Page 92 of Touch in the Dark

“What about Doris?”

“No,” I say, drawing the word out and grabbing my drink. That, I am not looking forward to. If I do follow up on this and meet him, I’m going to have to tell her what I did. That is playing on my mind right now. I don’t want to go behind her back, but I also don’t want to stress her out while she’s recovering. I hate lying but I’m mostly convinced it’s the right thing to do.

Elsa more or less repeats what I’m thinking. Even if she is still a little angry with my grandma for keeping this from me. I know why Doris did it. For her to hate him as much as she does, she must have known Derrick was married when he got mom pregnant. Elsa listens to me as I tell her all of this, getting everything off my chest.

Our Taco’s arrive and we get another margarita. The bar starts to get busier, people obviously coming in for the food. There is nothing pretentious about this place though, there are a few people barefoot. Like the name implies. Elsa has slipped off her shoes again too and is sitting cross legged as she finishes the last bite of her Taco. We change the subject as the sky starts to darken and I tell her about our break from working, mine and Archer’s plans to head out on the Kentucky Bourbon Trail in a few weeks, which she is more excited about than I am. I nearly invite her, but manage to reign myself in, for Archer’s sake. He’ll kill me if I do that.

“You’re coming to Jordan’s Christmas thing, right?” I ask after the server brings us another drink. I’m pretty sure at this point driving home is a bit dicey. But I don’t stop, just switch to beer.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Dad is meeting me here in a couple of days so I can catch up with him. I’ll drop in on mom before I go back to New York too, so I can spend the holidays there.”

“What about Christmas day?” I ask, not liking the idea of her alone in Remi’s huge house.

“Jenna and Adam invited me over.”

When I see Adam, which I’m sure will be tomorrow, I’ll get myself invited. Archer will be with his family and Doris told me there is a party at the facility she’s staying at, saying she will see me on Christmas eve, but I’ll drop in on her there too. I notice Elsa side-eyeing me as I’m thinking but I just grin. As the place picks up, I decide not to risk being spotted and suggest another quick walk on the beach. Elsa agrees, I pay, after an argument about splitting the bill, then we head down to the beach. Elsa doesn’t bother putting her shoes back on. I slip off mine and my socks and roll the bottom of my jeans up as best as I can.

“Are you warm enough?” I ask her.

“After the last few weeks in New York, this is practically tropical,” she laughs.

We walk along the sand in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. The day is drawing to a close, but I don’t really want it to end. I feel like we’ve taken some steps forward here today, even if it’s been surreal. As Elsa moves around some rocks on the sand, she gets closer to me, so I decide to make a move and brush our hands, before slipping my fingers around hers. She already let me kiss her, so I don’t think this is pushing it too much. When she doesn’t pull her hand away, I relax.

It's starting to get dark, so I gently tug her towards the water’s edge before we need to turn back. We stand with our feet in the surf.

“Oh look, dolphins,” Elsa points out to the water.

I look where she is pointing and spot the pod diving in and out of the water. Elsa laughs excitedly, though I’m sure it’s a sight she must have seen hundreds of times. I watch her as she smiles, her eyes wide and happy as she watches the dolphins playing in the water. Maybe it’s not down to me, but I want to think I have something to do with her mood.

The longer I watch her, the more I want to take this further. I step closer to her, put an arm around her waist. She turns slightly, lifting her head to look at me. I reach up and take her chin lightly between my thumb and forefinger.

“I’m not sure we’ve really resolved anything between us,” I say, staring into her eyes, she doesn’t even blink as she looks back at me, completely silent. “But I really want to kiss you again.”

She shivers and I pull her a little tighter to me. She presses in but I wait for her to agree to my question. I don’t want to fuck this up by rushing anything. Her hand reaches up and her fingertips brush over my collar bone, slightly down my chest and I try to hide the smile at Jenna’s assessment of Elsa’s obsession with my chest. That flies out of my head when she goes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. It doesn’t take long to turn heated. I kiss her harder, my tongue pushing in and rolling with hers. Elsa moans softly, making me grip her tighter, that fucking sound does things to me. She grips my shirt in one hand, the other up the back of my neck and into my hair. We stand at the water’s edge and kiss, my hands roaming to grab her perfect ass, making her go up higher on her toes and moan harder as we become more desperate.

Fuck, why did I start this here, out in the open with houses backing onto the beach. I’ve had sex on a beach before and as romantic as it sounds, it fucking isn’t. Sand gets everywhere no matter how careful you are. Elsa’s hands are under my shirt, her fingers moving over the ridges of my abs.

“As much as I want to throw you down right here, I’m not letting anyone else see you,” I tell her, pulling back and looking up at the lights of the houses nearby. “Come on.”

I turn and march across the sand pulling her with me. We get in the car, and I pull out of the lot like I have the cops on my ass. Given I’ve been drinking, the last thing I need right now is to get pulled over and I feel bad about risking it. I drive along with my fists clenched so tight around the steering wheel it feels like my fingers are going to snap off. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going but it’s not home, that is too far away. I search the road as we drive, looking for somewhere to pull off when Elsa starts moving on the seat beside me. I glance over and see her unbuttoning her pants and starting to slip them off. I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of her tanned thighs as she removes the pants, leaving her in her white shirt and the smallest pair of hot pink panties I’ve ever seen.

“Watch the road,” she says, and I quickly look back up.

“Kinda hard.” Elsa laughs as she takes her shirt off. “What the fuck are you doing?” I groan, shifting in the seat and cupping my dick. It’s aching and desperately needing out of these pants.

“Just watch the road,” she reaches for my jeans. The car veers to the wrong side of the line and I quickly adjust to get it back on the right side as she unzips my jeans and slips her hand inside. She squeezes me over the top of my boxer shorts and leans in, nipping at my earlobe.

“You’re gonna make me crash this hundred-thousand-dollar car,” I growl.

“Better find a place to pull over then,” she whispers in my ear.

“Fuck.”

I scan ahead and finally see a road that doesn’t look very well lit. I turn into it and drive down a way before I pull over. There isn’t anything around, no streetlights. It could be a private road or a driveway for all I know, I don’t give a shit. There isn’t much space in this car, but I manage to get the seat back as far as it will go as Elsa unhooks her bra, her perfect tits spilling out, lit up by the lights on the dashboard. I pop my seatbelt and grab her waist, lifting her. She bangs her knee on the door but tells me it’s fine as she gets herself situated on my lap. The centre console is in the way and for a moment, I contemplate getting out and just spreading her across the hood of the car. At least inside with have some semblance of privacy.

She is practically naked in my lap as she shoves my shirt aside. She leans down and sucks on my collar bone, then lightly bites the skin, making me hiss and my hips buck upwards. Her hand goes back inside my pants, only this time she pulls my dick out. It’s not comfortable at all, the elastic is pulling tight around my balls and the zipper is digging into my skin. Fucking hell.

“Up,” I tap her thighs.

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