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The only solution is to make sure to give her an orgasm, so I drop a hand down and press the pad of my thumb to her clit. Using a revolving motion that has never failed me, I caress and rub until her movements become jerkier and she throws her head to shriek as her core throbs around me.
“Harrison!” My name leaves her in three separate syllables as she grinds on me in a simultaneous rhythm, and there’s no holding out any longer.
I fountain inside her, the energy of my body, spirit, and soul pouring from me into Trina as I climax so fiercely that I see literally stars behind my eyelids.
Trina slumps over on top of me, our bodies still one, as we catch our breaths. And despite this being another crazy race to the finish line, this feels so different to our last encounter. Then, I wasn’t sure how she felt or if we might have a future in the offing. But now, I know this first date won’t be our last.
Not by a long shot.
Hell, I even made a reservation as a failsafe.
The reservation…
“Honey, we’re going to be late, aren’t we?”
She seizes my wrist to glance at my watch. “Not if we hurry.”
Not sure if I’m capable of any such thing, I nonetheless strive to return to vertical. Trina’s already collecting the items I’ve frisbeed around her room, and I wonder if we’ll ever make love with slow intensity like a normal couple.
Then again, maybe we’re not normal. Not that I mind.
The road we traveled to get here may have been long and winding, but with this kind of destination, it’s more than worth it.
Within the subsequent twenty minutes we dress, straighten our hair, and Trina reapplies her makeup. She has a flushed expression, her lips are duly swollen, and I happen to know that each of her breasts bear the marks of my mouth, but we’re only five minutes late for our reservation.
Not bad, if I do say so myself. And if I had it to do all over again, I’d make the exact same decision.
Epilogue
Harrison
Accompanying my lady love to a fine dining establishment brings me nothing but pleasure as I’m able to show her off tonight. Any time I’ve patronized The Blue Heron I’ve bumped into Oak Valley’s movers and shakers or notable VIPs, and tonight is no exception.
We see the principal of the high school, the mayor, and the owner and head chef of the restaurant itself, Violet Dean. And she just so happens to be at the end of the bar on the first floor talking to none other than my little brother.
Huh.
I’m about to go up to them and introduce Trina as my date when I notice how Violet is standing super close to Landon, and doing a lot of touching of his hand, arm, and shoulder. And once, even of his chest.
Interesting.
“Oh, well, look who we have here,” Violet calls out to my brother in her ringing tone despite their close proximity, and I can’t help but wonder if this is for her other diner’s benefit. The lady has the ability to command any crowd and broadcast her voice in nearly any environment. “Your brother and Trina Donald from that wonderful custom ladieswear shop.”
I pat Landon on the back and accept Violet’s fleeting hug. She’s not from around these parts originally, but like Sam, she’s adjusted to our ways. Mostly.
“Having dinner?” I ask him, narrowing my gaze. I suspect he and the chef may have business that has nothing to do with business.
“No, actually. Violet wanted some of my framed photography to go up on a wall upstairs.”
“Here,” Violet volunteers. “Let me show you. You have a reservation with a view anyway, don’t you?”
“We do,” Trina tells her.
“Well then, two birds with one stone.” Violet’s rigorously coifed updo suits that sleek chestnut brown hair of hers, and she guides the four of us upstairs with all the poise I’d expect of someone trained professionally in Paris.
She gestures toward the wall in question, one that’s made of exposed tan brick and is currently not a point of interest. Along that wall and situated on the hardwood flooring are a line of frames I can easily identity as Landon’s. They have his perspective and flare for lighting. As much shit as my brother aims in my direction, the truth is that he’s a gifted photographer. The subjects of his pictures showcase this.
The first features the fronds of a palm tree taken from underneath with the azure sky as a backdrop. The other three all display images from nature, likely taken from right here in Oak Valley. That’s his specialty, Georgian landscapes and nature pieces.
