“Only the best for you.”
We lower ourselves onto the blanket, side by side, like two parallel lines that have somehow learned how to merge.
“Remember when we used to lie out here after football games?” Lincoln whispers, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. “I never imagined we'd be back here like this.”
“Life is funny that way.”
“Promise me something?” he asks, his gaze locked with mine.
“Anything.”
“Promise me we'll find time for moments like this. No matter how busy life gets.”
“I promise.”
Chapter Eleven
Lincoln
We lay on a checkered picnic blanket, spread out on the same football field where we first met in high school. After a romantic picnic, Heather leans in and kisses me, igniting a desire that I've been holding back ever since we reconnected.
I've been dying to be inside of her, but I don't want to push her before she's ready. Our relationship is fragile, and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize it. I'm content with whatever capacity she allows me to be by her side. But the way her tongue is swirling around mine tells me that she's ready for more.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer as our kiss deepens. the heat between us is building rapidly. I can feel her body pressing against mine, her curves fitting perfectly into the contours of my own. With each touch and caress, our passion grows until we're lost in each other, the world around us fading away.
“Okay, okay. We have to stop. People go to jail for this type of thing.” I laugh, pushing up on my elbows, taking a breath. “What do you say we go back to your place?”
Heather's eyes sparkle as she looks up at me, a coy smile playing on her lips. “My place? I was thinking we could be a little more... adventurous.” She glances towards the old schoolbuilding, its windows dark and empty in the fading evening light.
My heart races at the implication. “You can't be serious.”
She sits up, running her fingers through her tousled hair. “Why not? It's after hours, no one's around. Don't tell me you never fantasized about sneaking into the school after dark when we were students.”
I had, of course. But that was years ago, when we were reckless teenagers. Now, as adults, the idea seems both thrilling and terrifying. “What if we get caught?”
Heather stands, brushing grass from her sundress. She extends her hand to me, her eyes alight with determination. “We won't. Come on, live a little. For old times' sake?”
“Sorry, baby. I’m not going to jail. Believe me I’m adventurous as fuck in the bedroom… but I wouldn’t survive in jail looking like this.” I point to my hard cock standing at attention after the work up she just gave me.
“I’ll gather this stuff up and meet you back at your place. We will finish this there.”
Heather's eyes widen. She bites her lip, clearly torn between her wild impulse and my more cautious approach. After a moment, she lets out a soft sigh and nods.
“Alright, you win, Mr. Responsible. I guess we’ll have to save the daring escapades for another time.” She leans down and plants a quick kiss on my cheek.. “But don't think this means you're off the hook for some adventure. I've got plenty of ideas that don't involve potential arrest.”
I grin, both relieved and intrigued. “Oh yeah? Care to share any of those ideas?”
“Nope,” she teases. “You'll just have to wait and see.”
As we gathered up our picnic supplies, the tension between us remained palpable. Every brush of our hands, every shared glance, sends shivers down my spine. By the time we finishpacking up the blanket and leftover food, I am practically vibrating with anticipation.
We hurry to our cars, the promise of what awaits at Heather's place spurring me on. As I follow her down the streets of our hometown, my mind races with possibilities. What does she have planned? What “adventures” does she have up her sleeve?
When we finally pull into her driveway, Heather is out of her car in a flash. She grabs my hand as soon as I step out, practically dragging me to her front door. As she fumbles with her keys, I wrap my arms around her from behind, planting soft kisses on her neck.
“Patience,” she murmurs, though I can hear the smile in her voice.
Finally, the door swings open, and we tumble inside. Before I can even catch my breath, Heather has me pressed against the wall, her lips crashing into mine. It is as if all the pent-up desire from our interrupted picnic has come rushing back at once.
