Chapter 3

I'm late for my date, and I'd like to say I have a valid excuse, but I just want to strut in fashionably late and blow Eden's little mind. I've pulled out all the stops with my look tonight. There's no point in trying to ease him in. I've gone for a slightly grungy/dominatrix look with a hint of Scottish charm. That probably sounds like a hot mess on paper, but trust me it works. My phone buzzes in my knock-off sporran.

Edenloves69 20:08:Hey, I'm here. Got us a cosy corner booth, and I've already ordered our drinks.

Queer4Kai 20:08:Well, that's presumptuous of you. How do you know what I want?

Edenloves69 20:09:Hurry that smart arse up and you'll find out. ;)

Last night, we stayed up far too late talking and Edenloves69 isn't as innocent as I once thought. We flirted hard and got onto the topic of whether we top or bottom. I tend to go for guys who are larger than me, who have typically preferred to top, but I'd say I'm more vers. I've always fantasised about having a flip fuck, so when Eden told me he enjoys both my queer little heart and cock throbbed.

Judging by his pictures, he's a big guy. He has the body of a bear but a fucking stunning face. The mere thought of owning this beast of a man's hole and hearing him weep my name gives me a hard-on.

The conversation didn't escalate too much last night, but there was serious heat. It's like our phone call gave him a boost of confidence, and he's been extra flirty in our texts today, and I'm not mad about it. I like his playful side, but also appreciate that slightly sensitive side too. He almost seems a bit too perfect. And you know what they say: if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

After an abundance of failed relationships, it's no surprise I harbour a healthy amount of pessimism.

A few minutes later, I'm sashaying into the dimly lit bar. I've been here once with Nola, and it screams first-date vibes. Candles flicker on each table, and the deep, earthy tones create the perfect atmosphere.

I spot Eden right away in a corner booth. When he clocks me, the brightest smile paints his face. I damn well near trip at the sight of him as he effortlessly glides out of the booth and stands up.

Ok, I'm screwed.

Unlike his pictures, he has a hint of stubble, which only adds to his overall aesthetic. Eden's white skin has a sun kissed glow like he just returned from a beach holiday. His profile said he was 6'2, but he somehow looks bigger in person. It must be his shoulders and chest causing such a stir. They're so bloody wide. I pull myself together and smile back as I make my way over.

"Fancy seeing you here," I say with every ounce of charm I can muster.

"I know, it's strange, right?"

There's a hitch to his voice. He seems a bit nervous. I almost melt.

He leans down to hug me warmly, which I love. We are way past the handshake stage. He lightly kisses my cheek, and the tiny bristles from his beard tickle my face, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I feel it right in the bottom of my spine.

Eden smells nothing like what I imagined. He smells almost sweet, like honey. It's not aftershave, so it must be his shampoo mixed with his natural musk, and it's fucking divine. I want to bottle it up and wank off to it.

"Here, let's sit." He motions towards the booth, but before I take a seat, I slip off my furry jacket to reveal my hot as fuck outfit. Eden's eyes pop, and he roughly clears his throat.

"Everything ok, Eden?" I say in a tone that sounds sluttier than Jessica Rabbit.

"Your top's see-through?" He swallows so hard that his Adam's apple noticeably bobs. I knew this little mesh number would leave him in a tizzy.

"Correct." I raise one of my shaped eyebrows and smirk.

"I-I can see your nipples," he stammers.

"You're a very observant man." I pat his firm chest twice, resisting the urge to sink my fingers into his pecks. He's practically salivating, and I'm loving every second of it.

"You never mentioned those." Eden points back and forth between each of my pierced nipples. His cheeks are rosy, and I swear his breathing is elevated.

"Oh, these old things, had them for years." I push out my chest and lightly brush my fingertips over the flimsy material, catching my nipples.

His eyes darken, and a strangled moan slips from his lips. I feel like a fucking king. I did that to him, me.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles. "I think we should sit down before I have an aneurysm."

I throw my head back in laughter as I slide past him, letting my kilted arse grind against his crotch. I'm taking the piss now, but it's way too much fun seeing his lustful reaction. It's everything.

I had no doubt this burgundy mesh top, black kilt and chunky boots would be a killer look, and that little spectacle proved it.

