Chapter 12 #2
I can tell he is going to say something in return, but the waitress arrives.
Don, being more familiar with the brewery, orders the flight based on what I tell him I like in beers.
The waitress is also exceptional, and gives us many good options for food that will complement the flight.
We end up ordering a little bit of everything and share.
Throughout the entire dinner, he is touching me in some way.
Some touches are subtle, some more lingering, like his hand resting on my legging clad thigh.
One time in particular, he strokes his hand up and down my thigh.
With each upward pass his hand gets closer and closer to the apex of my thighs, until he stops.
He’s nearly there, if he moved just an inch higher his hand would be right where I need him to be.
I shiver at the thought of him cupping me, pressing his warm palm right against my mound.
“Are you cold?” He asks, his lips close enough to my ear that I can practically feel them brush against my skin.
“No, you feel really nice. Uh, I mean it feels really nice—nice out—out here on the patio.”
His deep chuckle is answer enough. He knows exactly what he is doing. He is winding me up on purpose. I scrunch my nose at him.
“Just so you know, I find it incredibly cute when you get flustered.”
My eyes roll as I attempt to get back to my food. His hand stops my head’s progress as he gently takes my chin and tilts my face back up to his. His eyes blaze with desire, and I swallow hard.
“I also find it incredibly arousing when you get sassy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Don.”
We grin at each other, and I giggle as all the giddy feelings swirl inside me.
We continue eating, and I probably drink a little too much, but it doesn’t matter because I know I’m safe with him.
I’m all tingly, and I don’t think it’s just from the beer.
Our conversation flows effortlessly and more than once I almost choke on my food from him making me laugh.
When he starts asking deeper questions that is when my eating pauses entirely.
“Kinley, where did you grow up? Your slight accent tells me you didn’t grow up in this area.”
“Yeah, I didn’t. I moved here for my job. I grew up in Texas until I went to college and then moved out here.”
“A Texas girl? You’re pretty far from home.”
I laugh, but it comes out strained. “Yeah, I don’t consider it my home. I haven’t for a long time.”
His eyes assess me, his face showing concern.
“So no family that are worth visiting?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m an only child, and I have no family to speak of. I was happy to leave when I went to college.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is that why you are so close to Megan?”
“Yes, Megan is my family.” I smile as I say those words.
“I have a much younger brother, so it felt like I was an only child for a while, but I grew up with so many cousins and close friends that it was always crowded.” His chuckle is warm and affectionate. I can tell he really loves his family, immediate and extended.
“Aiden and I drove our parents nuts, especially when we were teenagers. I think they all sighed in relief when we all decided to enlist together.”
“It sounds like you are close to your family.”
“We are. We all go back frequently, for holidays and family gatherings.”
“I honestly wouldn’t know what to do with a large family. The thought is kind of terrifying,” I laugh lightly.
“You did good around the guys. If you can survive them, then the rest of my family would be a piece of cake.”
“Are you inviting me to meet your family, Don?” I ask playfully.
Leaning in close so his eyes are level to mine, he says with pure sincerity. “Kinley, with as much as I think about you, I think it’s inevitable that you will meet my family.”
Holy shit, maybe he did feel as strongly as I was feeling towards him.
He kisses me softly, his lips are so warm. That warmth spreads quickly from our mouths through to the rest of my body. I pull away reluctantly, because I’m two seconds away from climbing in his lap. His eyes sparkle with amusement and desire.
“We should probably finish our food before we get in trouble for PDA.”
“PDA isn’t an arrestable offense. We would just get a stern talking to.”
“Ok, Mr. Police Officer, I still don’t want to get in trouble.”
We finish our food and drinks pretty quickly after that.
Not only is the food and beer great, but being out with Don feels like a puzzle piece locking into place.
I feel like I can share anything with him, and he won’t judge me.
I don’t like speaking about my past and my family, but I feel like I can with him.
Is this how people normally feel when meeting someone that they have a true connection with? Or do we have something really special?
Once the check is paid, Don leads me out of the restaurant, his hand resting gently on my lower back.
I just love how much he touches me, as if he too can’t bear to not be close to me.
