Page 54 of The Blessing

“Well, you’ll be meeting him soon enough, so I suppose you’d want to know,” she says somewhat teasingly.

I nearly choke on my water. “How soon is ‘soon’?”

Ronnie giggles and leans back in her seat, jutting her tits out in my direction. “Not that soon, so don’t look so terrified. My dad’s a good man, I promise. He’s busy with work right now—but he’ll come up to see me eventually. When he does, he’ll want to meet my boyfriend.”

Okay, so not that soon. “What does your dad do for a living?”

“He’s a fire chief in Austin, Texas,” she answers with a proud smile.

A fire chief and a Texan… Well, this is fucking great. I hope a man like that will like me. “He sounds really cool,” I respond, not wanting to sound too worried.

“He is. And he’ll love you, Trev.”

Before she continues to prattle on about her dad—which I love to listen to since I’m curious about the most important man in her life—the waiter serves our entrées. We take one look at our food and dig right in—talking to each other between bites. The food is incredible; I can easily see why it’s so damn expensive. It’s worth every penny I’ll pay for it. As we eat our dinner, I notice that night seems to be falling early. It’s just past six o’clock in the evening and it’s nearly pitch-black outside. I noticed it started to drizzle earlier, but as soon as I hear the wind start to pick up, I know a storm is brewing. Of. Fucking. Course. Ronnie shivers as she looks out the restaurant’s windows at the promise of severe weather.

Reaching across the table, I take her hand in mine. “Are you afraid of storms, baby?”

She blushes and shakes her head—which I know is a weak attempt at masking her emotions. As much as I would like to have dessert, I flag down our waiter for the check instead. Ronnie’s still staring out the restaurant’s windows, her nerves apparent on her beautiful face. I just want to get her into bed and “comfort” her. We quickly finish our food and I pay—leaving the waiter a generous tip, despite the shit way he treated us at first. Ronnie’s antsy to leave and I don’t blame her because I’m ready to bounce, too. It looks horrendous outside.

“Ronnie, everything will be okay,” I say as I rub comforting circles against her palm with my thumb. “Besides, you’ve got me to comfort you.” I wink and she blushes.

“Sir.” I look up to find a worried looking hostess, her eyes dart skittishly between Ronnie and me. “A really bad storm has moved in from the west and some of the roads are beginning to flood. Our manager has made the decision to close early this evening. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you.”

I look around and find the other patrons paying and heading out. “That’s fine. We were about to head out anyway.” I stand up and walk around the table to help Ronnie out of her chair. She smiles at the gesture before I take her hand in mine and lead her to the door.

It’s pouring by the time we get outside. I pause at the door to keep her out of the rain. She put so much effort into looking fucking sexy for our date tonight; I don’t want the rain to mar that. “Just wait here and I’ll pull the truck around and pick you up!” I yell over the sound of the downpour as I zip my leather jacket all the way up to protect me from the harshness of the autumn cold. She rolls her eyes at me and gives me the sweetest fucking smile. Although, she’s obviously frightened by the storm—I know she must hate looking weak.

“I’ll be fine, Trev. Let’s make a run for the truck together. It’s not like you parked far away. I can see your truck from here.”

I give her a dubious look before shrugging my shoulders. I guess if she wants to get nice and wet for me, I won’t stop her. I take her hand tightly in mine as I gaze out at the downfall. It pounds against the pavement in an unrelenting manner. I look back to her and the expression on her face shocks me. She’s smiling. She looks fucking exhilarated. She squeezes my hand and I yell over the sound of the rain, “On the count of three we’ll make a run for it together.” She throws her head back and laughs before nodding and counting with me. “One! Two! Three!” We take off running as fast as we can toward my truck.

I keep my eyes on my truck as I run, with her hand safely laced with mine. I can hear the sound of her laughter as it rises over everything else. She sounds so happy and carefree. I wish I could bottle the sound and listen to it forever. As soon as we reach my truck, I open the passenger door for her and help her inside. With my hands on her waist, I hoist her into my ride but find that it’s hard to let go. My hands can’t help themselves, they run from her waist to the curves of her hips and squeeze. A small moan escaped her lips before I bring them to meet mine. I don’t care that the rain is pouring down on me and soaking the upholstery of my truck because all I fucking want is her. All I want is this moment. Lightning strikes the ground causing Ronnie to jump in my arms. I pull away, quickly shutting her door and running around the front to get into the driver’s seat.

Ronnie’s giggling as she looks down at her outfit. She leans forward to check her makeup in the rearview mirror. She finds makeup is smeared all over her face. Now that she’s wet, her dress clings to her body like a second skin, allowing me to see every delicious curve she has. Seeing her like this—in close quarters with the possibility of sex on the horizon—I wonder how I’d stayed away from her for so long. I watch her chest heave as she tries to regulate her breathing. I can’t help but stare, transfixed by the way her tits jiggle a little with every breath. I want nothing more than to pull the top of her dress down and wrap my mouth around one of her perfect, pink nipples. They’re so pebbled up they’re straining through the fabric of her dress, obviously chilled by the rain. I know my mouth could easily warm them up.

I can feel that she wants me, too. Her need is palpable, and her gaze is trained on my body. She’s worshiping me with her eyes as I worship her with mine. Her lustful look alone is enough to cause my cock to come alive in my pants. It’s throbbing against the zipper, begging to be released and she hasn’t even touched me yet. Lust fills the air like electricity crackling. We eye-fuck each other for a long time, as if we were asking ourselves if we’re really doing this. That moment ends for both of us at the same time when our lips meet, our bodies crashing together. She tastes as fucking amazing as she looks and feels better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. As much as I want to take her right here and now—making love to her until she’s shouting my name—I know we can’t do it here. I’m not going to let our first time together be in my truck parked outside a fucking restaurant. So, we kiss slowly, yet hungrily until the rain slows down. Which leaves my cock throbbing at the thought of what the night has in store for us.