Chapter Nineteen
I’m nervous.
This isn’t the first date that I have ever had, but it is the first date with the guy I have been picturing in my head for years. It feels monumental. Like this will change everything in my life.
I am so ready for it, though. I’m tired of always feeling depressed and wanting to act out to push my feelings away. Ever since I started embracing my feelings, I feel like a whole new person.
I’m not there yet, but I want to be someone my mom would be proud of. With Bullet by my side, I know I will get there.
I look down at my jeans one last time. I would like to wear a dress, but I know we will be on the back of his bike, and while I have been on his bike in skimpy clothes before, it’s best to be as covered as possible.
I know Bullet would never intentionally crash, but other people on the road pay less attention than he does.
Adding the last touch to my outfit, I go to my closet to pull out my leather jacket. I see my mom’s hanging next to mine, making me miss her. It was one of the things she wanted me to have in her will. I touch it briefly before I close the closet door and slide the jacket over my arms.
I head back out to the living room as I hear the roar of the motorcycle. I smile, knowing it’s him. I wait for him to come to the door, which admittedly takes longer than I expect. I’m impatient by the time he lets himself inside.
“What took you so long?” I ask him.
He smirks at me. “Had to give the prospect his orders. He won’t be needed here tonight.”
I raise a brow. “You think you’ll be staying the night? I don’t put out on the first date.”
His smirk grows. “Is this the first date, though? Or the first night of the rest of our lives?”
I swallow hard. When he mentions the future, it makes me salivate. I want it so bad, but I’m also scared to dream of it. What if something happens to him and he is ripped away from me, too?
Pushing the morbid thought from my head, I move toward him, stepping into his arms for a hug. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling my body into his.
“I missed you,” he whispers against the side of my head.
“I missed you too.”
It has only been two days since I’ve seen him, but it feels like a lifetime. I know I need to be on this journey for myself, but having Bullet with me makes it so much easier. He is a comfort that I really need in my life.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I lean back to kiss his lips.
He kisses me back eagerly before he pulls something from under his jacket.
“Put this on. I want you to be safe.”
My heart melts at the pair of riding chaps he has in his hands. They are black with green stitching, the Lotus logo clear on the leg.
“It’s my favorite color,” I mutter.
“Of course it is. Now go put them on. We are going to be late.” He smacks my ass lightly before he pulls away from me.
I quickly pull on the chaps, surprised at how perfectly they fit. When I look at Bullet, all I see is heat in his eyes.
He offers me his hand, which I take without hesitation. He leads me out to his bike, locking the front door as we go. As I put on the helmet, I can’t help but think to myself what it would look like with his name on it, claiming me as his property.
I climb on behind him without a care in the world as to where we are going. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I will be there with him.
As we take off, I don’t miss the way his hand reaches back, grabbing my thigh in that possessive manner that he had before. It makes me feel like I am on top of the clouds. Nothing can touch me up here. It feels so good, in fact, that I start to wish the bike ride would never end.
Unfortunately for me, it does end and way too soon for my liking, but the view makes it almost worth it.
“Lake Mead?” I say as I get off the bike.
“I thought we would have an evening boat ride with a picnic. If that’s okay with you.”
“I see how you are. You didn’t want anyone to see you with me,” I tease.
He turns, pulling me into his chest. “I will load your ass right back onto that bike and drive you right into the middle of the Strip, proclaiming to everyone who will hear who you belong to, if that is what would make you happy, but I know you, Angel. You don’t like crowds or the flashy lights.
You like quiet. Intimate. So I’m giving you what your soul needs to be happy. ”
I’m left speechless because he is right. I wouldn’t mind going on a date in Vegas, but I prefer the slower life in Nye County. It’s why I try to avoid Vegas as much as I can. Too many people, lights, and noise.
I like the quiet.
I lean in and press my lips to his instead of responding. I don’t need to say anything because Bullet knows me. He knows me better than I even know myself, it seems.
That feels good. To know that he will always be there pushing me to be better, but also giving me what I need along the way.
He’s perfect for me. It’s as if he were made for me.
Pulling away, I turn and look at the boats. “So which one is ours, captain?”
He smiles. “Let me show you.”
I follow him like I would follow him into the gates of hell if he asked me to, because there is one thing I’m certain of.
I am in love with him.
She looks beautiful, even in her simple T-shirt that reads “I’m not a bitch, you’re just a crybaby.” The jeans she is wearing should be illegal. The way they cling to her curves has had my mind roaming ever since I picked her up. I couldn’t help but touch her the entire ride here.
It’s like I finally gave myself permission to want her. To touch her. Now the dam has broken free, and I can’t stop myself.
She doesn’t seem to mind as she holds onto my arm as we head down to the docks. I lead her past a few luxurious boats down to my simple one. It’s nothing special, but it will do what we need tonight.
“Wow. It’s pretty,” she mumbles as I help her on board.
It’s a blue and white cabin cruiser that is meant for intimate settings like this or small day trips on the lake. I do make sure it is well taken care of, though. Even if I don’t get to take it out as much as I would want.
“I’m glad you like it. It will be our vessel for the night. I figured you can help me drive it out to the location I have picked out then we can feast under the stars. What do you say?” I ask her, pulling her into me.
She looks up to me with nothing but joy in her eyes. It looks good on her. It’s been a long time since I have seen her look so happy. It fills my chest with pride to know that I am the one who put that look on her face.
