Page 37 of Bound by Family
“Good.” I slide my glasses off and hook them on my shirt, not wanting any deterrents from seeing Bristyl fully.
“I feel bad you had to drive so far.”
“I’m the one who suggested this, remember?” What I don’t tell her is I would have driven all the way down if I needed to.
The urge to wrap her in my arms becomes overwhelming, and I give in to it, pulling her to me and pressing her head against my chest. She wraps her arms around my waist and latches her hands together behind my back. When she lets out a deep sigh, I rest my cheek on top of her head. Contentment fills me for the first time ever.
I inhale her branding, her flowery smell, into my memory and enjoy this moment.
After a hard squeeze, I pull back, looking down at her. Her blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight, almost like they’re dancing. Bristyl licks her plump bottom lip, and as much as I tell myself to hold back, that I won’t take it too far this time, I can’t help myself. The need and desire are too much.
Our lips connect as she brings her hands to the front of my T-shirt and grips it tight. She doesn’t protest, but it takes her a moment to kiss me back. Once she does, fire, flames, and ignition take over. I can’t get enough of her.
She opens her mouth, and I take that as my invitation, sliding my tongue inside, tasting her, savoring her. My dick jumps to attention, and as our bodies touch, I have no doubt she feels it from her shivers. She doesn’t blink, though. No, she continues to give as good as she’s getting. Then she heaves for breath, and as much as it pains me, I pull back, allowing her to get oxygen into her body. With my forehead on hers, I suck in my own gulps.
That’s it. In my gut, I knew at the rally that if I took a taste of her, that would be it. Called it.
Her sweetness is an aphrodisiac that I want more and more of. Her eyes looking at me like I just gave her the world, when it was only one kiss, is it. I feel it inside my chest, and I won’t deny it.
Fuck it. She may be too good for my world, but fuck it. She has no idea what she’s opened up. It’s too late now.
“Wow.” She clutches my shirt tighter like she wants to hold on to me for a bit longer. I feel the same, but only my arms are around her body. “That was quite a hello.”
“Yeah, beautiful. I’ve been waiting a damn long time for that.”
“Me, too,” she whispers. Then she gets up on her tiptoes and places a soft kiss on my lips. “Let’s go eat.”
Eating is the last thing on my mind, but that’s what we came for. To eat and talk, and we’ll do it even if it kills me.
I grip her hand as she moves around me to walk into the diner, then lace our fingers together. Her skin is soft, warm, and damn perfect.
I lift our connected hands and kiss the top of hers. Her soft smile hits me deep.
Holding hands, we walk to the building that has a small sign that reads:The Café. When I looked it up, it boasts about being a mom and pop shop. Judging from the yellow concrete blocks on the outside and windows with curtains, I can say that’s right. The doors to the place are over on each side instead of the front. Going in, I hold the door for Bristyl and let her go in front of me.
“Sit anywhere,” a waitress calls out.
The place is definitely a throwback to the sixties or seventies. A light green color vinyl covers the booths with a flower pattern on the back. Wallpaper with the same flowers cover the walls, as well. There’s a bar area where one person sits eating. We find a seat away from everyone and climb in, which forces me to let go of her hand so she can slide into the booth.
An older waitress comes to the table wearing tan pants, a white shirt, and a green apron. She hands us a menu that’s just a laminated sheet of paper with writing on both sides.
“What can I get y’all to drink?”
I look at Bristyl and wait for her answer.
“Diet Coke please.”
“And you?”
“Coke’s fine.”
“Got it. Be back in a few.”
Bristyl picks up her menu and begins to read it. Me, I watch her every movement. She almost feels like a mirage, like if I blink or move wrong, she’ll disappear. After lying in bed for so many nights, talking and thinking about her, this seems surreal.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Not a damn thing.” I leave out how, for the first time in my life, shit feels right.
