"Sounds great."
The restaurant was a family run bistro down towards the main pier in town. I'd been going there since I was young enough to remember. The food was seasonal and always delicious, the service warm and genuine.
And the view? Well, it had gotten me laid more than once.
Laura's intake of breath as we entered and upon seeing the beauty of the water stretched out for miles before us, had my cock twitching.
We're gonna get lucky tonight.
I mentally slapped myself.
Laura was dressed in a flattering black dress and wedge heels. Her hair was up in a little bun thing that had stray hairs dancing down her cheeks and neck. She looked soft and inviting. Until you looked at her chest and then it was pure siren.
The neck of the dress had little crisscross straps above the curve of her breasts, in addition to a deep v that emphasized her abundance.
Every time I looked at her, I wanted to lick the curves of her breasts. I wanted to free them and suck her nipples, I wanted to fuck her against a wall while her tits bounced free in time to the thrusting of my cock.
I'd had a hard on since before we'd left the house, and no amount of thinking about things like taxes and baseball stats was budging it.
We were seated at a table close to the windows, Laura sighing happily as she propped her face on her palm and gazed out.
"You really love the water," I remarked, enjoying watching her across the table.
"It's always been my dream to live close to it. I love the smell and the sounds and just… everything, you know?"
I chuckled, "yeah."
She sighed, pushing back and opening the menu. "Wow, this looks fantastic."
"You really can't go wrong with anything here."
We settled on a chef's sampler, six courses with three samples of dessert. The night stretched on, us sharing and remarking on the food, Laura sharing about her life, me sharing mine.
This woman is incredible.
I couldn't shake my attraction to her. Fact was, she was amazing, and the more I spoke to her the more I wanted her in my life, my kids lives, and my bed.
You're a lost cause.
Yep, and I didn't regret it for one moment. I suddenly understood how my brother could decide to move across the country, shack up with a woman, and decide to get married in less than six months.
I'd known Laura less than two weeks and I already wanted her to be the mother of my kids and any future kids we had.
Crazy? Probably.
Taking on not only me but two kids would be asking a lot of anyone. But Laura didn't seem phased by the masters of mess.
The bill arrived and I was more than ready to take this home. We'd been flirting outrageously all night, the awareness building between us as our fingers lingered, our eyes met and held, the smiles and innuendo becoming just that fraction more knowing.
"Home?" I asked quietly.
"Sounds perfect," Laura replied, rising from the table.
We exited the restaurant, Laura tucked under my arm, one of her arms wrapped around my middle, the other pressed to my stomach, our bodies brushing as we moved, laughing and chatting on the way out to the car.
"Erik?" A familiar voice threw an icy bucket of water over my mood.
I froze, Laura stiffening as she registered my reaction.