I've taken it easy with the makeup tonight because the outfit speaks for itself. I opted for some bottom eyeliner, mascara, highlighter and cherry lip balm which makes my lips pop. If, on the off chance, we kiss, he'll have something delicious to taste.

We both sit, and I notice two margaritas on the table. Damn, is this man a mind reader?

"So go on then, how did I do?" he says, nodding towards our cocktails.

"Not bad at all. How did you guess?"

"As you said, I'm an observant guy." He winks at me when he says this, he goddamn winks, and I feel my cock thicken under my kilt.

I'd like to say I'm immune to his charm, but I'm putty in his hands at this point. I swear to god, his stupid olive eyes even sparkle in the candlelight. He's at an unfair advantage.

"Go on, tell me, I'm curious. I've never mentioned margaritas before."

I lean forward and take a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh. It's a bloody good margarita.

When I lick the salt off my lips, I don't miss his eyes following the movement, so I do it again, slower this time. Eden rubs the back of his neck like some deep tension needs working out. I'd be more than happy to oblige.

"Well, you said the only spirit you drink is Tequila, and you mentioned eating sour Haribo the other day, so I put two and two together."

Shit, he is observant, got to love a man who listens.

He finally sips his drink and then leans back into the booth. I peek down at his thick muscular thighs spread across the seat. They're probably double the size of mine and practically bursting out of his jeans.

"I'm impressed, but I thought you were a beer guy?" I cock an eyebrow at him.

"I am, but I like to treat myself to a cheeky cocktail for special occasions."

His mischievous smile causes a flurry of butterflies to break loose in my stomach; that's new. I haven't had butterflies since I was a teenager, odd.

"So, you'd say this is a special occasion, then?"

"I think so, don't you?"

His smile is genuine but oh-so-tempting at the same time. How does he manage that? Eden's not the shy computer nerd I was expecting. He has a subtle confidence in himself. It's utterly charming and incredibly sexy.

"I do." I spread my legs slightly, making my kilt dip in between my thighs and let my knee brush his. I know he feels it, but he plays it cool and asks about my day. I guess at some point, we have to have more of an in-depth conversation instead of undressing each other with our eyes and shamelessly flirting.

* * *

The evening goes off without a hitch. The chemistry between us is electric. However, I take back what I said earlier. Eden's still an absolute secret geek and a sweetheart. He talked about his work with such passion. Admittedly, a few things he said about cyber security went right over my head, but the cute, excitable expressions he pulled while talking about it made me feel all gooey inside. I could listen to him talk all day with that smooth-as-silk voice.

He told me that his parents retired to New Zealand, and although he had a good childhood, they had a hands-off approach to parenting, and they're not particularly close. But when he spoke about his sister Olivia, her husband Tom and his niece, who was born two months ago, his whole face lit up and made my heart swell. I can tell he's totally devoted to them. I didn't share anything about my family because why would I? They're irrelevant.

There hasn't been a single lull in the conversation, and I'm surprised when I go to the toilet and check my phone and realise it's already half twelve. I expected this to be a quick drink, and we'd be rushing back to mine to bump uglies, but I genuinely enjoyed talking to him. We've covered so many bases. From our first celebrity crushes to ridiculous conspiracy theories and so much more.

Eden gives as good as he gets and doesn't hesitate to put me in my place when I give him sass. I love that dynamic with friends and I'd want the same in a partner. I can't stand constantly being up people's arses. I want to be challenged and Eden definitely does that.

Surely, it's not supposed to be this easy, or maybe it is. I'm perplexed by this man.

As I return from the bathroom, Eden's eyes glide over my pins when I squeeze past him. He looks at me inquisitively and goes to speak but stops himself.

"Go on," I encourage with a devilish grin.

"I have to ask. It's been bugging me all night. Are you wearing boxers under that kilt?"

His cheeks turn a darker shade of pink, and his eyes dart to my lap, then back up to my eyes.

"Hmm, boxers, not exactly," I tease, biting my lower lip.

"So, you're naked under there?"

He looks excited by that concept, but has yet to learn how much better this is about to get.

"No, I'm wearing underwear," I say, playing dumb.

