Chapter 14
Kyle
Rory and I catch up to Wes and Claire, who are drooling over some fresh loaves of bread. When Rory steps up to Claire, I tilt my head at Wes to come closer. Once he’s next to me, our shoulders touching, I explain what happened with Rory and the coffee and earrings.
“The weirdest part is that I saw her zone out for just a second, then start panicking hardcore,” I tell him. “I have no idea what’s going on in her head, but she refused to talk about it and I’m not going to push her.”
Wes nods. “That’s smart. Whatever it is, there’s clearly some trauma there. Hopefully, she’ll open up to us more.”
I nudge Wes with my shoulder. “I have an idea if you’re up for it. Can you head back to that vendor and grab her a couple pairs of their earrings? She was practically drooling over them before she dropped the one pair.”
He frowns. “Should we just take her over there to try them out?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I want it to be a surprise for later.”
“Okay, how do we do this sneaky? You’re the mastermind here.”
“Grab her coffee cup and say you’re going to throw it away. Claire’s cup too.”
He gives me a small, cheeky salute, and walks up to the girls, gently taking their cups and explaining he saw a trash can a few vendors back. Rory smiles in gratitude before she and Claire move on to see the rest of what the market has to offer.
Thankfully, the rest of the visit goes well, and we walk the girls back to Rory’s car. Rory tells Claire to get in the car first and the moping immediately starts.
“Why do I hafta wait in the car?” Claire whines.
“I’d like to talk to the guys for just a second,” Rory explains.
Claire frowns. “You just wanna make out with Pool God and Wes.”
Wes laughs. “I would be okay with that!”
Claire gags and gets in the car without further complaint. Rory watches with a smile on her face and love shining through her eyes to her niece.
“Thank you,” she says to us. “Claire doesn’t have the best examples of adult men. I really appreciate how well you all took to each other and how kind you guys were with her.”
“She’s a great kid,” Wes tells her. “I’d love to hang out with her again.”
Rory’s smile grows. “That would be awesome.”
“Any chance we can see you again tomorrow? Or even Monday? I don’t want to be that guy , but I can’t wait to see you again,” I tell her.
“I have to work tomorrow, but I would love to see you guys again. Maybe lunch? Or I’m not working Monday so we could meet up that evening too,” she suggests.
“How about we text you and make plans?”
“I can handle that,” she agrees.
Wes reaches a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind Rory’s ear. His palm rests on her cheek, and he leans in closer. She smiles softly and tilts her head toward him. Wes gives her a gentle kiss, then pulls away and turns her to me. I put my hand on the side of her neck and tilt her face up, using my thumb to push on her jaw gently. She obliges and I capture her mouth with mine.
Her lips are as soft as I imagined they’d be. I’d only kissed her ear from behind, and even though it was heaven to feel her body against mine before, her lips are rocking my world. She reciprocates the gentleness, and it takes all my concentration to keep us from deepening the kiss. I want to ravish her mouth with mine, taste her tongue against me as we wrestle for dominance. I want her to wrap her arms around me and beg me to fuck her.
Putting my desires aside, I give her one last gentle kiss before stepping back, grinning at her flushed and dazed face. She clears her throat and runs a hand through her hair, trying to compose herself.
“Sorry honey, had to stop or we would be doing some very inappropriate things in this parking lot with your niece within view,” I tell her.
She squeaks a little. “Probably a good idea.”
We see them off and walk to our ride, hand in hand.
A few days later, I’m sitting at my office, trying to figure out how the hell this project got so off target, and my phone buzzes next to me. I glance down to see Rory texting me, which doesn’t usually happen until the afternoon. Putting the project statistics on hold, I check out what she sent, hoping everything is okay since she’s texting me in the morning.
Rory: Hey boys, I’m miraculously awake before noon, and wondered if you want to grab lunch today? I understand if you’re busy, it’s last minute.
Me: I am happy to leave the office for lunch, not sure about Wes.
Rory: Oh, ok, should we wait? I don’t want him to be left out.
Me: I’m sure he won’t mind if we make plans. When he sees this he can tell us if he’s in or not. Plus if he’s not in then I get more time with you.
Rory: lol, ok then. What sounds good?
Me: You
Rory: OMG, you’re awful (and I’m blushing)
Me: I’ll make sure you enjoy every minute of me being awful
Rory: LUNCH, mister! What kind of food do you want (humans don’t count).
Wes: Wait, are you guys turning into cannibals?
Me: Just for Rory
Rory: NO, we’re picking lunch
Wes: I could eat Rory
Rory: OMG the two of you lol
Me: Let’s go to the diner
Wes: The Diner of Rory?
Rory: I’m good with the diner. How about noon?
Wes: Sounds like some afternoon delight
Me: Noon sounds great
Wes: You’re both ignoring me aren’t you?
Rory: See you soon! *kissy face*
Me: See you then
Wes: I won’t make it, but you guys enjoy your afternoon delight. I’ll join in next time!
Me: See you at home babe
Wes’ playfulness almost never fails to make me smile. While I’m a bit sad he can’t join us, I’m also really looking forward to some time with just Rory and me. I haven’t really had the chance to talk to her one on one, so I’m excited by the chance.
I’ve only got an hour to go before I need to be there. Better buckle down and get a little analysis done.
The diner isn’t terribly far from the office, and I make a note to grab a slice of pie to bring home to Wes. After trying it last time, it’s definitely going to be part of my regular order, and Wes needs to experience it. As I pull in, I see Rory’s car, and my pulse picks up with excitement at the prospect of seeing her. I knew it was happening, obviously, but being in the moment and knowing she’s here is making things more real and exciting. I find her in a booth to my right when I walk in, and she waves me down.
