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Danny

Afewdayslater, I’m in my patrol car, watching as Brey once again is giving Eli a hard time. She’s chastising him for getting a flat tire and not having a spare. I sit back and enjoy the show while I wait for a text back from Jenni. From the moment I went back home, we’ve either been texting or talking. All day, every day. I’d fall asleep while still on the phone with her, and wake up to a good morning text.

At first I’d worried that I would feel boxed-in with the constant contact, but it’s the complete opposite. The more I talked to her, the more I wanted to, and not even Brey or the guys teasing me did anything to curb my appetite for her. I want her, it’s that simple.

My phone beeping in my hand draws me from my thoughts as I rush to enter my four-digit code to unlock it. Luckily, our text thread is already open.

My Girl: This day seems never-ending. All I want is for it to be over so I can curl up into my bed and fall asleep with your voice in my ear.

Me: That sounds amazing. It would be even better if you were here though, and I could be whispering those things to you in person, while my hands roam your body.

My Girl: I wish I could make it down there this weekend.

Me: I know you have that internship interview. I just wish I didn’t have to work so I could come to you instead.

My Girl: How is it possible that I miss you already?

Me: I don’t know, but I feel the same way.

“Seriously? You two are at this again?” Brey startles me as she pops open the door and slides into her seat.

“Yep. You get Eli all settled?”

She snorts out a laugh, “Yep, I even left him with his balls partially intact.”

“I doubt that.”

“I was nice, I even changed his tire for him.” She giggles and I can just imagine how that whole scene went down.

“He can change a tire, you know?”

“Yep, he’s the one who taught me how, but he also made sure to drill it into my head that only dummies don’t carry a spare tire. We couldn’t have a dummy out here jacking up a car and changing the tire, now could we?”

With a shake of my head I pocket my phone and turn the car around. Honking the horn and waving at a fuming Eli, who’s still standing outside his truck.

The weeks fly by in a whirl of weekend visits and late-night phone calls. I cherish every minute I get to spend with Jenni. I’m in deep. I know it, and so does everyone else around me. It’s not like I’m trying to hide it anyway.

I’m crazy about Jenni, and we haven’t even had sex yet—but it’s coming soon. I can feel it in the way she talks to me, the way she is when we’re together. I can see her comfort level growing, which means that I need to plan to make our first time special. I can’t have her just surprising me again and making the next move. This is a big thing in a girl’s life, something they’ll remember forever. I want to make it memorable for her.

Not that I have any clue what to do to make it special. I mean sure, there are candles and flowers like they do in the movies. Obviously, I’ll have to go slow, be gentle—but beyond that, I’ve got zilch.

I’ve considered asking the guys, but what the hell would they know? They’re just as clueless as me. Most of them lost their virginities during the field parties we’d go to during our teens. We’re guys… we didn’t need anything special other than a willing girl. I consider asking Brey, but I quickly decide I’d rather not talk sex with my best friend’s little sister. No, thank you.

Which leaves me to figure out what to do on my own. So what does a guy like me have to do? Turn to Hollywood, and watch every teenage rom-com I could handle. Now I have a ton of ideas—mind you, I’m not sure if any of them are good—but I’ll be ready whenever she is.

Turns out, I don’t have to wait all that long because she brings up the topic during our lunch time conversation the next day.

“Hey Danny?” she asks about halfway through our Skype lunch date.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“Can we talk about sex?” she says it so casually and completely out of the blue. It causes me to choke on the ham and cheese sandwich that I’d just taken a bite of.

“Umm… yeah, what about it?” I manage to get out once I clear my throat.

“I think I may be ready, but I’m worried. Will it change things between us? My girls say sex changes things, and I don’t want things to change.”

“If by change things you mean make them even better, then hell yes it will.” I hold up a finger for her to let her know to hold on while a few of the other officers come in to grab their lunches from the fridge in the break room. Once they leave I continue in a low voice. “If you mean will it change anything between us, the answer is no. The only thing it will do is deepen our connection.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“Hey Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready.”

Hell yes! Time to put my plan in motion.

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