a couple of liars we are, I thought as I headed to the kitchen to make the call.
Chapter Fourteen
Nick
Tonight’s the night.
Tonight, I would take things further. Bring Melissa to my house after dinner. Have a real night together.
Tonight, I was seeing Melissa.
Maybe she’d let me taste her this time, I thought. I’d been in a constant state of arousal since our first kiss. Hell, I’d been wound up since the first time I saw her at the stables, all grown up and prettier than a picture.
In just a few short hours I would go and pick her up.
I lifted the panties I’d stolen to my face and inhaled. Yeah, it was fucking creepy. But she smelled so fucking good. And I couldn’t seem to stop myself from touching the soft white cotton, jealous of anything that got to be so close to her sweet little pussy.
Goddamn, my perpetually hard cock was ready to tear its way through my jeans, hop on my ride, and break every speed limit known to man just to get to her. I’d borrowed a car to pick her up, though. I was going to get my own four-wheel ride soon, too.
A man needed his bases covered when he had precious cargo to take with him.
I’d planned the night perfectly. Dinner at a cozy little Italian bistro that the girls all said had killer food. I’d make sure she ate well. I loved watching her eat almost as much as I loved grabbing onto her curves. We’d try everything, from appetizers to desert. Then hopefully, back to my place. Maybe not for the whole night. I wasn’t sure if she’d want that. But we could be alone for a few hours at least, I hoped.
Alone and with a big old bed at the ready.
I was ready for every contingency. Clean sheets. Clean kitchen. Clean bathroom. It was a little neater than usual, too, not that I was ever a pig. I’d raised myself for the most part, and it showed. I was a rolling stone, always in motion, on my horse, on my ride. I didn’t cook at home or leave dirty shit all over the place. Still, I’d spiffed it up a bit. I’d even bought some candles. I’d rejected all the smelly paraffin shit and gone for beeswax. It was natural and smelled clean and pure and sweet, just like Melissa. Plus, that’s what Angel had recommended. I was taking advice from the girls a lot these days and grateful for every bit of it.
My body was already hard and ready as I kissed her panties and put them back in my nightstand, all the way in the back where she wouldn’t see them if things progressed that far.
Melissa had felt so fucking good in my arms, it defied all logic. How could anything feel that good? How could one inexperienced girl put all my other conquests to shame? I’d been with at least a hundred women. But with her, it all felt completely different.
This love thing was all so fucking new to me. I knew I had a way with women. I always had. They fell into my lap, sometimes literally. I’d never had to work or even think about what I wanted, or more importantly, what they wanted. It was always pretty obvious that the club girls just wanted to be with a Devil’s Rider and I was just there to get my rocks off. But with Melissa, I actually had to stop and think about what I was doing. I wanted everything to be perfect for her.
Especially her first time, whenever that would be.
Not anytime soon, if you’re smart about it.
I decided to text her. I’d let her be for the most part, with a good morning or goodnight text to make sure she knew I cared. But I couldn’t really say more than that. If she knew I was sleeping with her panties on my pillow or that I’d been up all night fantasizing about what we’d done at the picnic, she might run away.
I couldn’t risk it. So I held back, trying to pace myself.
Hey, picking you up in an hour. Will have a car this time.
That was my subtle reminder to wear a dress. It didn’t matter what she wore, of course. She would look gorgeous in anything. A dress just made it easier for me to get at her goodies.
I stopped by the clubhouse on my way to get her to check in with the guys and