Chapter 3

3

DYSON

I was not a relationship guy. Never had been. And before today, I'd have said I never would be.

But as I stared at Tori in the aftermath of her question, I could no longer say that. Because the last thing I could do was walk away from this woman and never see her again.

"Relationship," I said. "I want a relationship. But only with the right woman."

Only with you.

I couldn't say that out loud, of course. She'd run for the hills if she knew what was going through my mind. The two of us, raising a kid in my cabin. I already had the extra bedroom. We'd be partners, running our household and loving each other and the family we'd created.

"Now it's your turn," I said. "Are you looking for a relationship or…?"

She might be looking for neither. I had to prepare for that. Hell, she could tell me she was already in a relationship or even married. No wedding ring, but sometimes people didn't wear those.

"Both," she said. She patted her mouth with her napkin, then tossed it on top of her now-empty plate. "I've been thinking about sex nonstop since walking in here, but I'm not the one-night-stand type."

She'd been thinking about sex nonstop since she got here. My spirits soared. That had to be about me, right?

I'd had plenty of one-night stands in my younger years, but those days were gone now. I didn't even want to look at another woman at this point. It was hard to believe I'd ever been attracted to anyone else, actually.

"One time with you would never be enough," I said.

Did that sound like a pickup line? I was supposed to avoid scaring her off. Instead, I was jumping in with both feet.

But if I let her walk out of here tonight, I'd regret it. She had to at least know that meeting her had made a big impact on me in ways I couldn't explain yet.

"Prove it," Tori said.

That response was far from what I had expected. "Prove it?" I asked.

She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, turning in her seat to angle her body toward mine.

"Prove that one time with you would never be enough for me," she said. "I want to see what you've got."

I looked around. "Here?"

She looked around too. "You could come to my room."

That was a bad idea for multiple reasons. She might change her mind before we got there. Plus, if I was seen heading upstairs with a guest, that might look bad.

"I have a better idea," I said.

I hopped off the barstool. I briefly considered snatching up our plates and taking them to the kitchen, but I didn't want to call attention to us. The staff might have forgotten we were out here eating. If not, and they came out, they'd just assume we'd left.

I led her to a storage closet next to the bar. It held all the mixers and extra bottles of liquor, along with a bunch of bar supplies. The kitchen manager had walked me through there when I showed up. I'd marginally paid attention. I figured I wouldn't be restocking anything tonight.

But as I opened the door and stepped back to usher her inside, I was glad I'd gotten this part of the tour. The storage closet was perfect for getting a little alone time with the woman of my dreams.

"Did you ever play the game Seven Minutes in Heaven?" she whispered as I stepped in and closed the door behind me.

The closet was at least ten feet long, but on either side were shelves, giving us very little room to work with—vertically, anyway. But I could do her standing up. It just wouldn't be as romantic as getting her into bed.

Maybe I should've taken her up on the offer to go to her room.

"Never heard of it," I said.

"Really?" She crossed her arms over her chest again, giving me a smile that said she was up to no good. "We played it in seventh grade at a friend's house. You spin a bottle?—"

"I played Spin the Bottle," I said.

"Yes, but in this case, when you land on a person, you have to go into the closet and shut the door. And then, in the dark?—"

I reached back and flipped off the light. "Like this?"

It was pitch dark in the closet now. I couldn't see a damn thing.

"Yes," Tori said. "I got stuck in the closet with Drake Monroe. He's into boys, not girls, and everyone knew it, so I guess he got stuck with me too. We sat and gossiped for the whole seven minutes."

"Sounds like you were cheated out of a good time."

I felt her move toward me. She wasn't touching me, but the air around me had gotten heavier, more charged. And then she spoke, making it clear that yes, she was standing closer. Very close. Close enough that I could reach out and pull her against me.

"Nah," she said. "I didn't want to make out with any of those boys. I wanted someone just like you."

That went straight through me. She wanted someone like me? Just those words warmed me in ways I couldn't understand.

"In seventh grade?" I asked.

She laughed. "Not exactly. I just wanted something more than what the boys in my school had to offer. Something like what I feel when I'm around you."

That made sense. I felt the same way. All my life, I'd searched for this…whatever it was. The electricity that zoomed between us every time she was close. The way I couldn't look away from that beautiful face. This feeling that my life had changed forever, and I couldn't even remember who I was before tonight.

It all sounded so cheesy, but there it was. And now I had the chance to do something about it.

"So how does this whole seven minutes in heaven thing work?" I asked as my dick pressed against my zipper.

"Everyone's on the other side of that door, speculating about what we're doing," she said.

That threw me for a moment. They were? But then it hit me that she was roleplaying. That was hot.

"The rules of Seven Minutes in Heaven are simple." She took another step toward me, which put her just inches from me. It was getting harder to keep my hands off her. "You can do whatever you want with the seven minutes. You can make out, have sex, or just talk. When the seven minutes are up, you have to come out."

"So I only have seven minutes," I said.

" I only have seven minutes."

Before I could ask what she meant, I felt Tori's hands on the fastening of my jeans. I should stop her. I should tell her that I wanted to satisfy her before she?—

Her hand was in my jeans before I could say anything. Not just my jeans, but my underwear. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut as those warm fingers slid around my shaft, moving downward as she pressed her body close to mine.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

All I could do was moan again. "You really should let me?—"

"Shhh," she interrupted. "Remember, we only have seven minutes. And what happens in the closet, stays in the closet."

