Page 3 of Forrest
“You wanna take me into town? Have breakfast with me?”
She looks me in the eyes. My heart melts. I know with every single cell in my body that this is the woman of my dreams. The girl I’m gonna marry. The one I’ve been waiting for. Searching for. The other half of my soul.
“Yes,” I say, kissing her softly on the cheek and then stepping back. Giving her space. Obviously, she’s going through something and I don’t want to take advantage. The best things in life are worth waiting for. And me and Skye have all the time in the world. “Sounds like a date.”
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Skye
The diner Forresttakes me to is like something out of a time capsule. I didn’t even know places like this still exist. It’s like I’m walking into a set from a 1960s TV show.
Red and white striped Formica tables. A cluster of men wearing dirty overalls and even dirtied hats all lined up at the counter. Coffee and plates in front of them. Grunting and talking and all of them turning around as soon as I step through the door. Looking at me like I’m an alien that’s just landed outside in my spacecraft. Three heads and green skin and a sign on my head that says ‘take me to your leader’.
I hear Forrest make a low growling sound behind me and suddenly the men turn back to their food and start minding their own business.
A friendly-looking middle-aged lady in an old-fashioned uniform, complete with apron, waves across at us. Forrest takes me by the elbow and guides me to a booth.
The feel of his hand on my skin sends shivers down my spine.
I can’t believe Uncle Pete didn’t tell me about the drop-dead gorgeous man living in the cabin next door. Although, I guess he probably doesn’t think of him that way. To Pete, Forrest is probably just the huge, strong man who happens to chop wood early in the morning near his cabin. Maybe they fish together. Sit outside in the cool mountain air sipping beers and watching the blue sky turn dark as their lines bob and float in the water.
The server comes over with a pot of coffee in her hand. She puts it on the table before us. “The usual,” Forrest says, “times two.”
I scowl at him.
“What?”
“You ordered for me!” I say, although, in all honesty, it doesn’t bother me half as much as I think it should. In fact, it’s kind of nice, having him take charge.
“Trust me,” he smiles. “You said you wanted me to take you for breakfast. Well, this is it.”
“But what if I don’t like what you ordered?”
He pours himself a cup of coffee. “Then you’re crazy.”
“Hmmm…” My phone starts beeping uncontrollably. Providing me with the perfect excuse to turn my attention to something other than the six-foot-four giant sitting across from me. The longer I look at him, the more I want to rip his clothes off and sink my teeth into his sexy, rugged flesh.
I can feel his eyes on me as I skim through my messages. But I don’t look up. It feels good to have him looking at me. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stick up. My scalp tingles. Like a real live ASMR show. My pussy's so wet it’s all I can do to stop myself from pushing my hand into my panties and stroking my clit. Right here in the diner. Sitting across from him.
I wonder whether he’d like that?
Would he help?
Or would he watch?
Undo his zipper. Jerk off across the table from me. Fisting his long, hard cock as we look into each other's eyes.
Oh, God,I think.What is this man doing to me?
I’ve only just met him, and I’m already fantasizing about his dick.
Cassy: Hey, girl! WTF! Where the heck are you?
Cassy: Call me, biatch xxx
Cassy: You’re really scaring me now. Let me know everything’s okay.
Cassy: Dylan’s a major asshole. You’re too good for him.