“I would love nothing more than to be stuck on a boat with you tonight…Jacob.” She whispers my name after a brief pause, making my heart hammer in my chest.
I like hearing my name on her lips. I hope to hear it a lot more in the coming future.
I lead her to the helm of the ship and give her brief instructions on what I need her to do. Then I untie us from the dock before making my way back to her. With her between my arms, I show her how to maneuver out of the marina and onto the open water of the lake.
I planned it perfectly. The sun is just now setting. Many boaters are coming in for the night. The water is calm and peaceful. It is as if someone up in Heaven is looking down on us and helping us have the perfect first date.
Thank you, Eleanor.
It doesn’t take us long to get to the spot I have picked out. Only about ten minutes or so, but when we get there, you can see the mountains and the sun setting, but no sign of another boat in sight, nor of the city I know we would find if we traveled closer to the Hoover Dam.
I quickly anchor us before I grab the cushions I brought and lay them on the floor. I toss a blanket over top of them before I grab a second blanket to use for us. Then I grab the picnic food and set it out beside the makeshift bed on the deck.
Harlee stares at me in wonder when I’m finished.
“You did all of this for me?”
I smile, pulling her into me. “Angel, this is the bare minimum. I would do so much more for you, but I figured tattooing your name on my body would be a bit much for a first date.”
She laughs, but I mean it. I plan to have her name on my body one day.
“What did you bring?” she asks.
I gesture for her to sit, then take a spot beside her. She looks at the feast I have laid out.
Her favorite chicken salad made fresh with my own two hands using Eleanor’s recipe.
A bowl of blackberries, strawberries, raspberries, and green grapes.
No cantaloupe or melon in sight because I know she hates the taste of them.
She can’t even stand when they touch other fruit, so I made the bowl especially for her rather than buy a premixed bowl.
I bought fresh bread from the market in town so that she could make a sandwich if she wanted, but I also brought her favorite buttery crackers in case she was in the mood to eat it that way.
For sides, I brought macaroni salad, baked kettle chips, and a veggie tray with dip.
For dessert, I took some of the leftover strawberries and dipped them into melted chocolate. I even attempted the drizzle, which looks terrible, but I hope she will recognize the effort.
I even grabbed her favorite zero-sugar water with all the vitamins in it. I took care in every single detail of tonight.
“This is so much. You didn’t have to do all of this.” She looks up at me, her eyes a bit glazed.
“Of course I did. You deserve so much more than this. I hope this will suffice for a first date, at least. I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you truly deserve.”
She leans forward, kissing me. I return her kiss with one of my own, my hand coming up to cup the side of her face. When her hands wind their way around my neck, I press in closer.
I know I should insist we eat, but she has become an addiction for me. I crave the feel of her against me. I’m powerless to stop her when she pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me.
I let my free hand fall to her hip while my other buries itself in her hair. I kiss her with all the passion I have burning inside of me for her. She doesn’t miss a beat, giving it back to me as hard as I am giving it to her.
When she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, and she looks fevered.
“I know this is a first date, but I really want to do something that good girls don’t do on first dates,” she whispers as I sit up and pull her face to mine.
I press a chaste kiss before I answer her. “Then be a bad girl. I don’t mind punishing you for it later.”
She moans against me as I pull her hips in tighter against me. She rocks once before she pulls back from my body. When she stands, I am mesmerized as she begins to strip off her jacket and shirt, no bra underneath. Then she rids herself of the chaps. Her pants and panties are the next to go.
Seeing her naked for the first time has my heart palpitating. I swear I am going to die, but fuck, if this isn’t the way to go.
She smiles at me all coy and says, “Your turn.”
I don’t hesitate, standing to strip myself until I’m bare. Then I pull her into me, feeling her skin against mine.
“What next, you little minx?” I ask.
“Lie back down.”
Usually, I’m the one to take control when it comes to the bedroom, but right now, I would do anything she asked. Even if she wanted me to jump off this boat butt naked and swim to shore. I would do it.
So lying on the makeshift bed isn’t even a hard ask. I lie back where I was before she asked me to strip. When she walks around to stand at the top of my head, all I can focus on is her glistening pussy. My mouth is salivating to taste her.
She doesn’t disappoint. My girl, as shy as she can be sometimes, is all confidence right now as she lowers herself until her pussy hovers over my face. I pull her hips more firmly down, licking her from clit to taint, savoring her taste on my tongue.
She falls forward, her head resting on my lower stomach as she lets out a groan.
I don’t give her a reprieve. I do it again, needing that sound more than my next breath.
When she gives it, I smile against her. I think this will be my favorite activity for the rest of my life. Making Harlee moan.
I continue my assault on her pussy, only grunting when I feel the warmth of her mouth surround my swollen cock. It feels so good that I can already tell I won’t be lasting long inside of her.
Not wanting to waste any time, I pick up my pace, using my fingers as an aid as I push Harlee closer and closer to her orgasm.
When it finally hits, she sprays my fingers and face with her release as her body trembles against me.
Her mouth is still firmly on my cock as she moans, sending vibrations down my spine.
I jerk inside of her mouth, finding my own release in the midst of hers.
When her body finally relaxes and she pulls from my cock, I pick up her body and turn her so she is tucked into my chest. Then I pull the blanket up over us.
She looks up at the sky as she smiles. “You promised me stars.”
I look up and see the pink sky turning black with the little stars barely visible.
“I always deliver on my promises,” I tell her, kissing the side of her head.