’ve ever seen a grown six-foot-seven man hold a bouquet of flowers up to his nose to inhale, then you know it’s sickeningly adorable.
“I could be a lot worse, trust me. Come in real quick. I wanna put these in some water.”
In his kitchen, he has a vase waiting, like he knew I’d bring his ass flowers. I can’t stand him.
He walks behind the counter and pulls out a bouquet of gorgeous pink and orange tulips, along with a second vase. “And these are for you.”
Okay, I can stand him a little bit.
“Thank you.” I watch him closely as he trims the stems. He looks good, really good. The hunter green button-up against his deeply melanated skin looks downright regal. I’d love to see the gold chain against his bare chest as it dangles above my face.
“Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” he asks as he strolls over to me.
“I don’t recall you mentioning that, no.”
He cups his hand around the back of my neck. “Allow me to rectify that, then. You look incredible.” He places a tender kiss at the base of my throat, making it hard to catch my breath. “You smell incredible, too.” Another kiss on the other side of my throat.
“Change of plans, we’re staying in.”
He shakes his head, licking a small path up the front of my neck. “I wanna be wined and dined tonight, Storm. Maybe then I’ll show you what you do to me.”
A frustrated groan rumbles deep within my chest. “Well, let’s go then, tease.”
He smiles as he reaches back to swipe his keys off their hook.
“What you grabbing your keys for? If I’m wining and dining, then you’re passenger princess.”
“You know, I might be into you bossing me around a lil bit.”
I move his hand off my throat to wrap my hand around his and lean up to whisper in his ear. “Get in the fucking car.”
He leans away with a glimmer in his eye. “Oh yeah, I like that shit.”
Why is this man good at everything?
I bring him to Topgolf, thinking it’d be something cute, but he’s about to be whisked away on the PGA Tour.
He drops his head onto my shoulder. “Ohh, don’t look like that. You’re doing great!”
I look over to the scoreboard, then back to him. “I’m doing well, but I’m nowhere near beating you, and I don’t like that.”
“I’m so sorry to let you down.”
Mushing his face with my palm, I walk over to grab my club and take my turn.
I know I must look dumb as hell up here, but I find myself not caring.
My swings are wild and ridiculous, usually missing the ball entirely at least once before finally connecting.
It’s fun. I’m having fun. With Micah. And for no other reason than I want to.
I’d forgotten how nice it is to just be with him.
Time and hurt can take a heavy toll on your good memories.
As I’m taking my next swing, I catch sight of another round of drinks being dropped off at our table. I sashay over to Micah and fall into his lap.
“Are you having fun?” he asks as he wraps his arms around my waist.
I bite my bottom lip. “I really am. You’re not a bad date.”
“You really have a way with words,” he chuckles.
“I know, I won a poetry contest at school when I was in fourth grade.”
“Forreal?”
“Yeah. If I remember correctly, it was a poem about friendship.”
He tilts his head, impressed. “Okay, Color of Friendship head ass. You’re full of surprises, Dani Jenkins.”
“Gotta keep you on your toes.” I kick my legs in the air and then take another sip of my drink. “It’s your turn, by the way.”
“I know. But I really like the position I’m in right now.”
I grind my ass down onto his lap and he grips my hip.
“Storm, if you think I won’t spread you open on this table so everyone can watch me take care of that perfect little pussy of yours, you’re sorely mistaken.”
I clear my throat and jump up from his lap. I’m not about to fuck around and find out. “My God, today, please, go take your turn.” I point in the direction of the bay.
He slides his hands down the front of his pants as he stands. “Maybe on the second date, then.”
After our first game finishes, we still have time left on our reservation, so we decide to make things a little more interesting.
“Truth or dare, Storm,” Micah asks as he sends the ball flying.
“You don’t even know if it’s gonna land in the right spot.”
“I do know because I haven’t missed yet.” He holds his hand over his eyebrows dramatically as we watch the ball land in the right target.
Son of a bitch.
We’ve been playing truth or dare, but we can ask only if we hit our ball in the target the other person picks. Micah has been wiping the floor with my ass. You’d think he’d take pity on me and miss at least one, but no.
“Ugh, fine. Dare.”
He taps his finger against his chin. “I dare you to let me post any picture I want on your story with no context. And you can’t delete it—you have to let it run for the full twenty-four hours.”
Oof. My hand twitches in my back pocket and I stomp my foot when I realize I probably won’t get very far if I run.
I hand him my phone. So far during this little game, I’ve had to call Victor and pay him a random compliment and I’ve had to start talking to our server in a British accent.
Now who knows what he’s going to post on my social media for the world to see.
He disappears with my phone and when he comes back, he hands it back to me silently. What the hell did he do?
“Should I even bother looking?”
“Look or don’t look. You can’t take it down either way.”
Oh lord, let me mentally prepare now for all the texts and calls I’m bound to get because of whatever foolishness he’s posted. I navigate to my socials and bust out laughing when I see what he posted.
He apparently went into the bathroom and took a selfie, but the top half of his face is cropped out and it says, “Before I get attached, does this belong to anybody?”
“Have you lost your mind?” I ask.
“That is quite possible.”
“And who says I’m gonna get attached to you?” As if I’m not already.
“That is the hope,” he says as he winks.
“I’m so over you. Move over.” I bump him with my hip so I can take my turn.
Thankfully, it lands where it needs to, so I get to ask him to make a choice now.
“Hmm. I will take truth.”
“Boring.” I yawn.
“Oh, peer pressure won’t work on me, sweets.”
