“Alright.” I ease myself onto the hammock.
The canvas stretches beneath me and sways lightly under my weight.
She crouches beside me, camera raised.
“I want you in here with me,” I growl.
She smirks and slides in beside me. I shift back slightly to give her room.
“We could get in trouble out here.” She rests her hands on my torso, fingertips pressing lightly against my ribs.
I glance at her, sliding her hair away from her face. “I’d take that risk.”
I kiss her. Slow. Gentle. Long.
We don’t go any further, but the next two hours swinging together feel like time itself has slowed. And I’m disappointed when it’s time to adult again. Before I know it, I’m tying an apron around my waist, and the ladies trickle into the kitchen.
The lesson begins, and I move through the motions.
Round two, and my eyes keep finding her. Every tilt of her head, every subtle smile, pulls me in.
At one point, I see her reach for a blade.
“Careful with that knife,” I say automatically.
She smirks. “Always careful.”
I shake my head, smiling. “Not nearly enough.”
And I’m thinking of all the moments this weekend we’ve gambled on. Daring each other.
Teasing in public.
Not getting caught.
The lesson concludes, and the dining room fills up. I always aim not to take the center stage here. It’s about connection, and letting the women connect.
I’m grateful when I first feel Shay’s knee bump mine.
It’s slight—a brush. Electric.
I keep my eyes on my plate as her foot finds mine. Then she’s closer and her ankle hooks around my leg, staying there, warmth against me, making me aware of everything.
“Nine o’clock feels so far away.” Jaclyn drops her napkin on her plate.
“What’s at nine?” Shay’s hand lands on my lap.
Her fingers curl around my thigh.
So fucking close to my cock.
“Our Valentine's event.” Jaclyn picks up her wine, pausing before she takes a sip. “It’s the highlight.”
Her fingers inch ever so slightly to my inner thigh, and I feel everything I’ve been holding back snap. My cock twitches against my restraint, and I lose my fight to stay composed.
I stand. Probably too abruptly.
“Ohh, that’s the fire pits out back.” Shay grins up at me.
