“Sorry, I’m just excited.”
“Good,” he said, taking the freeway entrance towards Denver. “I’m excited, too.”
We drove hand-in-hand down the freeway towards the city, and I couldn’t help but to fall into a blissful moment of pure adoration for the scenery around us. Spring was green in Colorado, and everywhere I looked, lush, thriving plants and trees dotted the roadway.
“It’s so beautiful here,” I mused, resting my forehead against the cool glass of the window. “You could have just taken me on a drive to see all the pretty trees and I would have been just as happy.”
“Yeah?” said Jayce. “Are you sure you want to bet on that?”
I looked over, and then reached my hand over to rest it on his thigh. I kept it there for a moment, allowing my fingers to linger on his leg, and a moment later my hand slipped further in towards the lump in his jeans.
“Hey now.” Jayce’s eyes went wide and he looked down at his lap as if he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, but even as my hand rested there, I felt him grow with unconscious temptation.
“Just drive,” I said, unzipping his pants so I could slip my hand between the fabric of his boxers and take hold of him. “Just keep your eyes on the road, Jayce.”
“Macey,” Jayce warned with a shake of his head, but he didn’t brush me off, and he didn’t tell me to stop. A small breath of air slipped between his teeth as his hips pushed up to meet my hand. I felt powerful, suddenly. Sexy, like a goddess I always knew was there inside but hadn’t been found until now. Jayce moaned, tightening his grip on the wheel, but his eyes didn’t waver from the road as my hand pleasure him, making him ache for me, lust for me.
Just before Jayce was about to come, I leaned over in the seat and wrapped my lips around his penis, stroking my tongue over his shaft until he came, entire body releasing in a controlled but pleasurable shutter.
“Jesus Christ,” Jayce breathed as he buttoned his pants back up, one hand still on the wheel. “I have never, in all my life, experienced that before.”
“You know what?” I said. “Me either. But I kind of liked it. What about you?”
“I think it’s safe to say that that was the sexiest thing I have ever had done to me.”
“Good. That’s what I was aiming for.” With a satisfied smirk, I grabbed Jayce’s hand and held it as he continued to drive. Fortunately, we weren’t far, and it was only a couple of minutes later, right outside the bustling city of Denver, that Jayce stopped. We were at the docks, where boats were parked on the lake.
“Are you ready for our date?” Jayce asked, parking the car. I felt nervous suddenly, but I knew it was because I had no hint about what was coming. If he’d been planning this at all, I hadn’t a clue.
“I guess so,” I said with a smile. Jayce got out of the car and went around to the passenger’s door to open it for me. I stepped out and we went to the trunk for our bags. He tried to carry mine as well as his, but I slung it over my back before he could grab it, raising my eyebrows at him.
“Thank you, but I can carry my own bag.”
“I know you can,” Jayce said patiently, tugging the backpack from my shoulders. “But I would like to. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“If you haven’t figure it out already, there’s nothing about me that screams classy,” I said with a chuckle. “So don’t feel like you need to act gentlemanly.”
Instead of dignifying this with an answer, Jayce wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked together down the parking lot and towards the docks.
“Now are you going to tell me what we’re doing here?” I hissed. “What’s with all the boats?”
Before Jayce could answer, a jolly-looking overweight man with a mustache and a kind smile came out of the tiny office on the dock and walked towards us with one hand extended. Jayce stepped up and shook it so, not knowing what else to do, I shook it, too.
“Gregory?” the man asked, and Jayce nodded, reaching for the clipboard the man held out. He signed his name on a sheet of paper and handed it back, nodding at the man.
“Everything ready to go?”
“Just as you asked for, sir. Our best man Jack will be your sailor tonight.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jeffreys,” Jayce said, and just like that the man hurried off, scuttling back to his office in a similar way a short crab might scuttle back to shore.
“Okay,” I said, swiveling my head to look at Jayce. “Did he just call yousir?”
“Apparently, I’m a sir here,” he said with a shrug, securing my hand in his as we started to walk again, down the dock, towards an even larger line of even bigger sailboats boats.
“If you’re a sir, can I be a madam? I know I said I wasn’t classy, but people can change.”
“As you wish, madam.”