The night has gotten chillier and even with his comforting warmth, I’m ready to get out of the cold.
When we reach the passenger door, instead of opening it, he leans me up against the passenger side.
Looking at him questioningly, I wait for him to speak.
“This might be a little presumptuous of me, but would you like to come back to my house tonight?”
He must see my brief hesitation, so he quickly continues.
“I only ask, because my house is only about fifteen minutes away, but I’m more than happy to take you home if that’s what you want.”
“Oh, yes I do…want to go to your place, I mean. Sorry, I was just trying to think if I left enough water for my pets.”
I look down where my hands are fiddling with the hem of my sweater. His body bracketed around me, blocking out some of the chill of the night air.
“Why do you seem nervous all of a sudden?”
His quiet question makes me look up, his eyes twinkling in the light of the overhead lights. Before I can answer, he continues.
“I know we’ve been intimate already, and teasing the hell out of each other all week, but if you’re not ready to go further tonight, I’m really ok with taking you home. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
“What? No, that’s not it at all! I guess I just didn’t want to seem too over eager.” My hands trail up and down his sides. His body tightens like the string on a bow, waiting to be released. “I want you.”
Donovan sighs in relief, his hand coming up to thread in the hair at the back of my head.
His lips brush over mine teasingly.“Kinley, the only thing holding me back from getting back inside you is these tight as hell leggings.” He slips his other hand down to my ass for emphasis.
“And the fact that we are in a well-lit parking lot.”
He crowds in even closer and rolls his hips against me.
Nipping my lower lip, sucking on it gently, he draws out a whimper from me.
My breath shudders out of me. My hips roll against his.
A tortured groan leaves his lips as his head drops to my shoulder.
His hands grasp my sides to stop my rocking.
With what seems like a lot of effort, he pulls his body away from mine.
Growling into my neck, he says, “I’m gonna need a sec, then we can leave.”
I can’t help my amusement, and a giggle slips out of my mouth.
Groaning, Don moves further away from me, guiding me to the side so he can open my door for me.
He gives me a playful swat to the butt as I climb in.
I haven’t even gotten my seat belt secured before he makes his way around to get behind the wheel. Someone is eager, but hell, so am I.
Feeling mischievous, I decide to see how far I can push him. So, as he is pulling out of the parking lot, I quietly ask him. “Would now be a good time to tell you I’m not wearing any panties?”
Donovan’s head jerks towards me as he swears.
His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches as I smile at him sweetly.
There is a glint in his eye that reminds me of a predator eyeing its prey.
Shivers of anticipation roll through me as he proceeds to peel out of the parking lot, gunning his truck’s engine.
It takes a little less than seven minutes to get to Don’s house.
I can’t help but laugh the entire way. As soon as the truck is parked and the engine is turned off, we both hop out.
I get caught up admiring the dark grey siding and rustic farmhouse touches, so much so that I don’t even notice when he quickly comes up behind me and flips me onto his shoulder.
I gasp and flail a little; being carried is still so foreign to me.
So, in a little bit of a panic I grab onto anythingI can get my hands on, which happens to be the upper part of his ass.
He grunts and swats my ass, making me squeal.
I honest to god just squealed…What is wrong with me…Jesus, he’s strong…and God, he has a firm ass.
He jostles me slightly, opening up the front door, and it shakes me from my inner monologue. I get brief glimpses of a nice rustic looking living area before he takes the stairs up to the second floor two at a time.
“Jesus, Don, how strong are you?”
He chuckles. “Strong enough, baby girl.”
My core instantly goes molten at that term of endearment. I hear him growl, and I’m plopped onto a very large bed.
“Did you like me calling you that?”
The tone of his voice causes me to gulp and I quickly nod my head.
“I can tell.”
My forehead furrows slightly. How would he know that? Ugh, don’t overthink shit, stay in the moment.
Donovan wastes no time in removing my leggings and getting up close and personal with my newly waxed pussy. And if I wasn’t wet already, I would have been just from his look alone.
“Fuucckkk,” he growls out. “When did you do this?”
He doesn’t even look up at me, just stares, entranced and licking his lips.
“Yesterday,” I gasp, right as he puts his mouth on me.