"I don't understand, so you're wearing briefs, like tighty-whities?" His deep chuckle vibrates through the seat.

"Do I look like the kinda person who wears tighty-whities?" I deadpan.

"You certainly do not." His eyebrows draw together in deep thought for a moment, but when the penny drops, he gives me a heated look.

"Oh fuck, are you wearing lacey knickers?"

"Bingo." I wink at him, and his jaw drops.

I lean forward, push my forefinger under his chin, and close his gaping mouth.

"What colour?" he asks with a hint of shyness now. He fidgets in his seat and adjusts the crotch of his jeans. I should probably show some mercy, but my god, this is the best foreplay I've had in years, so I'm most definitely dragging it out.

"Now that would be telling."

"You should definitely tell me; it's the right thing to do. Go on, be a team player."

I know he's dying for an answer, but his suggestive smile tells me he doesn't want it to be that easy. He wants to be teased.

"Alright, I'll tell you, but only if you give me something since this is a team sport, after all."

"Hmm, tit for tat, I can do that. What do you want to know, Kai?"

"Aside from my nips, obviously," I say with a smirk, eliciting a small laugh from him. "What did you first notice about me?"

"That's easy."

Eden leans forward so our faces are closer than they've been all evening, but he doesn't speak for a weighty moment. The suspense almost kills me. I raise my eyebrows at him as if to say hurry the fuck up and tell me how stunning I am, but he doesn't rush. He brushes my curly fringe out of my eyes and strokes down my face until he's holding the side of my neck and stroking my earlobe with his thumb.

I'm about five seconds away from combusting when he finally speaks, "I noticed your eyes, of course." I release a trapped breath, but he gives me no respite and keeps going, "They're so fucking blue. I've never seen anything like them before. I could lose my damn mind looking into those eyes, Kai."

I've never swooned so hard and been so physically hard from one line. This man is an anomaly.

I look at him through hooded eyes, and something synchronously snaps inside us. We fill the space, allowing our mouths to collide. The kiss is delectably deep and slow at first. Nothing about it is rushed. He kisses me like he has all the time in the world, and he wants to savour every flick of my tongue.

I grab the collar of his hideous chequered shirt and haul him closer so our chests touch. His body feels firm against mine and warm, so deliciously warm. The heat radiating off him is like an inferno, or maybe that's me. The friction from his hard chest against my pierced nipples sends a spike of arousal to the end of my cock, making it twitch. Thank god for my lace knickers providing some restriction because otherwise, my kilt would be doing the cha-cha slide.

I'm not sure how long we melt into each other, but when we finally break free, we're breathing unnaturally fast, and my whole body is lit up. I need to be alone with him, feel him against me without any barriers, like silly clothes.

"I think it's time to go," I say, just above a whisper.

He nods, hand shooting up to ask for the bill, but his eyes stay glued to mine like he's thoroughly transfixed.

* * *

The sexual tension is palpable on the drive back to my apartment. The fact Eden has kept a firm hand on my thigh and only moves it to change gears is making me all kinds of horny.

I had four margaritas tonight, even though he only had one because he drove. I don't know about anyone else, but booze makes me a little slutty. I'm about two seconds away from demanding he pull over and straddling him in the driver's seat when we thankfully pull into the car park.

As he gracefully parks, I can't help but admire his side profile. He has a great nose. It's not exactly dainty or cute like mine, but it suits his face. It's masculine and distinguished. His hair is dark brown, almost black compared to my medium brown hair. He has it short on the sides but a bit of length on top. It looks relatively straight, and I really want to card my fingers through it.

As soon as he pulls the handbrake up, he whips off his seatbelt, unhooks mine and mauls my face. The kiss is more frantic than the one in the bar, he all but sucks my face off, but it's so fucking good. The way his tongue wraps around mine like it was made for my mouth makes me light-headed.

Before I know it, he's slamming his seat back into a lounging position, dragging me onto his lap and palming my thighs while I grind on his lap and suck on his neck.

