Page 24 of Love Under Protection

Raylynn slips her arm around mine, and we follow the two lovebirds to Hoku’s.

Our table is ready when we arrive, and the hostess escorts us to the back patio that overlooks the ocean. I fully expect Olivia to take a seat near her husband, but she quickly pulls Raylynn to her side.

“Guess we’re sitting together,” Jameson states the obvious, taking the chair across from Olivia. “Don’t try to hold my hand or grab my junk. Keep your hands to yourself,” he deadpans.

“God, you’re such a fucker. Is your junk tender? Too much action? Can’t handle it?”

Olivia blushes, Raylynn snickers.

“Never.” Jameson shakes his head.

If these two have some kind of plan to keep me from seducing Raylynn during dinner, they’ve clearly underestimated my talents. I’ve got no problem playing footsie with her.

For good measure, I lean back with the menu in my hands, pretending to be giving it a good look over while I slowly move my foot in her direction. Over the top of my menu, I notice her startle when I make contact. She squirms in her seat and I raise a brow. Jameson and Olivia are oblivious at the moment.

It’s me who nearly blows our cover when she unexpectedly reaches under the table and grabs my leg.

The humor dancing in her eyes has my cock beating against my zipper.

“You okay over there, man?” Jameson eyes me suspiciously.

Raylynn is ready to burst out in laughter.

“Peachy.” I play it off by taking another drink of the water on the table.

Lucky for me, I’m saved by our waiter’s arrival.

With the first round of drinks on deck and appetizers ordered, small talk ensues. I didn’t miss that Raylynn is sticking to ginger ale tonight, so I make a note to limit my drink intake too. Solidarity and all that jazz.

Jameson and I are busy talking about a new project at The Mason Center, the special needs school and therapy center that Olivia launched not all that long ago; when I notice Olivia lean in and quietly ask Raylynn a question.

Raylynn nearly spits out her soda and passionately shakes her head ‘no’.

“What are you two up to over there?” I question.

“Nothing,” they answer in unison.

Jameson looks at me and snickers. “I think they’re lying.”

“Me too.” That’s okay, though. I’m willing to bet that I can weasel it out of her later.

The hours fly by, and the drinks are flowing, for Olivia and Jameson. Raylynn and I soak it in and enjoy their shenanigans.

By the time they’re ready to leave, I’m rock hard and tempted to take Raylynn in the elevator. Judging by the way her hands are all over me, she’s struggling too.

Olivia and Jameson exit on the second floor with a wave. The doors close, and Raylynn looks up at me.

“Your room or mine?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yours. It’s closer.”

I pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her off the elevator and to my room. I sit her down long enough to pull the key card from my front pocket and unlock the door.

She takes my hand and drags me inside, letting the door slam behind us.

“I do believe you promised me something,” I remind her.

Raylynn smiles wickedly and slides the straps on her dress down her arms, letting it float to the floor. She’s completely bare, nothing but a pair of fuck-me heels left on her feet.

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