CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

-:- MACKENZIE -:-

Seeing a message from Jig gave my day a well-needed boost. Although Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, the two bitches, are behaving themselves, I always feel tense at work now. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. If I’m not going to be comfortable here, I may just have to look for something else. They say it’s easier to find a job while you’re in one, so perhaps I should start looking.

Anyway, my day just got even better. Having rung him back as the message said, he’s invited me on our second date. Smart casual is the dress code apparently, so I’ll have to check my wardrobe for something that fits that description.

The afternoon soon passes and I can’t get away from work fast enough. Once home, I dump my purse and keys on the kitchen table and head straight for the closet. I don’t have a huge amount of clothing, I’ve always preferred quality to quantity. I’d rather have two quality items than four bad ones. I don’t care about being seen in the same outfit more than once, either.

Looking through my casuals, I come across a fabulous pair of jeans. I have a stylish pair of boots that will go with those, too. That was easy. Now for the top half. I have a lot of tops that would go with jeans, but smart casual? Damn, it would help if I knew what exactly he had planned.

Working my way through the hangers - I need to get rid of some of this stuff - I find a white shirt. It’s quite a thick material so there won’t be anything showing through, and it’s warm enough that I won’t need something over it. Oh, I have a new white lingerie set that I bought and haven’t worn yet. Bonus!

Clothing sorted, now it’s shower time. My long hair is a pain in the ass when I’m in a hurry. Do I wash it or not? Well, it’s a date, I need to wash it. Getting my hair washed and conditioned takes me longer than it does to get my whole body washed. Wrapping a towel around me, I can drip dry while I sort my hair.

I should have asked where we were going on this date. Wait a minute, jeans and cowboy boots. A plaited ponytail would go well with those, and I won’t have to have it bone dry either. Finishing my hair and getting dressed, I look in my full-length mirror. Boy, I look good, I could fancy me myself!

Driving over to Jig’s, I have butterflies. What if I’ve done smart casual, too casual? I guess I’ll know when he answers the door. Pulling up outside the cabin, I give it a closer look than last time, it doesn’t look in poor condition and the front yard is tidier than I remember it. It would make a good starter home for a small family.

Knocking on the door, it only takes a few moments before Jig is standing there in jeans and a shirt. Thank goodness, I think to myself. As I wait to be invited in, I get a kick out of him looking me over. Reaching out, I put my hand under his chin and close his mouth. “I take it you approve of my smart casual attire?”

Telling me I get ‘ever more beautiful’ makes me blush and I feel a tingle run through me. It’s been a long time since a guy said something nice to me. I’ll have to be careful as I could let myself get carried away with Jig.

Walking through to the kitchen, I glance over my shoulder to ask what he’s cooking, but I catch him watching my ass. Once in the kitchen, he starts to cook the meal. Steak, mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. I can live with that if he pulls it off. Seeing him slip an apron on, I smile when I read it. I kiss better than I cook. We might see about that later, I think to myself, if the meal is up to scratch.

Offering me a small glass of red wine, we sit and chat while the meal’s cooking. We talk together easily and I tell him things about past relationships that maybe should wait for date number five or something. When I tell him of Flynn’s last phone call, he gets quite angry. When he hears that I cried, he surprises me by coming over to me, holding me gently, and stroking my hair.

All this nice guy stuff, and maybe the wine, must be getting to me. If we’d already eaten, I might have thrown him across the table and taken him right there. Luckily my thoughts are disturbed when a timer goes ping, and he’s saved by the bell. I don’t know what’s got into me. I’m what you’d call a slow burn when it comes to men normally.

Eating the meal and enjoying more of the red wine, we carry on talking as though we’ve known each other for years. When he tells me about a woman called Lina, my red flags start flapping as though in a hurricane.

Asking if I’m just a rebound from a failed attempt, he assures me I’m not. Listening to him, I’m sure he’s telling me the truth. It’s only then that I point out his apron. He looks horrified when I tell him what the apron says, and he practically rips it off to read it for himself.

Blaming it on Amelia, I jump on the chance to drag her in as his mother again. Strongly denying it, I state, “Oh, that’s such a shame as your cooking was above average…”

I walk over to him, pull his mouth to mine, and kiss the hell out of him. Gasping for breath, and my heart racing, I see he’s the same.

