Page 18 of Tryst
“Then you should have said so.”
“I did. What else was left?”
“Smart mouth keeps running, and something’s going to end up in it, with you on your knees.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Fish is seafood by the way.” I tap the end of her nose, and walk away.
She sticks her tongue at me, and I chuckle. “Brat.”
“I heard that.”
“You were supposed to.”
We find a restaurant close by and order baked Tilapia with mango chutney, the seafood she didn't want. We talk and laugh drinking Coronas at our sidewalk table until late in the night. By the time we get back, we are buzzed. We fall back on the bed. I clumsily try to unbuckle my pants with fumbling fingers. She giggles, brushing my hands away.
“Don't laugh, it's not good for a man’s hard on.” I smile.
“I won't hold it against you. I'll bring it back up.” She kisses below my navel making me suck in a breath, and I slide my hand into her soft hair.
“I love the touch of your lips.”
“Good, because they're going to be over every inch of your body tonight, boss.” She sits up between my legs, raking her fingernails down my stomach to my open pants. My cock jumps, and I moan when she strips off her top giving me a clear view of her perky breasts.
“Mm…these are perfect,” I tell her, circling two of my fingers over her erect nipples. She says my name between her parted lips as her head rolls to the side.
“I'm going to make every dirty fantasy you have of me come true tonight.” She gyrates her hips moving farther until she’s on my stomach, teasing the tip of my dick against her bare ass.
I grunt unable to do anything else in my state than let her make all her promises and my threats of the day come true. When it's all done she crawls up into my arms, and damn it's perfect.
Instead of a blisteringeighty-nine and humid, it's a dry eighty-six. The AC in the supermarket is like a cool drink of water splashing over my skin after the heat outside.
“Beer or wine?” She holds up a bottle of Merlot in one hand and a six-pack of Blue Moon in the other.
“Get the Merlot. Pass on the Blue Moon. Get Sam Adams rebel.”
“Exactly what I thought.” She grins. Sure she did. She puts them in the cart, and I push.
“Hey, I'm going to see if they have Takis chips.”
“Those things are disgusting,” I say.
“I love those chips. Anyway, they're not for old people.”
“I’ll show you old.” I speed the cart towards her. She yelps and giggles, darting into another aisle.
I wander into a side aisle, take a pack of condoms in case we run out, and find the last item on our list.
She's near the checkout talking to two girls who look familiar, and the guy I wouldn't forget. Her date from the barbecue. I pull up next to her. “You ready?”
“Yes. Got everything?”
“Hey, aren't you her dad's friend? I'm, Ashley, we met at the barbecue.” She waves, and I greet her back.
She and another girl look down in the cart, and it's like a rapid scan of eyeballs. Food, alcohol, bingo—condoms. A knowing smile spreads across their faces, and I try not to roll my eyes.
“We need to go check out,” Jade says to them.
