Chapter 11 - Blair
Asmodeus was serious when he told me he planned on taking things at my pace.
It was a shock to my system finding out I was his fated mate, especially since we had barely been in each other’s lives.
I wonder if there was some divine intervention that made me pick Hartford instead of any other city.
Maybe magic was real, pulling me toward my fated mate without even realizing it.
The pieces started to click the more I thought about it.
We were both busy the next few days, unable to spend any time together.
He surprised me by coming into the bakery every morning to get a treat, a coffee, and to see me.
We spent our evenings texting each other, and sometimes he would call me, to hear my voice.
Those were his exact words, which always made me blush and rendered me speechless.
I asked him about the demon world and his life here.
He said he has been on Earth now for ten years.
After about six years of traveling around the world, he was bored and wanted a place to call home.
He settled in the New England area around three years ago, stating it was one of his favorite places on earth, to the point he bought a house near Hartford.
On Wednesday evening, he asked me if we could go on a date together on Friday, and of course, I said yes. The bakery was closed that day anyway. It worked out perfectly.
* * *
October 14th
Today, Asmodeus is taking me out on another date, just like he promised.
He wanted to keep the date a surprise, which made me nervous but also giddy, curious about what he had planned for us.
The only thing he would tell me was to wear clothes and shoes that I would be comfortable walking in.
He would be picking me up at nine in the morning, spending the whole day together.
I chose my pair of Lucky Brand jeans that I absolutely adored, they hugged my curves perfectly, some hiking boots, and a magenta knit sweater. I put my hair in braids and lightly coated my face with makeup.
When he got out of the truck to pick me up, my jaw went slack from the view in front of me.
His height made itself known, taller than his truck.
He was massive and extremely beautiful. He has his hair back in a top knot, dark jeans shaping his thick thighs, and a green sweatshirt fitting his chest and arms. The green really complemented his violet colored skin and his emerald green eyes.
Such a tall drink of water, I was a very, very lucky woman.
When I got into the truck, before I could put on my seat belt, he pulled me towards him, his hand tenderly holding and caressing the back of my neck. Suddenly, his lips were firmly pressed against mine. It was a brief and simple kiss, but it lit a fire deep in my core.
He pulled away slightly, “Good morning, little one,” his voice husky and warm, a smile on his face.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I last saw you.
” My cheeks heat from his admission. He finally let me go after giving me one final kiss on my forehead.
“You look radiant today, those jeans look very good on you. Are you ready for our adventure?” excitement in his tone.
He pulls away from the house and onto the road, his navigation en route to our destination.
I give him a bright smile, “I am definitely ready! What’s on the agenda for the day? Or is it still a surprise?” I tease.
He huffs, “I suppose I can tell you now since we are on our way there,” he winks.
“Seeing that it’s one of the most magical times of the year and it’s your first time here, we are going to go experience a true New England fall adventure,” he says proudly.
My mouth pops open from surprise. That was very thoughtful of him and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
How did he know I would love something like this?
And not only that, but it was something my parents and I had always planned on doing together but never got the chance.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do you have some secret mind-reading tricks I don’t know about, big guy?”
He barks out a laugh, “No Blair, no secret mind reading tricks. I do have other tricks, but those are for another time,” a flirty tone used as he winks at me.
My cheeks flame at that, my pussy clenches.
His arm suddenly moves, reaching towards me.
His palm landed on my thigh, burning my skin.
A moan tries to escape my throat, but I hold it in.
I chastise myself because it was not the place or time to get horny; we were supposed to be having fun and getting to know each other.
He glances over at me and then back onto the road, “what’s going on in that beautiful, chaotic mind of yours?
I can see the gears turning. I hope I didn’t assume wrong for our date, I am sorry if I did,” he starts to ramble.
I place my hand on top of his, absentmindedly rubbing circles with my thumb against his soft, warm skin.
I cut him off before he works himself up. “It’s nothing like that! I promise. Actually, that’s the thing, this is a perfect date idea for us, and I absolutely love it. You know me well for how short a time I have been in your life,” I give him a small reassuring smile.
