Page 19 of Tryst
“Sure thing,” Ashley says smirking.
“Jade, can I call you? I didn't get your number. You forgot to take mine,” Asshat says. He wasn't smart enough to get clued in like the girls.
I put my hand around her shoulder. “If she didn't take it, means she didn't want it. She’s taken.” I kiss the side of her head.
“My bad. I didn't know she was into dudes her dad's age.”
“You little fucker.” I move forward making a go for him. Jade jumps in the way blocking me. Her friends push him back.
“Guys, we're leaving.” Jade holds her hand against my chest. She turns her head back cutting the prick a look. “Your sorry ass never had a chance with me.” She takes over pushing the cart while pulling me by the hand.
“Jade,” he yells in our direction but looks at me. “Tell your parents I said hey. If they're interested in a son in law that's not the same age as your father, you know where to find me.”
“I'm going to kill him.” I try to turn back but she holds on to my arm with both hands.
“Forget him. He's an idiot. He’s upset I'm with you, not him. Let's go,” she pleads. “Wait on the other side. I'll check out.” She rubs my arm.
She keeps looking at me until they're out of the grocery store. She puts the last item up, and the cashier who looks younger than her says, “I'm sorry miss, but I need an ID.”
“I left my ID. I swear I'm twenty-one.”
“I still need proof.” He looks at her bored, popping his gum.
“I got it.” I pull out my wallet.
“You should have said that from the start. I don't need your ID, I'm sure you're way over twenty-one, like my friend said.” He smiles smugly.
My hands curl around my wallet needing an outlet for my anger. “Just bag the stuff.”You little shit.
I push the cart and load the bags into the car. We get in the house and Jade pulls me over. “Those guys were being jerks. So what if you're older than me. We know the age difference, and that doesn't make us click any less. We are not any less compatible.”
I blow out a deep breath trying not to clench my teeth.
“Ian, please don't let this ruin our weekend.”
Her brown eyes look as if they're going to spring a leak. I suck up my anger and the insecurity of knowing that asshole wasn't wrong. She should be with someone her age getting ready to go out to the beach—to a party—like they were.
“You're right. I’ll let it go.” I brush my hand over her cheek, kissing her.
Her smile appears big and bright. “Great. Let's get cooking.”
“Hey you.“ I move behind her as she slices in to a red pepper.
“Hey you.“ She smiles turning her head in mid-slice.
I hold her hand before she misses and cuts her finger. “Don't ever take your eyes off the knife,“ I admonish. “I need those masterful fingers. Great pleasure is derived from them. They're priceless.“
“Oh boy, do you know how to stroke a gal’s ego.“
“I‘m a master stroker, don't you know?” I lightly bite down on her bare shoulder, then kiss the sensitive spot connecting her neck to her shoulder.
“I know.“ She giggles.
“Let me help you.” I put my hand around her waist, and up under her loose-fitting crop top. “Four hands are better than two, much safer.”
“In this case, doubtful.” Her breath catches as I make little circles on her smooth stomach.
She lets go of the knife, I clasp her jaw, and kiss her. A tiny moan escapes her as I press into her backside. “I like the way we cook together,“ I say against her lips.
