19. Lark

Chapter nineteen

Lark

If everyone in the world could see Dan Montgomery dancing around his living room, Christmas music playing as he drapes lights across his mantle, they would fall even more in love with him than they are already.

He’s known as the golden boy of the team. Always smiling, always having a good time. But that happiness feels dialed up to a thousand today, and I feel like the luckiest woman on earth to get to see it.

“Can you hand me that garland, Birdie?” he calls out over his shoulder as I carry two plates laden with sushi, Dan’s favourite light saber chopsticks pinched between my fingers. I’m starving, and can’t wait to dig in, so I have to pause a second to think about what he’s asking for.

It’s not only the food distracting me. It’s also the gorgeous man in a ridiculously cheesy sweater with Yoda wearing a Santa hat and the words “The Season, Jolly It Is” on it. The man who hasn’t stopped smiling, except when he’s singing along to the music or when he’s kissing me.

He hasn’t stopped kissing me .

Just short little pecks, each one sweet and chaste, and each one leaving his face full of such amazement, as if he can’t quite believe it’s happening.

I know the feeling.

Part of me keeps thinking this can’t be real. I can’t actually be here, with my friend Dan, decorating his place for Christmas. I should be with Baron at some stuffy office party somewhere, or worse, I should be home, bored and lonely. But I am here. With a man I can’t stop smiling around. Who seems so dang happy to just be with me.

It feels a little crazy, a little too good to be true. And if it were anyone other than Dan, I would definitely be questioning my hold on reality.

But it is Dan. I know him, probably better than most people in my life, Baron included. I know what he eats on his pizza and that he’s terrified of lizards. I know he thinks the Ewoks are the most underrated characters in the entire Star Wars franchise. I know he has two pairs of lucky socks, one for home games and one for away games. I know his parents are the most important people in his life, and that everything he does is for them. I know he’s the best man I have ever met, with a heart of gold as big as the Pacific Ocean.

And now I know he likes me. Really likes me. Maybe even more than likes me. He doesn’t want me to be anything other than what I am, doesn’t see me as just a friend or one of the guys. He doesn’t want me to change, to act differently, or be someone I’m not.

He wants me. And he’s never wanted anyone that way before.

If this is a too-good-to-be-true dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.

Setting the plates and chopsticks down, I pick up the green garland and carry it over to him. He takes it, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Thanks. Go ahead and start eating, I just wanna get this up.”

I ignore him, instead taking the other end of the garland and working to fasten it to the hooks he attached to the mantle earlier. “We’ll finish this, then eat.”

The happy smile he unleashes warms me on the inside. We make quick work of finishing the garland and then sit down next to each other on the couch with our dinner. He sits right next to me, our thighs touching. It’s the little things like this that tell me just how much things have shifted in our relationship. A month ago, we would have been at opposite ends of the couch. Still comfortable, still having a good time together, but with a necessary distance. Dan was never anything but respectful of my relationship with Baron, keeping things strictly platonic. And I had no clue how hard that must have been, being close to me as a friend but not allowed to even consider anything more.

It makes me fall for him a little harder, thinking about how he set aside his feelings, never breathing a word of them to me out of consideration. It also makes my heart break just a bit, thinking about the wasted years, the time we could have been together, if only I had wised up sooner to how unhappy I was.

“Everything okay? You haven’t tried your food.” Dan’s knee nudges mine and I startle back to reality.

“Yeah, fine. Sorry, just thinking about things.”

He sets his plate down and turns his body toward me. “About what? ”

I study him for a second, taking in how genuinely interested he is in listening to me. How much he truly wants to know my thoughts, my feelings, my opinions.

It’s a unique experience. Which is a very sad realization to have.

“I wish I hadn’t wasted so much time with Baron, trying to convince myself I was happy.”

Dan’s face shows his confusion for a couple of seconds before he grasps what I mean. Then he takes my plate, setting it down beside his, before gathering my hands and lifting them to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.

“Don’t think of it that way, Birdie. That wasn’t wasted time. That was necessary for you, for us, to figure out exactly what we wanted. Who we are. Besides, there’s no good to be found in looking back. Only forward.”

