Page 14 of When I Found You

“Yes, sir,” I answer him honestly. “Only plan on having one, maybe two, beers. If I have any more than that, we’ll grab an Uber. Can always go get my truck tomorrow.”

“That’s my boy.”

“I was taught well. No need to drink and drive,” I assure him. “You sure you’re going to be okay on your own tonight?”

“I’m fine, feeling much better. Don’t worry about me. I won’t wait up for you.”

“Sounds good, Pops,” I tell him as I stand up. I wanted to stop at a florist on the way to Stacey’s and pick up some flowers. “I think I’m going to get out of here, I don’t want to be late.”

“Night, Peyton.” He pauses. “Don’t forget to wrap it up,” he says on a laugh. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Only learned from the best, old man,” I retort before I walk out the door, shaking my head at his brashness.

I love the relationship I have with my dad. He’s never been coy when it came to talking to me about women and sex. He knew I was going to grow up to be a horny teenage boy and man, so no sense in trying to shelter me from it. He taught meto always respect women, but also the importance that comes from learning how to pleasure them. As much as I shun the idea of a serious relationship, I’m still a red-blooded man who enjoys sex and spending time with a woman. I just don’t like the commitment and vulnerability that comes with a relationship.

I pull into the first flower shop I drive past and head inside to find something for Stacey. I look through the arrangements available in the coolers and find one with vibrant fall colors filled with different kinds of flowers. I grab it and take it up to the register.

“Will this be all for you today, sir?” the young teen girl behind the counter asks as she rings me up.

“Do you have a vase that these will fit into? I’m not sure if she has one.”

“Sure, do you have a color preference or will a clear vase work?”

“Whatever you recommend,” I tell her, as I know nothing about flowers.

“This one will work perfect.” She sets a clear vase on the counter.

“Thanks.”

“Your total today is forty-four dollars and thirty-nine cents.” I pull my card from my wallet and slip it into the chip reader. “Would you like me to wrap these up or arrange them in the vase for you?”

“If you could arrange them in the vase, that would be great,” I reply, entering my pin before pulling my card from the machine and putting it back into my wallet. She makes quick work of arranging the flowers in the vase, then adding water and some powder stuff to it before bringing the vase back to the counter and handing it over to me.

“I’ve already added in some food for the flowers but attached an extra packet of it that can be added in a few days to help keepthem alive a little longer. Here’s a box to place them in to keep the vase from tipping over while you drive.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, have a great day,” she says as I walk out.

I get to my truck and place the box in the passenger seat. The box was a good idea, but I still keep my hand on the box while I drive. I don’t want it tipping over and ruining the arrangement before I can deliver it to Stacey.

Fifteen minutes later, thanks to traffic, I turn into Stacey’s complex parking lot and pull into the same spot I parked in last night. Checking the clock, I see I made it a few minutes early. I grab the flowers and jump out of my truck, then walk the thirty or so feet to her door and rap my knuckles against it.

It takes a minute before I hear the lock slide and the door open.

“Hey,” she says, and my jaw nearly hits the ground.

“Hi,” I finally reply after I’ve gotten my fill of her sexy-as-fuck body that’s on full display for me. She wasn’t lying when she said she knew just what to wear tonight. Then I remember the flowers in my hand, and hold them out. “These are for you.”

She’s wearing a little white dress that comes up to her shoulders but doesn’t cover them. It stops about mid-thigh, showing off her toned, tanned legs. She’s got on a pair of cowboy boots to finish off the look, and fuck, if I’m not thinking about how good it would feel to have those legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass as I thrust into her. Her hair is down and cascading in the same waves as it was last night, and my fingers itch to run through it.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful,” she says as she accepts the vase. “You can come in, I’ll go set them down.”

She steps away from the door and I follow after her, shutting the door behind me. I keep myself from walking too far into her place, knowing that if I do, we might not make it out of here. Mydick is already hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through tonight.

“Ready?” she asks as she comes back around the corner.

“Yep.” I reach for her hand. “Do you need anything?” I ask, looking around for a coat or purse or bag of some kind.

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