Page 37 of A Simple Love
“Um, I have a date with Mike tonight. At his house.” I’m not sure why I’m so nervous to tell my dad that. He knows I’m an adult, but I guess the idea of him knowing I’m headed to a man’s house tonight might not sit well with him.
“What about Ben?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Angry eyes peer back at me. Is he really pissed about this?
“I told Ben that I couldn’t see him anymore. Honestly, he’s not the man I wanted, Dad. And I think you and I both know that.” Even though my father has never been a fan of Mike, I think he’s known all along how I’ve felt about him.
“Well, I’m glad you made a decision finally,” he replies, an answer I was not expecting from him at all.
“Really?” I’m curious, finding his statement odd. “Why?”
He takes the cake from my hands and walks to open the passenger door of my car, placing it on the seat before looking back at me. “Because I want you to be happy, Vic. I love you more than anything…. You know that, right?”
I smile up at him. “Yeah. I know that, Dad. Thank you.” I kiss him softly on the cheek as he pulls me in for a hug. Maybe Dad is finally accepting that I’m an adult now because this reaction is far different from the one I got when Mike first picked me up for a date.
I settle in and start my car, coasting down the driveway and onto the road, taking a few turns before finally arriving at Mike’s house. The sun has started to set, a glow of orange and pink filtering through the sky. A slight breeze has picked up, but nothing too crazy. Honestly, it’s the perfect summer night, and I hope it ends that way too.
Killing the engine, I sit for a moment before taking a deep breath and exiting the car, walking around to the other side to fetch the cake, and then up the front porch to the door, carefully balancing the dessert on one hand to knock. Only a few seconds pass before I’m greeted by my boyfriend in all his rugged glory.
“Damn, Vic,” he growls, opening the screen and taking the cake from my hand, placing his other palm on my back, pulling me up close to him. “You look incredible,” he whispers in my ear, tingles shooting down my neck and straight between my legs. Just this one touch from him and I’m already a puddle. I don’t know how I’m going to wait all night for him to ravage me.
“Thank you,” I reply while putting some distance between us, forcing him to follow me into his kitchen that overlooks the living room. Dark cherry cabinets line the walls and island, and granite countertops cover every flat surface in the kitchen, clean and masculine without being overbearing.
“You look great too, handsome,” I grin over my shoulder at him while moving to wash my hands that rubbed against the chocolate ganache when I was getting the cake out of the car.
Mike places the cake in the fridge, then grabs two steaks in a glass pan and a tray full of sliced vegetables before closing the door, placing the items on the counter.
“I hope you came hungry.”
“Definitely. I haven’t really eaten too much today. I’ve been to anxious for tonight,” I say while glancing around the room. I haven’t been inside his house yet, just the shop for the first time this week.
He strides up to me, holding my waist as he pulls me in and nuzzles my nose. “Me too, beautiful.” He backs up and continues. “Let me give you the tour of the house, and then I’ll start cooking,” he says with a smile, reaching for my hand and placing a small kiss on my lips before ushering me around his beautiful home.
The living room, dining room, and kitchen are all open concept, creating an inviting and airy space perfect for entertaining. Everything is dark brown and black, and the furniture had to have been made by him. Each piece has Michael Kelley written all over it. A long hallway extends to the right of the front door, leading to three spare bedrooms and then the master. Knowing Mike for as long as I have, I’m surprised to find his room brighter than I expected, a solid white comforter laying perfectly flat over his bed, light grey walls except for the wall behind his bed that’s covered in wood paneling, and black furniture placed strategically around the room. I saw Mike having a dark room filled with blues and greens, maybe with a plaid comforter or curtains. Must be the flannels he’s wearing ninety percent of the time.
“Huh,” I exhale, slowly sliding across the hardwood in his room, focusing intently on his bed. I hope we’ll be rolling around on it later.
“What?” he asks, folding his arms and leaning against the doorjamb.
“This just isn’t what I expected for you, in your room. It’s nice.” I turn to find him gleaming in my perusal of him. His tight grey shirt clings to his well-defined chest and his dark jeans look like they were painted on his perfect body. His bare feet peeking out beneath the hem of his pants does things to my vagina, the wetness I already feel pooling between my legs, reminding me that we still have an entire meal to get through before she can be satisfied.
“Well, I am full of surprises,” he teases before encouraging us to return to the kitchen so he can cook us dinner. I want to stay in this room and strip him naked, match him in lack of clothing, and rub our bodies together all night. But I take a deep breath and remind myself that there is no expectation of what has to happen this evening. I need to relax and let things happen the way they are meant to. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
Chapter 23
Mike
I swear, my dick is going to fall off from too many erections and not enough release. The moment I saw Victoria in that skirt and top, all of my blood flowed south and now I know, I have to have her tonight. If she’s ready, of course. But the way she’s been eyeing me at the grill and touching me since she arrived, I think she’s feeling the same way.
“So, how were your first few days with the kids?” I need to redirect our focus, a necessary distraction so I don’t blow my load before I ever touch her.
She takes a sip of her red wine before placing the glass back on the table. She’s seated outside on my deck while I’m standing at the grill, flipping the steaks and vegetables. I have some rice cooking inside too, but nothing beats a char-grilled steak. I set the table so we can eat out here as well to enjoy the summer evening before the cold hits Hopetown soon.
Her long black hair is flowing in the breeze, her eyes sparkle in the dull light left from the sunset. She’s perfect. She belongs here. She’s mine.
“It was really great, actually. My students are so sweet. I’m told that will end in a few weeks when they come out of their shells,” she jokes. “But it went well! And I love my desk, by the way.” Her comment makes me beam, and if I had a tail, I’d be wagging it in appreciation.
“I’m sure you’ll have those kids wrapped around your fingers in no time,” I pause to plate the food. “And I’m glad you like your desk.”
“It’s beautiful and the perfect size. A bunch of the kids even commented on how ‘pretty’ it was,” she explains, using air quotes. “It’s so crazy to see all of them in that room finally and getting to know their individual personalities. I have a few little boys that I feel will be a challenge, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”