I slowly shake my head from side to side. “How did you get so wise?”

His shoulders lift in a bashful shrug. “My dad. He’s always got some random phrase that works for any situation.”

I lean in and kiss his cheek. “Well, I’ll have to thank him for raising such a smart man.”

Dan turns his face slightly and places a light kiss on my lips. Not satisfied with that, I tug my hands free and run them through his hair, holding his face close to mine so I can kiss him again, deeper.

He lets out a low groan, and his strong arms band around my body, pulling me into his lap. We haven’t gone further than kissing yet, but God, do I want to. I don’t want to rush him, however. Knowing he’s never done this with anyone makes me acutely aware of every move I make.

And makes me wonder if I’ll have to be the one to move things along…

Deciding to test that theory, I bring one hand between us and push on his chest. He takes the hint, falling backward on the couch until I’m stretched out on top of him. We’ve never been in this position with each other.

Ever.

I can feel every line of muscle bunching and tensing under me. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock between my legs. I can feel his hands tentatively roaming across my back. And I can feel his heart racing beneath my chest.

Feeling bold, and more than a little horny, I press my pelvis to his, grinding slightly against him.

He groans. “Jesus, Lark.”

I hum in response, trailing kisses down the scruff of his jaw and neck. My hands start to move, and I drag my fingers lightly up and down the side of his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt before lifting myself up enough to look at his face.

He’s turned on. That’s obvious. But is he nervous? Is this too fast? I’m suddenly filled with hesitation, unsure of what to do.

Dan doesn’t seem to feel that same hesitation. He reads my mind, replacing my hands with his and whipping his shirt off.

I’ve seen the man shirtless many times before.

But I’ve never had him laid out underneath me quite like this.

His thumb grazes my lip, and my gaze flies to his. He smirks. “You had a little bit of drool there, Birdie.”

I slap at his chest indignantly. “I did not.”

His chuckle vibrates through him and I struggle not to be too obvious while clenching my thighs together.

“Can we make this even or do you get to be the only one who can ogle.”

My eyes widen. “I…”

Once again, Dan somehow knows what I’m thinking before I even really do.

“Just because I haven’t had sex before doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about all the things I want to do to you, Lark. I’ve thought about getting you naked, running my hands over your curves, and discovering every inch of you with my tongue. I know we’re taking it slow, but I just want to feel your skin against mine.”

Oh, come on. I didn’t know words could make me melt, but I’m pretty sure I am no longer a human, and am instead a pile of goo.

“That’s the sweetest dirty talk I’ve ever heard, Dan Montgomery,” I tease as I sit up and slowly inch my sweater off. When I finally pull it over my head and meet his gaze, the fire burning in his brown eyes takes my breath away. He slowly sweeps his eyes up and down my body before lifting his hands and placing them on my hips. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips and he glances up at me.

“Can I…”

I shiver at that loaded question. And even though he doesn’t specify, I know I would let this man do absolutely anything to me. My head moves up and down. I don’t need to know what he wants to do, because I want it all.

Slowly, he slides his hands up my rib cage, drawing them in until his thumbs are dragging along the underside of my bra. His stare never falters, his focus intense.

Something dawns on me. A small clarification that doesn’t matter but has me curious. “You said you’ve never had sex but have you ever…done anything with a woman?”

I watch his throat move as he swallows, and some of that heat in his eyes dies. I instantly want to take back my question and restore his desire. But before I can try to salvage it, he answers.

“Before you showed up at my apartment, I had kissed just one woman other than my mom. And that was only because of a dare in eighth grade. I’ve gone on a few dates, but never done any more than a kiss on the cheek. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before you, Lark. I want to say I’m sorry for that, because it means I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But I can’t be too sorry, because I know no one would have ever come close to making me feel what you do with nothing more than your hands on my body and your lips on mine.”

I stare down at him, at the honest, vulnerable, beautiful man beneath me. How the hell did I get so lucky to be with him?

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, sliding it off my shoulders as Dan’s eyes widen.

“What are you doing?” he says, his voice raspy.

I toss my bra to the side, leaving me as bare as he is. “You said I shouldn’t be the only one allowed to ogle,” I say impishly, leaning forward so my small breasts brush his skin. “And you wanted to feel your skin on mine.”