He blows out a breath. “Thanks, that’s a load off. I was nervous. You’re my mate. Even though it hasn’t been long, it’s the bond between us growing and my instincts guiding me when it comes to you,” he explains. Ahh that makes sense. He gives me a cheeky smile.
“What?” I ask, unsure as to why he’s smiling like that.
He shakes his head, “nothing, you said something out loud again that I’m pretty sure was your inner monologue.” My eyes go wide at his statement. Oh no, how embarrassing. I shake my head and groan, “I’m sorry.”
He squeezes my thigh, “It’s okay, nothing to be embarrassed about. I find it endearing,” he reassures me. “What is bothering you then?” he asks slowly.
I blew out a long breath, “before my parents died, we had planned to take a trip to New England for fall, but we never got to.” A tear slid down my cheek from thinking about my parents. I missed them very much.
“I’m sorry, Blair. I can’t imagine how difficult and heartbreaking that was for you. How long has it been since they died?” he asks gently. The hand on my thigh provided solid comfort and stability from him.
“It’s been four years now since the accident,” I say, barely above a whisper.
The truck cab falls into a gentle silence, but it’s not suffocating; it feels more like a warm hug.
My hand is still resting on top of his. I move my fingers in between his digits, linking our fingers together.
I squeeze his hand with mine, a calm washing over me.
I turn to him with a small smile on my face, “What’s on the itinerary for the day? ”
He unlocks our hands real quick and flips his hand around, palm facing up, allowing our hands to interlock better. He gives mine a gentle squeeze, letting me know he’s here for me, the action comforting. “Well, a few things. The plan included some scenic views, orchards, vineyards, and hiking.”
“That sounds perfect,” I say, as my heart swells and warmth blooms through me.
The biggest smile flashes across his face, “I’m glad. Our first stop will be a farm where we can pick some pumpkins since it’s October. We should be there in about twenty minutes.”
The farm was right outside of Hartford, and it didn’t take long to arrive.
It was surrounded by forest, with fall foliage scattered between the green growth.
The farm was all decked out for the fall season.
They had stacked bales of hay, an old, broken-down wooden wagon filled with pumpkins, colorful scarecrows, a giant corn maze, and acres of pick-your-own pumpkins.
We stepped out of the truck into the crisp air, the sunshine warming my face from the cool breeze. It was a lovely day to be outdoors.
“How many pumpkins are we picking?” I ask him with a smile on my face.
He hums, “well I guess as many as you want, but I was going to go for the biggest pumpkin I could find,” a devilish smile on his face.
A laugh escapes me; of course he would. He walks over to me and takes my hand, pulling me towards the entrance.
“Let’s go, we have a full day ahead of us,” he reminds me, a boyish and carefree smile on his face.
I follow his lead, walking towards the fields. I can’t wait.
We head our separate ways, walking down each row, trying to find the perfect pumpkin.
I bend down and find one that is almost perfectly round, bright, warm orange, with no blemishes, and a thick, sturdy stem.
This is the one. I cut the stem and head towards the red barn where the checkout is.
As I head that way, out of the corner of my eye, a small, perfectly round pumpkin with no ridges or blemishes lying on the ground catches my attention.
I bend down and cut that one off the vine, taking it with me.
When I meet Asmodeus at the tent, my eyes go wide.
I start laughing at the sight in front of me.
Of course he would pick a pumpkin fit for a giant; it’s as wide as he is and probably weighs about 100 pounds.
It is lopsided, with bumps, ridges, and an extremely large stem at the top.
I grin at him, “I see you found the largest pumpkin here, very impressive.”
He grins back at me, “of course! I love your picks as well. Let’s go ahead and pay, and head to our next stop.
” He pays for the pumpkins, putting them in the back of his truck before we leave.
Aww, how cute, a tiny pumpkin family. The thought of the pumpkins being our little family makes my cheeks flame.