Chapter 20
Date Night
Live like you have a fear of heights, and you're riding on the tallest Ferris Wheel. You have to push past the fear to enjoy the view.
Also, your votes have been cast, and the result are in...Dani and Jakes new 'ship name is...#Dake
"Well, Sweet Cheeks, what ride do you want to get on first?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
"Ferris Wheel?"
I smile. "Yes, please."
He smiles, clearly pleased with himself for getting it right.
The Ferris Wheel is the last ride I went on with the sperm donor.
You would think that would make me hate it, but it doesn't. That was the last happy memory of us.
And while I don't want him in my life, that doesn't mean I won't cherish the memories of when it was good.
We show the guy our armbands, and he lets us through the gate.
Jake whispers something to him, and the man gives him a wink and a nod yes.
I look at Jake curiously. What is he up to?
He smiles at me and gives me a wink of his own.
He thinks he's so cute, and he is! He does have a panty-dropper-type smile.
I don't drop my panties since I try to be a lady in public, but he better not give me that look when we're alone.
I will not be held responsible for my actions.
"What are you thinking about?"
I blush and turn my head away. "Absolutely nothing."
He laughs. "Sweet Cheeks, I hate to be the barrier of bad news, but that blush clearly screams absolutely something."
I blush an even a deeper shade of red. "I'll never tell."
He puts his hand on my thigh and gives me a searing kiss which leaves us breathless. "Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best idea."
"Why?"
"Because now I've got to think about all sorts of gross things to take care of this little situation I find myself embarrassingly in at the moment."
My eyes almost pop out of my head, and I can't help it, laughing so hard. The bucket we are seated in rocks a little bit. He laughs too, which makes our bucket rock even more. "Has anyone ever told you that honesty is not always the best policy?"
"Hey, girl! Sharing is caring."
He's not only cute, but he's also pretty funny. I love how he's so carefree with me, even more than anyone else. He can be extremely intense in school and around other people that aren't his close friends.
"Well, I talked to my granny Betsy Jean today. She knows about us dating now. Toby's Mama is such a big mouth, and he told her about us dating, which she, in turn, spilled the beans to my family that I have a boyfriend."
"You didn't tell them?"
I look at him in shock. "You told yours about me?"
"My Mom and sisters know. So my Dad probably knows by now, too.
Why didn't you want to tell yours about me?
" He looks disappointed. I never meant to keep him a secret from others, but I guess I have been.
That's not fair to him. I'm a little embarrassed about the reason, but I know I owe an explanation.
"I haven't told them because I was waiting for you to realize you didn't want me, and if I don't tell them when I’m happy, I won't have to tell them when I am heartbroken."
He looks angry and I've never seen him that way. "What more do I have to do to prove that I care about you. I've told you until I'm blue in the face that I want you and that this is more than just a passing fling for me."
I grab his hand, but he pulls away from me. Ouch. "I'm sorry, baby. You've done so much to assure me about our relationship. I've just programmed myself to believe I'm not enough, and while that's not a good enough excuse for mistreating you, I promise that stops today."
I take a deep breath and grab my phone. I change my relationship status on Facebook, and I tag him with a heart emoji on my Instagram bio.
His phone buzzes, and he looks down at his screen in surprise.
He accepts my request on Facebook. Now people won't have to guess who I'm in a relationship with, and all the nosey people can go full stalker mode on us both.
I feel so much lighter, keeping this secret had me more stressed than I realized.
My phone pings, and I look down. He posted something on Instagram and tagged me in it.
I quickly click on the notification. He posted a pic of us that we took one afternoon as we left Lit class.
We're smiling and looking very much in love.
Jake is tall enough to get all the best angles.
I could love him just for that. Someone came up and started talking to us, and I forgot to even look at the picture.
I kiss his smiling lips. "Send me that picture! I love it. I guess we're officially official!"
"You better believe it, baby!"
I laugh. "You're my favorite."
"Obviously, and now everyone else will know it, too."
I look out at our beautiful view, it's a lake surrounded by a cornfield. The remarkable scene reminds me of home, and my heart feels a slight familiar tug. I grab his hand and kiss his knuckles. "This is beautiful."
