Chapter 19 #2
She settles in as I pull toward the main road, then glances at me before flipping the radio station to some popular song I think I’ve heard blasting over store speakers before.
The kitschy tune irritates me. And when she starts quietly singing the words incredibly off pitch under her breath, I bite back a laugh. It’s so bad.
“What?” she asks, a fierce look on her face.
“Keep singing.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
She tries to pull her hand back, but I don’t let her.
“Actually, I’m fucking loving it.”
Her dark brown hair falls over her shoulder as she tilts her head at me. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s nice to see you be terrible at something.”
With a giggle, she jerks her arm away, only to slap mine. Not hard. But enough that I finally release my chuckle that matches hers.
I reach across the car as she attempts to cross her arms. I shove one finger between her balled-up fist and force her to touch me that way. Even when I need to put the car in park, I reach with my opposite hand to do so. All because I refuse to let go.
“You’re ridiculous,” she laughs.
I angle her chin toward me. Color flushes up her cheeks, and it’s insanely attractive on her alabaster skin. “Do not open your door. I’ve got it. Okay?”
As if she’s stunned speechless, all she does is nod.
When I offer my hand as she steps out of the car, she studies it like it may be tainted with germs. My heart beats harder, wondering if she’ll reject me. But she doesn’t.
Who knew that I’d get fucking butterflies just from holding a girl’s hand at my age?
“What is this place?”
“I’ll show you,” I say, glancing at the faded sign now melded into the crumbling brick.
As I lead her around to the back, she doesn’t hesitate. Even when I show her the sneaky way I’ve been getting inside through the roof. The maintenance door was easy to force open. Now, it’s where I go to pretend I have something worth fighting for after graduation.
She coughs as we reach the bare storage room, and I flip on my phone’s flashlight.
“My grandparents owned it.” It’s the only thing that’s ever been mine. Or could be.
“Is it…a restaurant?”
When I open the kitchen door, still loaded up with ancient appliances, her jaw drops.
“Wow! Is this yours?”
“Not, um, not yet?”
I can see a cloud ghost over her forehead, so I snag her hand and lead her into the nicer dining room. Inches of dust coat the metal tables and chairs scattered around. And the counter with an old cash register.
“It was hopping back in the day,” I tell her proudly. “I’ve never shown anyone before.”
“Why me?”
Pulling her closer, I gaze into her eyes that sparkle in the dim light. “Because you’ll be my wife. In just a few days.” I don’t think I’ve ever been as nervous as I am right now.
“A few days,” she whispers, her fingers inching up my coat, then clinging to it like it steadies her.
A blaze of heat flares between us, and before I know it, I’m on her. Or she’s on me. Or we’re on each other. Colliding in flames.
She’s in my arms, legs scraping for any hold on my lower back. Nails like knives in my neck. Whimpered mewls crawl up her throat that make me rock hard. I set her ass on the counter behind us, shoving between the cradle of her thighs. Seeking connection. Chasing relief I won’t get without her.
My coat’s gone, then hers. Fingers threaded through hair. Pulling. Biting lips. Panting breaths. Pressing my forehead to hers so I can get a second to think. Her hands shakily rip down my zipper.
We’re doing this.
This is it.
It’s been years. And it’s not just the time that’s making my tip leak with urgency.
It’s this woman in front of me.
Fumbling with her jeans, I almost retreat in frustration during the war between her tiny buttons and my stupid, thick fingers. She slaps my hand away, then helps me loosen them. I jerk the denim down her thighs as she flares mine wide open.
The warmth of her palm caresses my cock over my boxers, then fishes it out. I grunt with relief as she gives it a stroke.
“Fuck! I forgot condoms, but I’m clean. I swear.”
Her eyes search mine, back and forth. “I don’t want to. Not all the way… I told you.”
Right. Babies…
With a hungry growl, I lower myself between her thighs and pull her onto my face.
Squealing, she falls back against the glass top, tugging on my hair. Thighs wrapping around my head until I can’t hear a thing but the pounding of my wanton pulse inside my skull.
My lips clamp down on her clit as she writhes against my face. Hands gripping the soft globes of her ass, I pull her even closer, then reach for my cock. In rhythm with the flicks of my tongue, I languidly stroke myself. Eyes squeezed shut, dragging it out.
She tastes exactly as I thought she would. Better.
It’s not even soap or the scent of her clothes or perfume. No. Beneath all of that, Scout is intoxicating.
Squeezing the end of my cock so I don’t explode too fast, I use my free hand and delve one finger inside her. She grips my forearm, and I still.
“Too much?” I ask, breathless and reckless, my mind almost blown with bliss. She’s suffocating me with her thighs, but who needs to breathe at a time like this?
“No. You’re just… Everything is so big.”
I chuckle and ease my finger out, then shove it back in while jerking myself in time. She yelps, her gaze crashing into mine. I grin against her, add a second finger, loosening a cry from her lungs.
“I can’t… I can’t orgasm. Not here… Not like this.”
My eyebrow pinch. “Huh?” I mumble into her pussy, licking up everything she’s giving me.
“It’s just—the atmosphere. My brain. It won’t stop.”
Her thoughts are racing. I can see them across her face. But her body is responding, focused on one goal. And I’m about to make it happen.
“Yes, you can.”
Scout not getting off? No. Not happening.
It was my new mission in life. If she thinks she can’t finish with my tongue on her clit and my fingers inside her? She’s wrong. And I need to introduce her to a new world. No matter how long this takes.
Adding in some sucks with the flicks, some humming action and hooking my fingers inside her, I find the spot. One that bends her feet as her groan deepens and bows her back like a cat.
“Oh, yes!”
“That’s my girl…right there.” I don’t ease up. “Be good and come for me. All over my face.”
She grips my neck and, as if she can’t take the height of her ecstasy anymore, grinds her pussy on my chin, my nose… Everywhere. I hold firm.
An angelic sound slips from between her lips. Just like it did that night in the chair at the tattoo shop.
It’s impossible to hold back. Pleasure rips through me—sharp, messy, unavoidable—spilling into my fist as my whole body locks around it.
Scout drops onto her back, breaths tearing out of her as she stares, dazed, at the tiled ceiling above. Pride beams within my chest.
I fucking did that.
“Thought you couldn’t,” I say, holding back a grin. As she gazes at me with half-lidded eyes, I lick my fingers, savoring her wetness coating every one.
“I didn’t think I could.”
When she sits up, I lean in and place an arm on either side of her. Our noses touch. “That’s the last time you’ll say that when I’m around.”
She grows unusually quiet.
A minute passes as our eyes search one another. This will be my wife. My lifelong partner. And I’ve just shown her a piece of me I never even wanted to share with anyone else. For fear they’d make fun of me. Or dismiss it. They’d say I couldn’t do this. Or shouldn’t.
But she let me taste her for the first time here. In my dream place.
She’ll be the mother of our children.
“How’s your brain now?” I ask, adjusting my situation, then helping her pull her jeans back on. Offering her my hand, she hops down from the counter and dusts off her palms.
There’s a lazy grin covering her face. Glassy eyes. Hair a fucking mess, and the scent of us still lingering in the air.
“Quiet. For once.”
“Glad I could be of help. And after our ceremony this week, things can get even better.” My voice toys with the underlying meaning.
She narrows her eyes and tightens her lips.
“You’re still not having sex with me.”
All I do is give her a knowing smirk and a little shrug.
If she’s feeling the same, she’s having a hard time resisting me as much as I am her.
Breathing her in, I tap her nose with mine.
“Sure thing, tulip.” I smile, knowing I’m going to change her mind. “See you at our wedding.”