Page 47 of Forgotten Dreams
“From everyone who is watching,” she announces as I slip a foot in one shoe and regret my choice already.
“That’s creepy. But, yes, we’ve spent every single night together, making out and doing nothing else.” I try not to groan out in frustration, but I fail.
“That has to be the longest foreplay of life.”
“You are telling me this? I’ve never been so on edge in my life.” I slip the other shoe on. “But tonight is the night, and I’m going to get lucky.”
“Well, we can talk about it tomorrow. Let’s meet for coffee.”
“I can’t,” I tell her sadly. “Apparently, I’m going to be naked until Monday morning. His words not mine, but”—I cross fingers on both hands—“fingers fucking crossed he’s serious.”
“That’s gross.” She acts like she’s going to throw up.
“You literally wanted to get together tomorrow to discuss it.”
“Yes, but that’s one night. Now I know it’ll be all weekend long.”
“I said fingers crossed,” I remind her when the doorbell rings, and I look over my shoulder. “Got to go. My date is here.”
“Get it, cowboy.” Lilah laughs.
“Pregnancy has taken all your cool points with it.”
“I know”—she pretends to cry,—“it’s very sad. Yesterday, I called the vagina a cooter to Lucy, and she looked at me, and I thought she was going to vomit on my shoes.”
“Oh, Jesus.” I rush out of my bedroom, not having a chance to take a final look at myself before I hear the door open. “I’ll call you Monday, and we can have an emergency meeting about getting your cool card back.”
“Thank you,” she replies. “Have fun tonight, and be safe.”
“Thanks, momma, now I gotta go. He’s here, and I have to make a grand entrance that has him eating his tongue, or whatever that saying is,” I whisper and then hang up on her.
“Baby!” he shouts from the door. I take a big deep breath before I start to walk toward the door. The click-clack from the heels sound on the hardwood floor as I close my eyes for one last time before making my grand entrance, of sorts. I tuck the phone in my purse, which only has my ID and lip gloss.
“I’m ready,” I say when I get to the top of the U-shaped stairs, looking down at him. My mouth waters with how fucking hot he is. He’s wearing black jeans that fit him just as perfectly as all the other ones. I take the steps down toward him, my eyes going to his package and seeing that it’s something I’m going to enjoy unwrapping later. His long-sleeved black button-down shirt opens at the collar, showing me his neck. His sleeves are rolled up until the middle of his forearms, showing me his tats and the silver Rolex I’ve only seen him wear one other time.
“Holy fucking shit,” he swears when I get to the bottom step and walk to him, “you can’t go out like that.” He points at me, and I look down at my own outfit. Did I go all out? Yes. Did I choose what I thought was my sexiest outfit that wasn’t lingerie? Also yes. Did I want to forget he said he was taking me out on a date and come down naked wearing just the shoes? Also yes. Was I going to torture him until he snapped? You bet your fucking ass I was. “You can’t go out in that.”
I look down at the black leather miniskirt I bought a while ago, probably hoping for this moment right here. The slit on the side shows you even more leg. The white lace top leaves very little to the imagination, and if we were staying home, I would wear it with no bra underneath to really push his buttons. However, since he’s taking me out, I paired it with a white satin bra. The long sleeves are cuffed at the wrists and then fall out around my fingers. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Nothing, but I’m not okay with people using you to beat their cock when they go home.” He shakes his head and licks his lips. He takes a step toward me, reaching out and pulling me to him. “We are going to be keeping those fucking shoes on later while I fuck you.”
“Promises, promises,” I grumble when I’m flush with him. With my heels, I don’t have to move my head back to see him. I put my hands on his chest as I smell the musk of his cologne. His hands go to my ass and pull me even closer to him, feeling his hard cock on my stomach. “Is that something in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” I kiss his jaw before I nip it.
“We have to go, or else I’m going to forget about everything I said I was going to do and fuck you right here on the dusty fucking floor.” He moves away from me, grabbing my hand and literally dragging me out of the house with me laughing the whole way.
He locks the door before turning and making his way down the steps, his hand still gripping mine. He opens the door of the truck, and when I’m about to take a step to get into the cab, he turns me and pins me against the side of the truck. I gasp out in shock, giving him enough time to cup my face with one hand, cup one ass cheek with the other, and slide his tongue into my mouth. The kiss isn’t soft, it’s hard and full of passion. We attack each other, our heads going side to side as we try to take the kiss even deeper than we are. This whole week leading up to this moment has been the longest week of my life. I felt like every single time he touched me, I would explode. It would be soft touches while we cooked together or even when we would make out in my bed, which we did a lot of. He kept it to the point that I wanted so much more, but he teetered on the edge, and I was fucking done with it.
“Let’s get this date on the road,” he urges when he lets go of my mouth, and I have trouble opening my eyes.
“Let’s get that cock out of those pants and into me.” I brazenly turn, cup his cock through his pants, and rub it up and down. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched it and it’s as big as I thought it was. “Shall we?” I wink as I grip the handle of the passenger side door before getting into the cab. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m going to remember that later”—he sounds like he’s growling—“after you beg me to let you come, and I deny you.” He slams the door, and I watch him walk around the front of the truck and get in. “Ready?”
“Are you ready?” I ask, putting on my seat belt.
“Baby, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this day my whole fucking life,” he declares, looking into my eyes. I wish I had a snarky comeback, but I don’t. I have nothing except the pounding of my heart filling my ears.
I swallow when he pulls away from my house. “So where are you taking me?”