Eden releases a gluttonous groan, sending a rush of arousal throughout my cock. If I wasn't already hard, I certainly am now. I drag my lace-covered cock and balls against the crotch of his rugged jeans, desperately seeking friction. He shudders beneath me at the indulgent motion, then sinks his fingers deeper into the soft tissue of my thighs. I've not come from dry humping in years, but the probability of it happening tonight is exceptionally high, so I pull away from him and try to compose my horny self.

We're both panting, and he's gazing at me with lust-filled eyes. As I go to lean in again, my phone buzzes in my bag. I debate, ignoring it, but the piercing sound persists.

"Do you want to get that?" He pants.

His lips are slightly parted and moist, and it takes everything in my power not to dive back in.

"Grrrr, ok," I grumble, leaning over to grab my phone out of my bag. It's Nola, shock.

"Hey, what do you want?"

"Pfft, rude. Are you home?"she grumpily asks.

"No, I'm not home, I'm in the car park."

"Eh, why?"

"Well, I currently have a very hot man tucked between my thighs, so I can't exactly make it inside until I've dealt with that."

Eden's eyebrows raise. I wink at him, wiggling my bum on his lap. His large hands pin my thighs, making me still.

Nola laughs loudly down the other end of the phone. Eden must hear it because his bright smile grows.

"You hussy. Alright, I'll leave you to it. Have a good night and be safe. Love you."

"Ok, hate you, bye."

I hang up, stop sharing my location and fumble to get my phone back into my bag, so I can get back to more urgent matters. Eden looks up at me with a frown and a quirked lip.

"Don't worry. I love her, really. She's my best friend, and it's a thing we do."

"Oh, ok." Eden chuckles, fingertips delicately brushing along my jaw. "Maybe we should call it a night, though," he says, looking conflicted.

My stomach drops. Shit, maybe that was a bit much. Have I scared him off already? Well, fuck it if I have. I'm not going to change. I'm a hoot. If he can't handle that, so be it.

"Erm, sure, ok." I clamber off his lap and slide into the passenger seat.

"Hey, I just mean it's getting late, and I don't want to rush this."

"Ahum."

I try to hide my disappointment, but my cheeks feel heavy. I thought he was into this all evening, and now he wants to pump the brakes.

"Look, I really like you. Tonight was perfect."

A large hand glides up my thigh, which is kind of irritating because I'm still stiff and gagging for him. If he isn't going to fuck me, he's going to need to keep his paws to himself.

"So let me get this straight. You like me, but don't want to sleep with me yet?"

I'm fully pouting now, but I have no control over my face when I'm being dramatic.

"Nothing about this is straight," he jokes and I can't help but let my frown falter.

"But yes, this isn't a race. I want to get to know you first. Plus, you've had a few more drinks than me, and I don't want to take advantage."

I release a petulant groan, then cross my arms and huff. I'm half joking, although I still feel a bit rejected. I'm so used to people trying to fuck me on a first date that my mind's struggling to catch up.

He leans over to kiss me, but being the diva I am, I turn my face slightly so he misses my lips.

"You know you're still kind of sexy even when you're being a brat," he says, complimenting me while taunting me. God he's good. He knows which buttons to push.

"Pfft, excuse me." My eyebrows scrunch up, and my mouth hangs open, faking shock.

"You heard." He squeezes my thigh a few times, so I swat him away.

"I've not been called a brat in years," I mumble.

"Really? That's hard to believe." His ridiculous smirk makes my chest feel tighter than usual.

"Oh, piss off."

I playfully hit him, but he snatches my wrist and drags me closer, catching my lips in a quick kiss.

"Fine, I better go then if you're not gonna bend me over the hood."

Eden lets out a frustrated moan. I roll my eyes and grin at him while reaching for the door handle.

"Wait, when can I see you again?" He rushes out.

"I'm working a day shift tomorrow, so I have tomorrow night off. Would that be too soon?"

I'm probably coming off a bit strong, but I don't feel like letting this man slip through my fingers.

"Absolutely not, tomorrow it is, I can't wait." He beams at me, and my heart does a little two-step.

"Me too." I smile at him warmly, then can't resist giving him one last peck before getting out.

"Goodbyeeee, Kai," he drawls, giving my bum a cheeky slap on departure.

"Goodbye, Edenloves69." I lean down and wink at him before slamming the car door shut.

Who the hell is this man, and where did he come from?