Page 60 of Laken's longing

Having run out of things to do while he waited for Laken to text, he’d decided to do some yoga, hoping to bring some zen into his body and mind. He was desperate.

Zen. We don’t need Zen we need some—

If you say sex one more time, I swear I’m gonna find someone who can separate us permanently.

His animal had done nothing but harp on about the lack of sex, not seeming to understand it wasn’t him holding out, but Laken.

We are going at Laken’s pace. I wanted to date. We are dating!he ground out.

Isley thought it was sweet how the only thing they’d done since they’d started dating was kiss. It had only been like two days. He groaned and pushed his body into eagle pose, breathing slowly, allowing his muscles to stretch. Did it give him the zen? Did it, heck. His dick washard-wired to all thoughts of doing more than kissing. God he wanted sex.

He was a lost cause when his animal laughed hysterically at his pathetic ass. Surely dating shouldn’t be this hard? It never had been before!

To get to his chiming phone, Isley fell out of eagle pose in his eagerness, reaching for it on his knees.

Laken:Will be with you in about twenty minutes, bring a bag of spare clothes to change into. You'll need wet wipes and lots of energy.

Isley:Don’t worry, I’ll bring all the energy ; )

Isley hit send then reread the message, smiling as he noted again the spare change of clothes and energy bit. Then stopped on the bit in the middle, brows arching.

“Wet wipes? Why the heck would I need those for a date?” Condoms and lube, yeah, he got those. Wet wipes were a little weird, weren't they? Sweaty activity—sex—wet wipes?

At the lack of time and still needing a shower and to pick two outfits, Isley focused on going in search of wet wipes, positive Somme had bought some.

Laken had been all business yesterday, then at clocking off time had suggested grabbing a bite to eat at Ren’s. It wasn’t quite a date night place, with the work crowd filling most of theplace at six pm. It was noisy, making it hard to talk and listen, but it was fun with Laken being more animated than Isley had ever seen him. He had talked about his brothers and some things they’d gotten up to as teenagers, leaving Isley with a newfound respect for Lane, who had to be a saint to have managed the eight teenage boys without going bald in the process.

There'd been no mention of what had happened with the blackmailer or if Oakland had actually discovered who it was. There’d been nothing in the press and no global email that he knew had been prepared. As Isley hadn’t wanted to spoil the evening, he kept away from the subject. If he was a little hurt that Laken hadn’t confided in him after everything, Isley told himself that it was Laken’s right. He wasn’t fond of overly pushy people, even if it seemed his animal was indeed that.

They had driven in their respective cars, again not quite the dating thing, but it was Laken’s suggestion, so he went with it. At the end of the evening, he had gotten a goodbye kiss that heated him up enough to power a building. Heck, the heat left him with hot, vivid dreams that had him needing to jerk off, and he could have done with the wet wipes to clean up the mess.

Wet wipes! Sex?Isley shook his head. He had sex on the brain! Laken was a menace.

He chuckled, walking off to his bedroom, forgetting to tidy his mat away, his thoughts on finding something sexy to wear and having a quick shower. Out of the shower, dripping water everywhere, he eyed the choices he’d laid out on the bed, wiping absently at his wet skin with the towel around his neck. The clubbing outfit. A see-through top of black gossamer—something Wilder had talked him into—paired with black skinny jeans that showed off his ass, were a bit much for wearing in the daytime. Laken really didn’t seem like the type to do the clubbing scene.

He discarded it. Running through options on what Laken might like to do? Energy related dates? Laken worked out, Isley did not. Laken wouldn’t take him to the gym would he?No.

Ten-pin bowling? Crazy golf? Isley didn’t think either were particularly taxing. Time ticked on as Isley picked and discarded outfits, getting stressed and sweaty as he slipped in and out of clothes, throwing them all on a growing pile. He got so worked up, he considered he might need another shower by the time he’d chosen something to wear and something to change into.

Maybe I should just text him and ask?

One look at his watch and he gave a grunt of distress at how he’d run out of time. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself. In the end, he opted for wide leg jeans with a turn up and a sky-blue, long-sleeved T-shirt and a cream vest. In his bag with the wet wipes, he put a pair of brown fitted slacks and a cream knit sweater, along with lube, condoms and fresh underwear. It covered all the bases, smart and casual. He couldn’t see Laken taking him back to his parent’s house for sex on a Saturday afternoon. They could possibly be going to a hotel. Which was nice, but if that was the case, why would Laken opt for that when Isley had a perfectly good bed?

Will you just stop with the guessing game, you’re giving me a headache.

I’m just considering options. I need to make sure I won’t embarrass Laken.He was slipping on brown and cream vans, huffing at his animal, when his phone chimed.

Laken:Downstairs in the car.

Isley:On my way.

Pulse using a skipping rope, Isley grabbed his bag after slipping on a brown leather bomber jacket that was one of Somme’s he had as a teenager and had outgrown.

Outside on the street, the wintery wind whipped at his hair as he dashed between two parked cars to get to Laken’s car, which was idling in the car lot designated for his building.

“Hey,” Isley murmured, climbing into the warmth. Shivering as he shut the door, he inhaled Laken’s masculine, musky aftershave. He plonked the bag at his feet, reaching for his seat belt when Laken hauled him over the console in a sexy move that made his pulse continue to hustle a new step with the skipping rope.

Lips touching, his chilly and Laken’s warm and cookie sweet, Isley groaned in appreciation. The kiss was gentle, coaxing and so damn sexy, Isley’s toes curled at the slow exploration of his mouth. It was as if Laken was going to be quizzed, and he wanted to get all the right answers. As quick as it started, it stopped, leaving them both breathless and flushed.