“Fine. Why do you think we keep finding our way back into each other’s lives?
” Something keeps pulling us together despite my best efforts.
It’s no coincidence that he and I would have the same mentor all those years ago.
That we would bump into each other at a random New York club years later.
That years after that, our friends would start dating and force us back into each other’s orbit.
“Easy. I told you before I believe we’re inevitable.”
That he did. When he chased me down as I tried to sneak out of his gallery opening, he tried to tell me that. I didn’t want to hear it then. I’m inclined to believe it now.
“You really believe that?” And if that’s true, why the hell has it been so hard?
“I believe in that more than I believe in the stars in the sky.”
I don’t know what to say. Could I believe in us that strongly one day?
We stare into each other’s eyes and the only thing I can think to do when the server walks by is ask for the check. Date night is officially over; I’m ready to have Micah between my legs.
When the server drops off our check, I see that it’s not a check at all. It’s a receipt. Because the bill has already been paid.
I squint to make sure I’m seeing this right and then over to Micah. “You paid already?”
“Absolutely. You didn’t actually think I’d let you pay, did you?”
“Yes. That’s part of the whole wining-and-dining thing.”
He stands and holds out his hand for me to grab. “And I hear you. But I have my limits.”
I take his hand, but when he moves, I don’t move with him. I hold firm in place until he turns back to me. He lets me pull him in close so I can whisper to him. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”
His wicked grin sends chills straight to my pussy. “I’m looking forward to it.”
When we get back to Micah’s, I use his body to slam the door shut. He leans back against the door and lifts my thigh into his hand, his other hand grasping the back of my neck.
“I had a nice time tonight, Storm,” he says between kisses.
“I’m glad. But I’m mad at you.” I’m absolutely not mad, but I enjoy the growl that rumbles from deep in his chest when I say it.
“Mad at me, huh? How can I make it up to you?”
I press my hand into his chest and free myself from his grasp. I turn away from him, but when I hear him follow me, I whip back around. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
He licks his lips, motioning for me to carry on.
Swishing my hips, I make my way to his couch.
I make a show of stripping off every article of clothing except my panties.
When I sink down onto the cushions, I lift one leg over the armrest and pull my panties to the side.
“You wanna know how you can make it up to me? You can be a good boy and make me come.”
He starts to stalk over to me, but I once again lift up my hand to stop him. “Uh-uh. Crawl to me.”
His responding laugh is quiet, almost foreboding. When he’s in control again, he will make me pay for this, and I’m looking forward to that.
Slowly, he sinks to his knees and locks his eyes with mine. He lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. He looks like an animal stalking its prey as he makes his way over. My pussy clenches with anticipation.
Once he’s eye level with my pussy, he looks up to me for permission.
“What are you waiting for? Show me what a good boy you can be.”
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me down so my ass hangs off the couch. He tosses my legs in the air and lays his tongue flat against my center.
“Oh my God,” I cry out.
He moves his hands under my ass so he can lift my hips up in the air. The sound of fabric ripping brings my soul back down to its body in time to see the scraps of my panties float to the floor.
When I meet his eyes, there’s not an ounce of remorse. His only concern is the sounds I make as he wrings every drop of pleasure from my body.
He latches onto my clit and uses one of his hands to trace the rim of my ass. When his thumb dips into my puckered hole, my entire body screams.
It’s so good. It’s too fucking good.
I don’t even have a chance to tell him I’m going to come before I’m coating his face with my release. He swallows me down like I’m the best drink he’s had in a long time and he can’t get enough.
“Jesus, you are definitely a good boy,” I sigh.
“Nah, fuck that. I wanna be the best.” He scoops me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom.
He throws me onto the bed, but I scramble to my knees before he follows me down. “I didn’t give you permission to take control, did I?”
He growls his displeasure. “No, you didn’t.”
“No, what?” I climb from the bed, eyes glued to him as I strut around until we’re face-to-face with his back toward the bed.
He licks his lips as he takes in my naked form, my inner thighs glistening with my own release. “No, ma’am.”
I tap his nose, laughing when he blinks in surprise. “Good boy. Take off your pants.”
He pulls down his pants, stepping out of them with no issue. When I lift my eyebrow, he rushes to ditch the briefs as well.
“You really are good at following directions.”
“For you? Always.”
“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” I grab his wrist and yank him toward me, turning our bodies in the opposite direction. “Now get on the floor,” I say as I give him a slight push.
He lets me move him as he falls to his butt. “How can I serve you now, Storm?”
I like the sound of that. I disappear into his bathroom for condoms and come back to find him perfectly still, waiting for my next instruction.
I walk behind him and lean over his shoulder until I can grab his dick. Slowly, I slide the condom down his form as I suck his earlobe. He grunts and I smile with his ear between my teeth when I see his fists clenching by his sides.
“You still wanna serve me, Moonchaser?”
He nods profusely as his gaze tracks my movements until I’m standing over him. “Till I take my last breath.”
There’s a pang in my heart at those words, which I fight to ignore.
No more teasing. As I sink onto his lap, he holds his dick up to my entrance so I can slide down effortlessly.
Careful not to sit on his ankles with his legs crossed, I wrap my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, loving how stretched I feel.
“Fuck, don’t move yet. Please,” he begs.
“What’s the matter, Micah. Is it too much?” I whisper in his ear.
He rolls his neck and hugs me tight to his chest. “Never.”
“Then stay still.” I grind my body into his as he matches my rhythm.
We share soft kisses and promises as our bodies become one.