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“Can I sleep now, Will?” he asked, his voice both young and old.
“Yes, Doug. You can. You’ve earned it.”
A peaceful haze covered Doug’s eyes and he dozed off.
Pixie waved at him from a grassy field.
“Hello, pretty lady,” he said.
He’d go to her, soon.
She was Play-Doh, she was warmth, and she was light.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Doug felt like a teenager going on his first date. But this was no date. This was his boss’s wedding.
He fidgeted with his tie. His body was hot, encased in an unaccustomed suit, and his new shoes were tight and squeaky on his feet. He hadn’t felt this nervous about seeing Pixie before. Not even when he’d asked her out on their first date. But this time was completely different. He was now able to imagine Pixie as a woman instead of a hazardous obstacle course through which he had to navigate.
When would he get to see her? His cheek twitched. She was inside the farmhouse, purportedly helping Talia get ready for the ceremony. Then, from what he’d overheard, she’d walk down the aisle ahead of her sister and father before positioning herself down and off to the side of the make-shift podium which was the stairwell of the SWAT’s command bus. It wouldn’t be until after all the officiating was complete that Doug could be with her. That he couldreallysee if his newfound confidence would translate well for the one woman with whom it mattered. Could he be romantic and…sexual?
Oh, yeah.He believed he could. He’d gone home after his session with Will, laid down on his bed, and wrapped an eagerhand around his dick. He’d been hard in an instant imagining Pixie’s face, her pretty blush, her…nipples which he’d been hard pressed to ignore since she’d worn his shirt.
He’d come faster than he ever had before, and the best part of that titanic orgasm? Not one ounce of unease had taken over his mind nor his body. Doug had only felt…satisfaction.
But he couldn’t think about his nocturnal hand-job now. It wouldn’t be proper to sport a woody while socializing.
Doug put Pixie as firmly out of his mind as possible, then wandered around the crowd, making small talk with friends and strangers; a thing that had never come naturally to him before. Will was certainly onto something with his magic mushrooms. Doug felt completely different today. In tune. Sympatico. For the first time, ever, Doug didn’t feel like he was different. He didn’t crave turning tail and running from a crowd.
But would that degree of comfort carry forward to the upcoming moment when he’d allow himself to confront Pixie as a woman? He hoped like hell the minute he was face to face with that reality of her, he wouldn’t revert to his previously insecure self. But Will had instructed him, if that happened, to tackle his fears head on instead of smothering them.
Doug once again thought about how it would feel to touch her and examined his reaction closely. There were butterflies, for sure, but no punch to his gut, no skeeviness creeping over his skin. And if he really wanted proof he could do this, he only needed to look at what he’d done earlier. Doug smiled at the memory. When picking up his aunt and uncle to attend the wedding, he’d put his arms around Aunt Suze and given her their first ever hug.
He didn’t know who’d been more surprised; he, his uncle, or his aunt. They’d all stood in an unmoving tableau, letting the feelings surrounding such a momentous occurrence, settle in. When his aunt had begun sobbing in his arms, he’d held hereven tighter, whispering down into her soft, gray hair. “It’s okay. It’s all fine. I’ve owed you this hug for years.” His throat had closed up, also clogged with tears, and…screw it. He’d let a few fall. “I love you Aunt Suze.”
“I love you, too, Doug,” she’d managed, sniffing hard into his chest before pulling back, contritely. “Damn it. I’m getting your lovely dress shirt all wet.” She’d hiccupped and mopped ineffectually at his chest with her hand. Andthathadn’t even bothered him.
“It’ll dry,” he’d assured her. “There are a few tears of mine mixed in there, as well,” he admitted. He hadn’t been about to let her think she was the only one who was affected by the contact he’d finally been able to make.
There’d been a sniff behind them, and Doug had turned to see his uncle’s eyes also filled with wetness.
“What?” barked the man gruffly. “I can’t get in on the waterworks, too?”
Doug had then done something he couldn’t have imagined happening even a week earlier. He’d sent out an arm to his uncle, then pulled him into an emotionally charged three-way hug.
It hadn’t been until Doug began to chuckle that everyone loosened their grips and moved back. “Why the hell did I wait so long to do that?” he’d chastised himself playfully, glancing down at his petite aunt. “If I’d known you smell like pancakes and bacon, Aunt Suze, I would have hugged you a lot sooner.”
She’d poked him jocularly in the chest. “Hmph. I’ll smell like pot-roast tomorrow night if you want to come over for supper,” she’d teased.
“You have a date,” he’d answered easily. “But can I bring a guest?”
“Cisco?” his aunt had responded with a nod. “You know he’s always welcome.”
“No, actually, I was, uh, thinking about Pixie.”
A huge smile had broken over both his relative’s faces.
“We’d love to meet your girl,” Uncle Frank had assured him. “And we promise to be on our best behavior. No embarrassing questions.”
