Page 42 of Here In Your Arms

“I was willing to split it,” she says outside after we pay.

“I am happy to pay for it. Anytime we go out, I want you to feel spoiled, so let me treat you. Okay?”

“Okay, but once in a while, you’ll have to let me do the same.”

“Promise.”

Her delighted smile doesn’t fade until we get to her car. She turns and leans her back against the driver’s door slightly and looks at me.

“Thank you for lunch.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” I tell her, moving my body close so we’re almost touching.

Her smile fades as a hunger takes over her face. Searching my face, she dips her eyes to my lips and back, so I take the cue and lean in close. As her mouth tips up, ready for me, I bypass it and put my mouth next to her ear.

“Next time all the pleasure will be yours,” I say huskily into her ear.

She shivers and I lick the outside edge of her ear lightly before pulling back and meeting her lips with my own. A soft moan escapes both of us, as though we’re pulled together, and the satisfaction is more than we can handle. Her lips fit mine perfectly, and we explore each other. Our tongues tangle and her hand skates up my arm to my head and she grabs my hair gently. My body is screaming for me to take her, press against her softness, and fill her with me. This isn’t the time or the place, so I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers.

“I cannot wait to show you my plans,” I tell her again.

“Looking forward to it.”

I reach around her to open her door, and we say our goodbyes. My feet take me back to my car after she drives off and I can tell I’ve got a goofy smile on my face.

Thank fuck Wes found her at the bar. She’s fuckin’ perfect for us.

As I start my car, I check my rearview window and I swear for a second I see Baldie from the bar staring out of a window at the diner. When I whip my head around to look, whoever it was is gone. Shifting my car into gear, I shake him from my thoughts and focus on how good her naked body is going to feel next to mine.

Chapter 15

Wes

I’m just about tingling with excitement, and we still have some time before Rory gets here. We’ve been exchanging text messages daily and when Kyle told me about their time at the diner, I decided we need the opportunity to try to feast at the Diner of Rory. Cheesy? Yes. I don’t care, though; I’m dying to get my hands on her and hear all those perfect sounds come from her beautiful mouth.

Kyle is in charge of snacks tonight, so I’ve been frantically cleaning every surface I can find. I even changed our sheets and the sheets on the guest bed. Not sure if an overnight is in the cards, but in case it is, I want her to have her own space if she needs it. Hopefully she’ll snuggle up in Kyle and I’s oversized bed, though. I give the mirror in the bathroom one last wipe down and put away the cleaning supplies.

When I walk into the kitchen, Kyle’s nerves are showing through the sheer volume of snacks he’s procured and has on display. He got three different chips, two dips, three kinds of candy, yogurt dipped pretzels, chocolate dipped pretzels, vegetables, fruit, two varieties of Cheetos, two pies, and all the fixings for ice cream sundaes. Rearranging the veritable feast before him, he finally nods in satisfaction. Looking up, he meets my eyes and I guarantee I’m not hiding my amusement as well as I think I am.

“I don’t think we have enough food,” I tell him.

He looks panicked. “Should I go get something else? I was worried we didn’t have enough cheese flavor options. I knew I should have done a charcuterie board!”

Chuckling, I walk over and take his hands in mine. “Love, it’s perfect. We don’t need a Shark Coochie board.” I tell him.

“It’s charcuter—”

I hold my finger to his lips. “Shhhh… just go with it.”

He finally cracks and gives me a smile with a small eye roll. I pull him in for a kiss and he comes with no resistance. Before I can pull away from what was meant to be a reassuring kiss, Kyle’s arms wrap around me and hold me close, his tongue exploring my mouth while mine teases his. I can feel him hardening as we kiss, and I can’t resist rolling my hips ever so subtly against him. My dick is straining against my pants and I can’t help but seek out friction. Groaning, he pulls away.

“You are temptation wrapped up in a bow, aren’t you?”

I shrug with a smile. “That’s why you love me.”

“One of many reasons,” he confirms with a kiss to the tip of my nose.

Once released, we both adjust ourselves, then move to the living room to ensure there’s an adequate supply of pillows and blankets. Kyle likes to be cozy and comfortable when we do movie nights, so I made sure to grab some extras in case Rory is similar. I’d hate for Kyle to get labeled as a blanket hog this early on. Even though he is.

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