Chapter Thirty-Two
Devin’s POV
He was being quite possessive tonight, but that was to be expected with how much I was already teasing him.
I owed a huge thank you to Eddie who helped me pick out a new outfit just for the occasion.
Cash had told me tonight our date was special, and I had butterflies since he asked me to go with him.
I was trying so hard to figure out what he had planned.
We’d been exclusively seeing each other for a few months and I knew we were getting close to the six-month mark I put on us just being friends, but my god!
The man was amazing. And not just like a few amazing things about him.
No. He was all around amazing. He never missed a chance to show me how much he cared for, thought of, or wanted me.
And it wasn’t these insanely grand gestures.
Though he did like to do them. He’d been showing me in little ways.
Like bringing me flowers from the farmers market every Saturday, and how when I had a day off and he had a day off, he’d bring me my coffee and pastry order from Beans Coffee House down the street.
He knew my order by heart, depending on the time of the month.
He even brought me all organic pads and tampons in various sizes the first time I cancelled our date because of a rough period.
He then had everything else under the sun delivered.
Heating pad, pain medication, new nail polish, face masks, and a rubber ducky. He always made me smile.
He was always insanely possessive about being the one to help me out of the car.
When my door was opened tonight, the valet was the one reaching for it, but my Johnny had rushed over and stepped in before the poor guy could open the door and hold his hand out for me.
The look on Cash’s face was hungry as he practically ate the sight of my legs up.
Cash truly treated me like his Queen.
He took great pleasure in doing things for me, in making me feel…
alive. I’d never felt so…refreshed and ready for whatever life threw at me as I was when I was with him.
It was like every single nerve ending was on fire when he touched me, when he looked at me.
I was feeling hot under the collar, and was incredibly hopeful that tonight would be the night we took things further than making out.
I was quickly killing Bob with how much of a work out the poor battery-operated buddy was getting almost daily.
It was dying fast, like total burn out and even with charging it.
Honestly, the way that man kissed me and held me, the heat from his hands running all over my body…
I couldn’t stop touching myself after one of our make-out sessions.
The last time we’d been lip-locked was one lazy Saturday afternoon on his couch after a movie we’d just watched.
It was drizzling out, and the credits were rolling.
My head was resting on his shoulder, when he tipped my chin up to look at me.
He saw the lust in my eyes and leaned in, kissing me with a desire that I couldn’t stop.
His arms went around my waist as he pulled me onto his lap, making me straddle him.
His hands were gripping my ass, as our tongues danced in sync with each other, yet fighting for dominance.
He slipped his hands under my shirt and brushed across my stomach and hips, making his way to my back, and pulling me closer to him.
A breathy moan had just escaped my lips when those big, strong hands slipped further under my shirt, making their way up my back, and playing with my lacy bra. My fingers tangled in his hair as I ground my core onto his achingly hard dick through his pants.
We were so lost in each other that we jumped when his front door opened to reveal Calen and Vivienne, waltzing into his living room. Viviene shrieked, looking away while she covered Calen’s eyes.
His head dropped to my chest, and he let out a barely audible growl before we broke apart. Cash looked pissed and Vivienne looked like she was livid that he had someone, even though he had told her before.
On several occasions.
I had to pull my shirt down, and he had to readjust himself before standing up.
He kissed my temple, promising to be right back before pulling Vivienne just outside the door to talk with her.
He left the door ajar, knowing without me saying anything that I was more comfortable with that.
I glanced at Calen who looked slightly embarrassed.
Whether it was thanks to what he’d just walked in on, or , because of his mother, I wasn’t sure.
Though I had an idea as we heard Cash telling Vivienne, trying to keep his cool, that Calen had a key for after school if she wasn’t able to get him, he could go to his apartment.
“Vivienne,” she stopped talking immediately and silence followed for the longest minute of my life. “You know that I gave Calen that key. It’s for him and his use. Not so you can enter my apartment whenever. I gave it to him. Stop abusing that privilege."
Cash came back in, alone. He went straight to Calen, talking low enough I couldn’t hear, but when Calen nodded, Cash offered to take him to the park or videogames or whatever he wanted to do. It was the first time I heard Calen speak in front of me.
“I-I actually need help with my homework. Would that be, o-okay?” He seemed so shy, his eyes darting from Cash to me and back. I nodded my head and went to leave, giving them some space, some guy time.
“Please,” Cash started, looking like he was way more disappointed that I was leaving than he was about doing high school homework again. That made me feel good, and he looked adorable.
So I switched gears.
“I’m going to whip up some snacks to bring back over for you guys,” I smiled at them and headed for my apartment. Vivienne gave me a death glare at the elevator before stepping in. I rolled my eyes and went into my apartment.
In the whole six months that he’d been courting me and we’d been building our friendship, he’d been denying her advances. He’d even talked to me about it, promising that he’d ask for another little brother if I would feel more comfortable with it.
I didn’t want to ruin the bond the two of them had.
“Name’s Cash, reservation for two,” his deep, smooth voice pulled me out of the memory.
