I damn near died. Every. Fucking. Time. I thought of those, Itsy, Bitsy. Teeny. Weeny. Bikinis. I don’t think I’d been this sexually frustrated since I was a weird freshman in high school going through puberty with a squeaky voice and lanky arms that made me look like that stretchy action figure from the nineties. My hand was my only friend then and now.
I picked her up promptly at seven and I swear this woman stole my breath like she did every time I saw her. I wentsemi-casual with a pair of skinny trousers, a button-down T-shirt, and loafers. I thought I looked good, but nowhere near as good as she did. I wanted to take her back inside and show her all the different ways I thought she was too good for me. I wanted to worship her from now until forever. I knew she wasn’t ready to go past our incredibly hot make-outs that forced me into an ice bath every fucking time.
She was worth all the blue balls though.
I opened all the doors for her and held my hand out to help her into the car, earning me a smile and a little deeper blush each time. God, I loved her smile. If I had to pick a feature though that I could get lost in without fail, then it was her eyes when she smiled at me. Her eyes shined so brightly, so vividly, it was like all the love she held inside shined out from them. They were pools of love that I could dive in and swim forever. I smiled back at her as I closed the door and rounded the car, taking a deep breath and readjusting myself when she couldn’t see. That little evening dress she was wearing was killing me.
I had a feeling I was going to have to try to hide my erection that was growing the more time I spent in her presence, all fucking night and take the coldest shower and ice bath I’d ever taken when I got home.
I knew if anything happened, even just my fucking hand again, that I wouldn’t last long with the way her legs looked in those black pointy heels and the way her dress hugged every dip and curve of her perfectly delicious body. It was a black dress with a high neckline, but it hugged every slope and valley of her figure down to her knees with a slit in the back. She’d taken her hair and pinned it up on top of her head in, what she called, the modern beehive. Whatever she did to it looked amazing andshowed off her slender neck that I wanted to bury my face in and kiss.
Driving to the restaurant on auto-pilot while I tried to calculate how cold my shower got. Because I didn’t think my shower was going to be cold enough if I was this close to making a mess in my pants just sitting next to her and out right ogling her in the dress she’d picked out.
I was going to be in serious trouble long before dessert.
Pulling up to the restaurant, I stepped out immediately before she could open her door. I was determined to be a gentleman tonight, on our first official date. I also selfishly wanted the pleasure of seeing those stunning, shapely legs coming out of the car before anyone else. That was my view and mine alone.
No one else would ever see that sight if I had anything to do or say about it, but I didn’t think that was going to fly with Devin. I handed the valet the keys and quickly opened her door, hand out, ready to help her out of the car. She smiled at me, took my hand, and leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.
“Getting jealous, are we Johnny?” I beamed at her, letting her see every emotion. This view was hers, like she was mine.
“Always,” I growled back, pulling her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it. My gaze turned heated as I looked at her through my lashes, her hand still raised to my lips.
“You’re mine, my Queen. Only I get to see those legs like that.”
Chapter Thirty-Two:
Devin’s POV
He was being quite possessive tonight, but that was to be expected with how much I was already teasing him. I owed a huge thank you to Eddie who helped me pick out a new outfit just for the occasion. Cash had told me tonight our date was special, and I had butterflies since he asked me to go with him. I was trying so hard to figure out what he had planned.
We’d been exclusively seeing each other for a few months and I knew we were getting close to the six-month mark I put on us just being friends, butmy god!The man was amazing. And not just like a few amazing things about him. No. He was all around amazing. He never missed a chance to show me how much he cared for, thought of, or wanted me. And it wasn’t these insanely grand gestures. Though he did like to do them. He’d been showing me in little ways. Like bringing me flowers from the farmers market every Saturday, and how when I had a day off and he had a day off, he’d bring me my coffee and pastry order from Beans Coffee House down the street.
He knew my order by heart, depending on the time of the month. He even brought me all organic pads and tampons in various sizes the first time I cancelled our date because of a rough period. He then had everything else under the sun delivered. Heating pad, pain medication, new nail polish, face masks, and a rubber ducky. He always made me smile.
He was always insanely possessive about being the one to help me out of the car. When my door was opened tonight, the valet was the one reaching for it, but my Johnny had rushed over and stepped in before the poor guy could open the door and holdhis hand out for me. The look on Cash’s face was hungry as he practically ate the sight of my legs up.
Cash truly treated me like his Queen.
He took great pleasure in doing things for me, in making me feel…alive. I’d never felt so…refreshed and ready for whatever life threw at me as I was when I was with him. It was like every single nerve ending was on fire when he touched me, when he looked at me. I was feeling hot under the collar, and was incredibly hopeful that tonight would be the night we took things further than making out.
I was quickly killing Bob with how much of a work out the poor battery-operated buddy was getting almost daily. It was dying fast, like total burn out and even with charging it. Honestly, the way that man kissed me and held me, the heat from his hands running all over my body…I couldn’t stop touching myself after one of our make-out sessions.
The last time we’d been lip-locked was one lazy Saturday afternoon on his couch after a movie we’d just watched. It was drizzling out, and the credits were rolling. My head was resting on his shoulder, when he tipped my chin up to look at me. He saw the lust in my eyes and leaned in, kissing me with a desire that I couldn’t stop. His arms went around my waist as he pulled me onto his lap, making me straddle him. His hands were gripping my ass, as our tongues danced in sync with each other, yet fighting for dominance. He slipped his hands under my shirt and brushed across my stomach and hips, making his way to my back, and pulling me closer to him.
A breathy moan had just escaped my lips when those big, strong hands slipped further under my shirt, making their way up my back, and playing with my lacy bra. My fingerstangled in his hair as I ground my core onto his achingly hard dick through his pants.
We were so lost in each other that we jumped when his front door opened to reveal Calen and Vivienne, waltzing into his living room. Viviene shrieked, looking away while she covered Calen’s eyes.
His head dropped to my chest, and he let out a barely audible growl before we broke apart. Cash looked pissed and Vivienne looked like she was livid that he had someone, even though he had told her before.
On several occasions.
I had to pull my shirt down, and he had to readjust himself before standing up. He kissed my temple, promising to be right back before pulling Vivienne just outside the door to talk with her. He left the door ajar, knowing without me saying anything that I was more comfortable with that. I glanced at Calen who looked slightly embarrassed. Whether it was thanks to what he’d just walked in on, or , because of his mother, I wasn’t sure. Though I had an idea as we heard Cash telling Vivienne, trying to keep his cool, that Calen had a key for after school if she wasn’t able to get him, he could go to his apartment.
“Vivienne,” she stopped talking immediately and silence followed for the longest minute of my life. “You know that I gave Calen that key. It’s for him and his use. Not so you can enter my apartment whenever. I gave it to him. Stop abusing that privilege."
Cash came back in, alone. He went straight to Calen, talking low enough I couldn’t hear, but when Calen nodded, Cash offered to take him to the park or videogames or whateverhe wanted to do. It was the first time I heard Calen speak in front of me.