My eyes are locked on hers as I slide in across from her. I had a moment of indecision while walking, torn between feeling her body next to mine or seeing her green eyes, and the eyes won out. If it’s just the two of us, I want to see her face as I get to know her. There will be plenty of time to learn her body in the future if things go according to my plans.
“Hey there, beautiful. How are you today?” I ask as I settle in.
“Better now,” she says with a smile. “How about you?”
“Same. I was so happy that you suggested lunch. I’m excited to see you.”
“Yeah! I was hoping Wes could come too, but I think this will be nice. We haven’t really had any alone time.”
“Yeah, I know you and Wes had a bit of that, so I’m excited to have mine. I was the same, a little bummed to miss Wes, but excited to see you.” She smiles and blushes a little. “So, I have a confession to make,” I tell her.
“What?” She looks a little alarmed.
“I have only ever had the coffee here except when I had pie one time.”
She laughs brightly, and as cheesy as it is, my heart skips a beat at hearing it. This is a happy, carefree laugh, and I have a feeling it doesn’t happen as much as it should.
“That is truly tragic,” she says through her laughter.
“Can you help me? I don’t want to misstep and order the wrong thing. Can you imagine if I got kicked out of here?” I tease.
“Now that would be tragic. Let’s see what we can do to avoid your potential future banishment. Let me tell you, the sundaes are better than the pie if you ask me.”
“Oh, well shit, I’m not sure that’s possible. The pie I had was orgasmic.”
She looks up at me, smirking, and I just give her the most innocent look I can muster. We both snicker and figure out our orders. The rest of lunch is spent swapping stories of growing up, sharing likes and dislikes, typical surface level first date conversation. Not the most thrilling topics, but seeing her eyes light up at stories of Claire and learning that her love of reading stemmed from her grandfather were things that I’ll cherish. I grab a slice of pie for dessert and Rory grabs a sundae so we can compare notes.
She scoops a spoonful of ice cream with toppings and holds it out to me. I’m not sure if she expects me to take the spoon, but I go all in and simply lean forward to wrap my mouth around the spoon in her hand. The ice cream is smooth, has a great flavor, and the hot fudge is clearly high quality. The real treat is the hitch of her breath and the slight widening of her eyes as I lick my lips, enjoying every last drop of sugar. Her eyes flick to my mouth and back before I lean away from her.
“You’re right, that’s delicious,” I tell her, not talking about the ice cream. “Try this.”
I take a small scoop of the whipped cream topping my slice and add the tip of the piece of pie to it. I hold the fork toward her, and she raises her hand to grab it from me. Wanting to feed her myself, I pull the fork back, raising an eyebrow. She lowers her hand, a small smile pulling at her lips. Her mouth opens obediently, and I slide the fork in. Her mouth wraps around it and I’m not sure if this is my best idea or worst.
All my mind can focus on is how those lips would look and feel wrapped around my cock. She holds eye contact, and I can picture how good she would look on her knees doing that. My pulse picks up at the image and I can see she’s not wholly unaffected either. Her pupils dilate slightly, and there’s heat in her eyes as she pulls away from the fork. She tortures me with a slow lick of her tongue, mimicking my own movements as she catches the last flavors of sugar from her bite.
“I think the pie might win for me,” I tell her. “The ice cream was good but that experience is one I want to repeat. Hopefully frequently.”
“I could handle that,” she says softly.
“All I can think of,” I whisper softly so she has to lean in to hear, “is those lips wrapped around me instead of that fork.”
Her mouth drops slightly, her breath coming quicker. She bites her lip softly. “Sounds like you’ve got some big plans,” she responds.
“I can’t wait to show you.”
“I can’t wait to experience it.”
This woman might be the end of me. I’m nervous to stand up; my cock is hard as a rock, ready to go. It doesn’t care that we’re in public. All it wants is her wet heat. We each lean back and eat our desserts in comfortable quiet, a few words passing back and forth. Thankfully, it gives me time to calm my body down and I grab the check.
“I was willing to split it,” she says outside after we pay.
“I am happy to pay for it. Anytime we go out, I want you to feel spoiled, so let me treat you. Okay?”
“Okay, but once in a while, you’ll have to let me do the same.”
“Promise.”
Her delighted smile doesn’t fade until we get to her car. She turns and leans her back against the driver’s door slightly and looks at me.
“Thank you for lunch.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” I tell her, moving my body close so we’re almost touching.
Her smile fades as a hunger takes over her face. Searching my face, she dips her eyes to my lips and back, so I take the cue and lean in close. As her mouth tips up, ready for me, I bypass it and put my mouth next to her ear.
“Next time all the pleasure will be yours,” I say huskily into her ear.
She shivers and I lick the outside edge of her ear lightly before pulling back and meeting her lips with my own. A soft moan escapes both of us, as though we’re pulled together, and the satisfaction is more than we can handle. Her lips fit mine perfectly, and we explore each other. Our tongues tangle and her hand skates up my arm to my head and she grabs my hair gently. My body is screaming for me to take her, press against her softness, and fill her with me. This isn’t the time or the place, so I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers.
“I cannot wait to show you my plans,” I tell her again.
“Looking forward to it.”
I reach around her to open her door, and we say our goodbyes. My feet take me back to my car after she drives off and I can tell I’ve got a goofy smile on my face.
Thank fuck Wes found her at the bar. She’s fuckin’ perfect for us.
As I start my car, I check my rearview window and I swear for a second I see Baldie from the bar staring out of a window at the diner. When I whip my head around to look, whoever it was is gone. Shifting my car into gear, I shake him from my thoughts and focus on how good her naked body is going to feel next to mine.