“I should tell you now that I’m not this type of girl. This is usually way down the line for me when it comes to dating.” I stare into his eyes to see his reaction.

“I can wait. I don’t want to, you should know that, but I can if it’s the way to go, so you know I’m serious.” He says all this without breaking eye contact and I believe he would, one hundred percent.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“That has got to be another movie quote. You did not just come up with that.” He looks at me with a glint in his eye. “Okay, the best I got for you, ‘To infinity and beyond!’. Scooping me up bridal style, while I’m laughing so hard at his one and only movie quote, he walks up the stairs and to his bedroom.

Standing by the bed, he puts me back on my feet but turns me so I have my back to him. His hands on my hips, he buries his face in my neck and I hear him smelling my hair. Feeling his lips on my neck, I get goosebumps all over. His hands roam from my hips, down my thighs, and back again, carrying on up over my ribs until they cup my breasts. Still nuzzling my neck, his hands gently squeeze my breasts, and I lean back into him, tilting my head to one side, giving him access to my shoulder as well as my neck.

Undoing the top buttons of my shirt, I pull it off my shoulder and he attacks the newly bared flesh with his lips and teeth. Moaning, I reach behind me and stroke the lump in his jeans that is pushing against my ass.

Feeling his hands push the cups of my bra down, his fingers find my hard nipples. Rolling them gently has me gasping, and my pussy moistens in anticipation of what's to come. Still stroking his hardness with one hand, I pull at his jeans with the other. The button pops open and the zip slides down, almost eagerly.

Sliding my hand inside, I find his dick pulsing and the tip wet and slippery. Taking my free hand, I rip at my own jeans and push them down to give his wet head access to my hot pussy. Guiding him into me, I lean forward to rest my hands on his bed and then thrust back hard against him, forcing him to my core.

His hands gripping my hips, he starts his thrusts, gentle but deep to start with. Pushing back to meet him, he soon gets the message and begins to go harder and faster. Feeling my ass slap against him, my orgasm builds quickly and rages through me.

Knowing he has a way to go yet, as my climax was so quick, I slip from him, undress, and pull him to the bed with me. Pushing him onto his back. I straddle him and slide him back inside. Taking his hands, I put them back on my breasts, squeeze them, and push them up so I can lick my nipples. Feeling how hard he pushes into me, I know I’ve found something he likes to see.

Letting go of his hands, I rest mine on his chest and start to ride him in earnest. Not to be left out, he grips my hips and slams upwards into me. Holding me there, he thrusts harder, faster, and deeper. Sensing how close he is, I grab my breasts and push them to my mouth. As soon as he sees me lick my nipples, he groans and his hot seed fills me. With no warning, this triggers me again, and I squeal as another orgasm rocks me.

Literally collapsing on top of him, I feel him breathing hard. Wrapping an arm around me, he tucks me into his side and I sense him smelling my hair.

“Is that going to be a thing, then? You sniffing my hair?”

“I guess so. It’s never been a thing for me before. You must trigger a lot of things in me, I’ll say that. I’ve been like a cat on a hot tin roof all afternoon waiting to see you again. Raven suggested the meal idea. My head was all over the place trying to think of something suitable.”

Sliding his arm from me, he almost face-plants onto the floor as he gets off the bed. “Damn. You didn’t even give me a chance to get my jeans off!” Laughing at my embarrassment, he tells me to wait here, and I hear him dashing downstairs. Moments later, he’s back, carrying two champagne flutes and two spoons.

“We have to have these. One of the club chefs made them especially for us.”

“And what’s in them? Not more alcohol? You plied me with red wine and got your evil way with me. You don’t need more.” Batting my eyelids, trying and failing to look innocent.

“I didn’t ply you with alcohol at all. You were the one refilling the glasses, as I recall. I hoped to win you over with my dazzling smile, rapier-sharp wit, and culinary skills, I’ll have you know.”

“Well, I’m here for the night now. Neither of us can drive me home, and just so you know… what eventually won me over was your momma’s apron!”