care of you.” She was looking directly at Dax as if she was offering herself up on a platter with an apple stuffed in her mouth. As she said that, she had thrust out her chest. She was a tall, thin girl, pretty blue eyes and short brown hair.
Dax snickered and brought me up close to his body where I ended up splayed half way on top of him. I didn’t get balanced, and had to stop myself from face planting on his lap (that would be too much humiliation in one day), so I put my hand down and holy. Mother. Of. Pearl. It landed right on his-GULP-erection.
“Sorry.”
He looked down at where my hand laid and when I started lifting my hand, he placed his on top and kept it there. My eyes widened, but he kissed my forehead and turned to the waitress. My hand flexed and his steel-hard member flexed right back. Oh, snap.
“As you can see, I’m well taken care of. Just the check please.”
The girl’s eyes shifted to where my hand was on his man-parts, she smirked, looked at me up and down and then back at Dax. “Sure thing, sweetie.” She said before walking away.
“Dax.” His eyes softened a bit when he turned back to look at me.
“Yeah, Pix?”
“Uh. My hand? May I have it back?”
He looked down to where my hand cupped around the erection inside his jeans and he just shrugged.
“Whatever you want. I don’t mind. But first-.”
He squeezed his hand on mine, and rubbed my hand down the hard length of him. A hiss of pleasure escaped from his lips.
“Agh.” I yanked back my hand and said, “I thought I wasn’t your type!”
“It’s looking like you are my type after all.”
“I really don’t get you. I’m still not going to sleep with you.”
“Yet.”
I shuffled back so my back was against the wall and my body faced his. “There is no ‘yet’. I’m saving myself for the man I marry.”
The fork he was eating with clattered to the plate. The smile he was expressing flattened and his eyes raised so high they almost disappeared in his hairline.
“What do you mean? ‘Saving yourself for the man you’re going to marry’? Does that mean?”
“Yes. It’s exactly what it means. You don’t have to broadcast it so everyone hears, you know.”
“You’re a-you’re a-,” He was flapping his hands wildly in circular motions, trying to get out what I knew he was trying to say. The slore waitress was making her way back towards us when he was about to say virgin, so I slapped my hand over his mouth.
“You say what you’re going to say and I’ll make you wish you were never born, Declan. Got me?”
“But-,” the sound was muffled by my hand and it tickled my palm.
“Here’s your check. Lemme know if you need anything else.”
The waitress was still standing at the end of the table, waiting for what, I don’t know, but Dax was still looking at me with surprised shock. When he didn’t say anything to the girl, rude or not, I shook my head and told her, “Thank you.”
She still didn’t move and I was getting irritated by the whole dang situation. I took my hand away from his mouth. I looked at Dax and his fish face. His mouth opened and closed, opened and closed.
Just like he had when I met him last week. Like he was at a loss for words. I rather liked that.
“Dax! The waitress.”
He growled (yes, literally growled) and turned to her, “Leave us.” His voice was hard and commanding, but she left us alone, huffing on her way.
“Scarlet,” he looked around us and then crowded in close to me and whispered, “Are you a virgin?”
His face was inches from mine and my heart started racing uncontrollably.
“Yes.” My voice was breathless. With Dax so close to me, I felt his breath skirt across my cheeks. “Dax?” It came out as a whisper and then he threw himself back in his seat.
“Okay. Friends then.”
“Friends?”
“Yes. We’ll be friends then. You know? Hang out, go out to lunch or dinner. Movies. Call each other. Text. Stuff like that.”
“You wanna be
Dax snickered and brought me up close to his body where I ended up splayed half way on top of him. I didn’t get balanced, and had to stop myself from face planting on his lap (that would be too much humiliation in one day), so I put my hand down and holy. Mother. Of. Pearl. It landed right on his-GULP-erection.
“Sorry.”
He looked down at where my hand laid and when I started lifting my hand, he placed his on top and kept it there. My eyes widened, but he kissed my forehead and turned to the waitress. My hand flexed and his steel-hard member flexed right back. Oh, snap.
“As you can see, I’m well taken care of. Just the check please.”
The girl’s eyes shifted to where my hand was on his man-parts, she smirked, looked at me up and down and then back at Dax. “Sure thing, sweetie.” She said before walking away.
“Dax.” His eyes softened a bit when he turned back to look at me.
“Yeah, Pix?”
“Uh. My hand? May I have it back?”
He looked down to where my hand cupped around the erection inside his jeans and he just shrugged.
“Whatever you want. I don’t mind. But first-.”
He squeezed his hand on mine, and rubbed my hand down the hard length of him. A hiss of pleasure escaped from his lips.
“Agh.” I yanked back my hand and said, “I thought I wasn’t your type!”
“It’s looking like you are my type after all.”
“I really don’t get you. I’m still not going to sleep with you.”
“Yet.”
I shuffled back so my back was against the wall and my body faced his. “There is no ‘yet’. I’m saving myself for the man I marry.”
The fork he was eating with clattered to the plate. The smile he was expressing flattened and his eyes raised so high they almost disappeared in his hairline.
“What do you mean? ‘Saving yourself for the man you’re going to marry’? Does that mean?”
“Yes. It’s exactly what it means. You don’t have to broadcast it so everyone hears, you know.”
“You’re a-you’re a-,” He was flapping his hands wildly in circular motions, trying to get out what I knew he was trying to say. The slore waitress was making her way back towards us when he was about to say virgin, so I slapped my hand over his mouth.
“You say what you’re going to say and I’ll make you wish you were never born, Declan. Got me?”
“But-,” the sound was muffled by my hand and it tickled my palm.
“Here’s your check. Lemme know if you need anything else.”
The waitress was still standing at the end of the table, waiting for what, I don’t know, but Dax was still looking at me with surprised shock. When he didn’t say anything to the girl, rude or not, I shook my head and told her, “Thank you.”
She still didn’t move and I was getting irritated by the whole dang situation. I took my hand away from his mouth. I looked at Dax and his fish face. His mouth opened and closed, opened and closed.
Just like he had when I met him last week. Like he was at a loss for words. I rather liked that.
“Dax! The waitress.”
He growled (yes, literally growled) and turned to her, “Leave us.” His voice was hard and commanding, but she left us alone, huffing on her way.
“Scarlet,” he looked around us and then crowded in close to me and whispered, “Are you a virgin?”
His face was inches from mine and my heart started racing uncontrollably.
“Yes.” My voice was breathless. With Dax so close to me, I felt his breath skirt across my cheeks. “Dax?” It came out as a whisper and then he threw himself back in his seat.
“Okay. Friends then.”
“Friends?”
“Yes. We’ll be friends then. You know? Hang out, go out to lunch or dinner. Movies. Call each other. Text. Stuff like that.”
“You wanna be
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