One large hand tangles in my hair while the other comes to the middle of my back, holding me against him as he attacks my mouth. There might not be any finesse, but what he lacks in experience, Dan makes up for with enthusiasm and passion .

We’re pressed together, the heat building between us. Dan’s hips start to move under mine in jerky movements, a sort of thrusting and grinding combined.

Pushing up on his chest, I take his hands and lift them to my breasts. His hips still as I look down at him.

“Follow my lead,” I say, then slowly, I start to roll my hips, swiveling around on him. For a moment, he’s frozen, his eyes staring at his hands that are now covering my breasts. But for a guy with no experience, he catches on fast. When he squeezes me, I nod, encouraging him. He pinches my nipples and I can’t hold back my moan. Cautiously, he starts to move beneath me, much smoother this time, picking up the rhythm.

“Oh God,” I gasp as his dick rubs against me. Even through layers of clothing, I’m so turned on by him, by everything, that I realize with some surprise, I’m close to coming.

“Keep going,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed. I cover Dan’s hands with mine, showing him how to twist and pluck at my nipples the way I do when I’m playing with myself.

Again, he proves to be a quick learner, and I bring my hands to his chest, leaning forward so I can rock back and forth along him, rubbing my clit, listening to his pants and grunts and echoing them with my own sounds of pleasure.

“Shit, Lark,” he grinds out, dropping his grip down to my hips, holding me in place. He grunts, driving his hips up. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” Once, twice, three more times he grunts and thrusts before I feel him shudder through his release.

Mine is right there, but I don’t actually care about it anymore as I look down at him, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and pure ecstasy written across his face. I trace my fingers along his cheek, marveling at how right it feels to be with him this way.

But his eyes flutter open, and they’re filled with determination.

“Teach me how to get you off, Birdie.”

I’m moving before I can respond as he flips our positions. Once he’s stretched out on the deep couch beside me, he rests his palm on my stomach, his other arm propping up his head.

“I want to make you come.”

I nod vigorously. I want that, too. Very much. I take his hand and slide it down my body, dipping below the waist of my leggings. His fingers graze the dampness between my legs and his eyes grow dark. “Damn. Is that…is that because of me?”

A giggle escapes me. “Is there another deliciously sexy baseball player charming me with dirty sweet talk?”

He growls, bending down and kissing me before tugging my lower lip between his teeth. “There better not be.”

His fingers dip in and out, lightly circling, teasing. My hips start to shift as I fight not to grab his hand and put it exactly where I want him. If he wants to explore, who am I to say no?

But all too soon, that teasing becomes too much to bear.

“My clit, please,” I beg, my back arching as I clutch at his arms. “Your hand, anything. Please.”

All I can do is hope he can figure it out, because I’m too close to give him any more instruction than that. He fumbles at first, but then he proves, yet again, that he’s very in tune with me and my body. Because after a couple of minutes, I’m keening and crying out his name as the sweetest orgasm washes through my body.

When I drift back to reality and drag open my eyes, he’s looking down at me with such wonder and amazement. I cup his cheek and smile. “That was incredible.”

Slowly, he pulls his hand free and brings it in front of him. His fingers are shiny with my release, and I flush at the sight of it.

I don’t know what I expect him to do, but it certainly isn’t to lift it to his mouth and lick off the moisture.

“Delicious,” he says in a low voice. “Next time you need to teach me how to make that happen with my mouth so I can taste your sweetness.”

“Oh,” I gasp as he sucks another finger clean. “Well, um, okay. If you insist,” I stammer, feeling another wave of heat wash over me.

Dan looks down at me with a wicked smirk that promises all kinds of pleasure.

“Oh, I very much insist, Birdie. I’m gonna want to see you let go like that again, and again, and again.”

He pulls me up to sit, and tugs his shirt over my head, before picking up his lightsaber chopsticks, still glowing red from when he turned on the LED lights earlier. He lifts a piece of sashimi and holds it to my mouth.

“Eat.”

I chew and swallow before answering. “That was your dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh, I am. But not for sushi.”