"You're beautiful."
I give him my best smile. "Thank you." I gently whisper.
He gives me a sweet kiss. "I mean it."
I rub his cheek with my hand. "Not to ruin this special moment, but we've been on this ride for 10 minutes. Isn't that weird? You think it's broken?"
He laughs. It’s your favorite ride. I slipped the guy a twenty for an extra 15 minutes."
I look down at the long line that has formed below us. "The people don't look too happy down there."
He shrugs. "Then they should tip the man!"
I laugh. "That's very true. We've only got like three more minutes. What ride is next? It's your turn to choose."
"The Tilt-A-Whirl. No contest!"
"I might throw up, but whatevs! I'll go with it."
"Don't throw up on me, Georgia."
I laugh and Jake looks so worried. "It was a joke.
I wish I had taken a picture of your face.
It was priceless." He grunts and grumbles something unintelligible so I kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, baby, for giving me fifteen minutes of the most beautiful view and for taking our relationship to the next social media level. "
"I'd do anything for you, Georgia. I hope you realize that." We ride every ride. I don't know if anyone else had a great time, but we sure did. I can't wait to talk to my Mama tomorrow. It's time I tell her what I said to Granny.
We're now snuggled in bed after our separate showers.
I'm still not ready for the joint one yet.
I get flustered when I think about Jake fully naked and in the shower.
I've not seen him in the buff yet, but I'm pretty certain it will make me faint.
He's too hot, and I won't be able to take that much masculine machismo.
I said what I said! I rub my finger across his chest, and he nestles my hair, humming softly like he always does late at night, when he seems the most relaxed and we're lying this close.
It's my favorite sound in the world. I giggle into his chest.
"What's so funny?" He asks as he tickles my side.
I don't answer, but I can’t stop the giggling. Jake tickles me some more as I try to escape his grasp. "Okay! Okay! Stop, I'll tell you!"
He stops, and I giggle again. He tries to tickle me again, but I jump off the bed and run to the corner of my room.
He jumps up and corners me. Is it hot in here or is it just him?
It's definitely him. Why was I even laughing?
I can't remember. He is a lion and I’m his prey.
The only difference between an actual antelope and me is that I want to get caught. Catch me now.
He kisses my throat and runs his tongue from below my ear to my collarbone making me shiver.
He's so good at this. I'm putty in his hands.
I moan as I start to pull his boxer briefs down.
"I want to pleasure you with my mouth. You've done so many unspeakable yet delightful things to me. Let me finally pleasure you."
He kisses me hard as my fingers roam down and grab his length. He’s huge.. He moans in pure ecstasy. "Be a little more firm. Yes!! Shit! Just like that baby."
He kicks his shorts off and pulls me to the bed making me grin.. "Someone is very eager."
He sits on the edge of the bed, and I get on my knees in front of him. "You have no idea, baby."
I stare at him in all his glory. He grows even more significant as I watch him. "Any pointers?"
He smiles. "Just think of this as your lollipop."
I laugh. I think I'm falling in love with him.
He's so wonderful, and he doesn't make me feel stupid for being so innocent.
I lick my lips, and his eyes burn deep with desire.
I take him firmly in my hand and lick the tip.
He about jumps off the bed. I think that means he likes it, so I do it again.
He puts his hands in my hair and I feel powerful. He's putty in my hands for once.
I slowly move my mouth up and down on his dick, sucking hard as I progress.
He instructs me to move my hands as I move my mouth.
I get in the grove and quicken my pace and all I hear is him stuttering now and then.
He can't coherently put any words together.
I flick his tip with my tongue eagerly and he starts moving beneath me.
He's close and he moans loudly one more time just before hot salty liquid shoots into my mouth.
I swallow as I lick my lips. He brings me up to sit on his lap and kisses me deeply on the lips. His breathing is ragged.
"Baby! I'm sorry, I hope that wasn't terrible. I was trying to warn you that I was about to come."
I kiss his lips again. "Hush, Jake. It was wonderful. I like that I tasted you. You tasted me."
He looks at me with lustful eyes. "Fuck baby. What are you trying to do to me?"