Page 43 of Ruined Promises

The website for CrossRoads Vineyard for sure did not do this place justice. It is more breathtaking than I ever imagined, and the smile on Lexi’s face since we arrived made the drive so worth it.

After a supposed quick shower that turned into two orgasms for her and one for me, we are almost ready to explore the property and have a picnic.

The bathroom door opens, revealing Lexi wearing tight black pants, a white top, and an open olive-green button-up shirt. The long, draped necklace brings my attention to her supple breasts.

After our shower, Lexi went searching through her bag, and hot damn, it was like a Mary Poppins bag of never-ending clothes. Was there anything left at her apartment?Maybe she wasn’t kidding when she said she was going to move here.

I’m currently perched on the edge of the bed, rolling up the sleeves to my black dress shirt that I have paired with a pair of dark jeans. I know that Lex loves when I show off the colorful designs inked on my arms. I’ve found her eyes lingering on them more than once, just like they are now. I would definitely feel objectified if it didn’t turn me on so much with the way her eyes darken as she wets her lips.

I push off the bed and stalk over to her. Her back is now to me as she applies color to her lips in the mirror above the dresser. I love the way we look together. Her eyes never leave mine as she drags the tiny stick along her lips, leaving a pale pink color in its wake. I can’t help but imagine dragging my cock over her lips, teasing her.

“Baby, you better stop looking at me like that, or we’re never going to get out of here, and I’m going to have my dessert first.” My voice is low and breathy.

She visibly swallows, and her breathing changes. She spins in my arms and rises to place a kiss on my lips gently and slips out of my grasp before I can deepen the kiss.

“Come on.” She tilts her head toward the door.

I adjust my pants and grab the room key from the top of the dresser, shoving it in my pocket before joining Lex by the door.

We walk hand in hand over the property on our way to the barnlike building where the tastings are held and where the bistro café is located. After tasting eight different wines, Lexi decides on her two favorites, a sauvignon blanc and merlot. We purchase two bottles and a deluxe picnic basket, including an assortment of cheese and crackers, two wineglasses, and a picnic blanket.

I carry everything while Lexi searches for the perfect spot.

“Here is perfect.” She glances over her shoulder at me.

I arch a brow at her, a playful smile on my lips. “Are you sure because you said that about the last three spots we stopped at?”

Lex gives me a look that tells me I should stop talking if I want to survive the weekend. “Yes, Ben, I am sure,” she mocks back before sticking her tongue out at me.

I grab the blanket from the basket and spread it out over the grass before taking a seat. Lexi kicks off her shoes and joins me. I work on getting the wine open while she sets up the food. With it being winter, the grounds are not as crowded as I imagine they would be during warmer months, but the weather is perfect right now. Mother Nature must have taken the day off because I expected it to be much colder than it is.

Lex accepts the glass before leaning back with her palm splayed across the blanket, holding her up. She closes her eyes and soaks in the sunrays beaming down on her. I am distracted by her beauty and end up overflowing my glass.

My commotion causes her to jerk her head up, and she laughs as I fumble to lick the excess dripping down the glass and clean the mess.

“I can clean you up but can’t take you out, I see.” She giggles, hiding behind her wineglass.

Moments later, I’ve cleaned up my mess and place the wine back in the basket.

“Here, try this.” I turn to find Lexi holding a cracker with a slice of cheese on it.

I open my mouth and accept the snack. “Mmmm,” I mumble with a mouth full of food.

“It’s so gouda, right?” Her whole body vibrates as she laughs at her joke.

Once I swallow the last bite, I wash it down with a sip of wine and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “The snackwasdelicious; however, that joke was terrible.”

Lexi’s hand flies to her chest as if shocked by my comment. I am used to her quirky humor, but now, it’s rather cute. And it gets even better under the influence of alcohol, so I know that this will not be her only lousy joke of the weekend or night.

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After dinner at the small restaurant on the premises, we work our way back to the room on the trail lit up with rustic lanterns when we pass the hotel bar. A sign out front reads “Karaoke Night.” I cringe while Lexi’s face beams.Fuck me.

“Oh, come on, Ben, it will be so much fun,” she pleads, batting her eyelashes.

I grumble as I allow her to pull me into the bar. I wince as we hear the sounds of what can only be described as cats dying as we enter the darkened room. The room is no bigger than our conference room. For as empty it was on the premises today, I am shocked to see it busy here. These people must have appeared from nowhere.

I snag us a table and two drinks while Lexi disappeared, claiming that she was finding a restroom; however, the devilish smile upon her face as she sees me afterward tells me that may not have been the case, especially when the guy running the DJ booth calls Lexi to the stage.

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