Chapter Fourteen
Alessandra
Dear God, Joel Kline had a big cock.
I’d felt it on my ass while he “helped” me play mini-golf, and now I saw it outlined in his wet jeans.
He was going to get arrested with that thing, being exposed like that around all these kids. I was genuinely concerned for him right now.
“Staring isn’t helping, you know.” His voice was lower, and I knew he was having a hard time trying to control it with me staring at it like it was a yummy corn dog at the state fair.
“Did you take a Viagra or something? I’m pretty sure it’s been like an hour that you’ve been erect,” I whispered to him as we moved to the next portion of our date. I suggested we try laser tag, because it was dark and he’d have to move around, hopefully helping his situation.
“Nope. All you, crazy. I’m starting to think we really are like Harley Quinn and Joker.” He shook his head and we went into the room with the gear.
“Are you with me? Or against me?” He reached over to the two different color-coded chest armors. My mind was still on his hard-on, but I managed to answer him without too much delay.
“Against. Gotta lay the smackith down on your ass.” I was feeling cool, and thought this would be fun. I’d played with Jenson before; he liked it. Of course, I wasn’t thirteen like him, but I could still pull out my inner Charlie’s Angels if I needed to. And right now, it was needed.
Joel smiled and suited up. I did the same, and he was just so sweet to help me get it over my head and boobs. A real gentleman, he was.
The instructor went over the rules and then separated us into two rooms.
When the light on the wall turned green, my blue team all ran into the blacklight-lit room and headed for cover. I went another way, hiding behind the columns to scope out the red team. I didn’t see Joel but I had that sixth sense that he was around me. Slowly I crept around and then spotted some red.
Gotcha! I managed to get a few kids before one kid took me down. I had to wait fifteen seconds before my laser was ready to shoot again, so I tried to hide it out.
As soon as the blue light on my chest stopped blinking, I was good to go.
Then Joel found me. He got me square in the chest. I wasn’t going to wait around so he could get me again, so I took off running, laughing and feeling like a teenager again.
We shot each other back and forth, and managed to get taken down by other kids in the room. I also didn’t notice that there was a ramp in the room, so when I started going up and scanning for Joel, I felt like I was super-badass for managing to find him. But then that ramp started going down, and I fell to my knees.
Skidding down the ramp in true Charlie’s Angels style, I held my gun out and shot Joel in my descent. The look on his face was priceless. I totally had rug burn on my knees from that move, and it was a total accident, but I turned it into a win for me.
When I stood up to try and compose myself a little, I was plastered against the wall and Joel’s lips were crashing upon mine before I had time to blink.
The gun fell from my hand which went to his neck, lacing my fingers through his hair.
He kissed me like he had no other need in the world. It was purely primal. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I sought to match his passion.
This kiss was forever tattooed on my brain. I felt light, like a feather, as if his lips and my grip on his neck were the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. But the more we explored each other’s kiss, the more the burn began to escalate. I’d kissed him in a moment of weakness, driven by hormones. This was something entirely different, and I knew I’d never be able to come back from this moment.
The lights came on and the buzzer sounded, letting us know the game had ended, and we needed to leave the room.
“Get a room, guys,” some teenager sneered at us and we parted our lips, just looking at each other.
“So much for slow.” I smirked, but we both knew I had no problems whatsoever with that kiss.
“Your smile was so beautiful; I had no other choice.” He leaned in and pressed one soft kiss to my lips before taking a step back.
We walked together in silence back to the room and took off our gear. We decided on bowling next; it would probably be the end to our night since we had to get up early for work tomorrow. We were past the years of wanting to stay up all night. We laughed, while we casually bowled, about how age changed us. We no longer wanted to get drunk and sleep until noon. Even when I tried to sleep in, I only made it to 8:00 a.m. I also didn’t recover from getting drunk like I used to—a drink here and there was all I needed to feel content.
When our date was over, and Joel took me home, I debated seeing if he wanted to come inside and take things further, even though I said I wanted slow.
We reached the door and I turned to say something to him, but he pressed his lips to mine gently. It wasn’t the type of kiss that led to wild sex against the door. It was the type of kiss that promised more.
“See you tomorrow,” he murmured against my lips, the fake beard tickling my chin.