He smiled down at me, and I smiled back before turning to follow the hostess as she led us through the restaurant and showed us to our little table for two out on the beautiful patio connected to the side.
My face was blushing furiously, because tonight, there was a tension in the air.
It was so thick, I could practically feel it.
The night was clear and beautiful, a little chilly, but there were heaters out, and the lights they had hung above the seating set a very romantic atmosphere. Tonight was definitely different. Cash ordered us a bottle of Reisling, and I placed an order for an appetizer to share.
Catching his eyes after the waitress walked away, I could tell. This was going to be the longest dinner of my whole freaking life.
We made small talk. About the weather, how work was going. He let me know that he’d seen Eddie at work a few days ago as he was leaving Clint’s office after lunch.
“With the way his hair was messed up and his shirt was misbuttoned,” he raised his eyebrows in a knowing way, “It looked like they were having a grand ole time.” I felt my face scrunch, and Cash just laughed.
“Eddie is definitely ready for people to know about them. Clint is slowly moving his way out to everyone. It’s slow, but… your brother’s good for him.”
I watched the thoughtful, caring look on his face. He was seeing something I hadn’t seen, happiness oozing from his face.
“I’m happy. That your ex fucked up. It brought a friend someone who genuinely cares about him. And…it brought me you.” His eyes bore into mine, vulnerability shining through, followed by hopefulness and love.
“I’m not sending him a thank you.”
Pfft!
I loved the way he threw his head back laughing with a reckless abandon, like we were the only two out here.
“Fine,” he chuckled, “But we’re going to send him an invite.”
“To what?”
“Our wedding. Cause I’m going to make you mine, in every way I can think of.” My breath hitched, feeling a sense of love and lust looking low in my belly. He reached across the table and picked up my hand like it was the most delicate flower.
“Starting tonight, if you’ll allow me,” he raised my hand, kissed the back of it, and waited for my answer.
That was when it hit me.
Waiting.
That’s what he’d been doing. For months. He’d been waiting for me.
“How soon can we get home?” I asked as I drug my eyes from where our hands were connected, my his arm and down his body before settling on his eyes and biting my lip. I saw the way his jaw flinched, the way his shoulders tightened like he wanted to throw me over his shoulder right now.
As if he was about to, my stomach rumbled.
Instantly killing the heat between us. The waitress came back with our appetizer and wine. I was determined to make sure his mind was as far in the gutter as mine was tonight.
Tonight would be different.
I was prepared tonight.
Eddie had set up battery-operated candles all over my apartment, put freaking flower petals on the floor leading to my bedroom, the whole nine yards, the whole shebang.
I was more than ready. I wanted him. In every way. Tonight…one way or another, I was getting us out of these clothes, and I’d be fucking my boyfriend.
Tonight. My boyfriend.
Two new concepts that gave me the biggest smile.
Dessert finally came, and it was chocolate tiramisu.
My absolute favorite. It’s so soft, light and delicious.
He fed me a spoonful and I moaned at the first taste.
It was so smooth, so good. I felt him stiffen at the moan.
He was trying hard to keep the lust off his face, and failing.
His eyes darkened at the moan and he leaned across the table.
“Please don’t share your moans with others. Those are mine,” he gripped my chin, keeping our eyes locked together. His eyes pierced into my soul, telling me that I was already in fact, his. And he was already mine, and had been mine from the very beginning.
“I need to ask you something,” he licked his lips, “Something important.”
Was he nervous?
I nodded my head; dessert was almost completely forgotten about. He took my hands in his and looked like he was gathering courage as he took a deep breath before asking me the sincerest question I had ever been asked.
“Will you, please, do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” His eyes were big as he watched me for any kind of reaction, any kind of rejection.
He was so shy and boyish when he asked, that my heart fluttered, beating wildly in my chest in a way it hadn’t for so long.
This was sweeter than I’d ever been asked before, and definitely the most sincerely. I smiled at him, tears in my eyes.
“Yes,” was all I managed to breathe out before he was on me.
He moved at superhuman speed to get around the table, cup my face in his hands, and steal my breath in the most amazing kiss I’d ever had.
My arms were around his neck as he stood to full height, pulling me up into his arms in the middle of the patio.
My foot popped like that one super awkward princess movie.
I swear.
When he reluctantly pulled away, we were both breathless, in need of oxygen. He slid me, painfully slowly, down the front of him, and there was no hiding the thick, hard erection fighting to get out of his pants.
“I need to get you home. Now.” His voice was thick, husky, rough like he was fighting the urge to take me on the patio.
“We have to pass my apartment first from the elevators,” I offered, like I hadn’t planned it from the beginning of the night.
And no one else has a key to randomly pop in.
He kissed me again and began looking for our waitress. She was out with to-go boxes that we couldn’t be bothered with, except for the tiramisu.
What was he doing with that? Did he know that was my most favorite dessert of all time? Or…was that…No. Fuck.
My thoughts went there. My thighs clenched together as a wetness pooled, soaking my thong. The sudden,desperate need for friction was growing by the minute. I need him back at my apartment.
Now.