With her other hand, she shoved down my underwear and jeans, setting my cock free. I moaned again. Damn, it felt so good. No way could I have stopped her.

"I've never done this before," she said. "I think it's called ‘jerking off'?"

That threw me for a second, but then I remembered the game. We were pretending to be two innocent teens, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Of course, she knew exactly what this was called. A hand job. She'd probably done at least that much by the time she graduated high school. But there was something a little clumsy about the way she moved her hand along my length. It was almost like she was...exploring.

"You're so big," she whispered. "Nobody ever told me a penis could be this thick and long."

My eyes widened, and I was glad she couldn't see my response. I was surprised mostly at the use of the word "penis." It wasn't quite dirty talk. Not at all. Instead, it was kind of clinical.

She was really good at this roleplaying stuff.

"Can I touch you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I had to kiss her, but I didn't want to get in the way of what she was doing. Besides, it might take me a minute to find her mouth in this darkness, and the last thing I wanted was to come across as an amateur, roleplay or not.

"Sure." Tori withdrew her hand. "Hold on."

So much for not getting in the way of what she was doing. I missed her hand on my cock. I replaced it with my own for a few strokes as I heard the rustle of clothes being removed. First the shirt and then the sound of a zipper.

Wait. Was she...?

"Did you just take all your clothes off?" I asked.

I'd never wanted to flip the lights on in a room more. But that would definitely get in the way of...whatever this was.

"I'm still wearing my panties," she said.

And then I felt her hands on my left wrist. She moved that hand to her breast. I let go of my erection and moved that hand to her other breast, closing my eyes again as I felt the two extremely plump mounds, each with a pebbled tip.

Damn if this wasn't the sexiest thing that'd ever happened to me.

"I'm coming in for a kiss," she said.

Sure enough, I felt her face nearing mine as her hand once again wrapped around my cock. I lowered my head slightly and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue snaking between them to pry them apart and deepen the kiss.

"Mmm," she moaned, and the sound was almost my undoing.

Finally, I broke the kiss and moved my mouth near her ear. "Turn around," I said. "I want to touch you."

She hesitated a moment, then did exactly that, removing her hand, then returning it once she was angled differently. I planted kisses along her neck as my left hand returned to her breast. My right went straight to the top of her panties, sliding beneath them and going straight to her hot, wet center.

"Oh," she breathed as she leaned back against me.

Her strokes increased in speed, making it harder to hold back. Every now and then, she ran a thumb over my tip, and the bead of moisture she took with her, combined with her movements, felt amazing. I had to work some magic with her if I wanted her to come before I did.

"You're wet for me," I murmured into her ear as she began gently moving her hips. "So wet and tight. I can't wait to fuck that pussy."

"Oh!" Tori said again, this time the word coming out not as a whisper, but in a voice a couple of pitches above how she normally spoke.

"Do you like it when I rub your clit?" I asked as I did just that.

She nodded against me, continuing to stroke. Luckily, her movements had gotten clumsy as I distracted her. She could refocus her efforts later, after she came.

"Don't stop," she said on a sigh, her voice back to a whisper. "Like that. Faster. Oh God, yes. I'm going to?—"

She bucked against me, her thighs squeezing my hand. For a frightening moment, I was sure she was going to cry out, but she managed to ride out her orgasm with a series of sighs and gasps. And then she went still in my arms, her hand still clasped around my shaft but not moving.

"Turn the light on," she said, moving away from me.

The order confused me. We were still playacting Seven Minutes in Heaven, right?

"Won't our friends see that we turned on the light?" I asked, testing to see if the game was over.

"I don't care," she said. "I want to watch you touch yourself. I want you to come on my chest."

Fuck, that was hot. No one had ever requested that. Was this woman into some kinky stuff? Not that I minded, but the idea of spilling my seed onto her bare skin bugged me more than I wanted to admit.

This was my princess. My queen. This was a woman I wanted to treasure. Coming on her chest seemed...wrong?

But turning on the light seemed right, so I did that part of it. When I turned back around, my eyes still adjusting, what I saw almost made me come on the spot.

Tori was on her knees, wearing only her panties. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. She looked utterly fuckable. I'd never wanted a woman more.

Not just for sex, either. I wanted her in my bed every night for the rest of my life. Naked, in pajamas...I didn't care. This was the woman for me.

"Come here," she said, gesturing with her finger.

I didn't have to be asked twice. I moved toward her, all too aware of the fact that my jeans and underwear were still at thigh level. My hand was wrapped around my cock as I stared at those generous breasts—the ones I'd had in my hand just minutes earlier. I wanted to lick her nipples before moving my mouth to her clit and making her come again.

But she wanted me to come first, and I was all about making my woman happy.

"Is this what you want?" I asked as I slid my hand from my base all the way to the tip, keeping my eyes on her the entire time.

She gave a slow nod, her eyes wide as she stared at my hand. I moved with deliberate slowness, wanting her to appreciate every damn second of this. But she wanted to watch me enjoy it.

And then she was gesturing again."I want to taste the tip."

Did this woman have any idea what she was doing to me? The answer to that had to be no. I did as she commanded and stepped even closer, stopping just in front of her.

Lifting her gaze toward my face, she cupped her breasts as she leaned forward. Her tongue snaked out, sliding across the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that had formed there.

I couldn't keep my eyes open if I tried. I let them slam shut as I savored the feel of her tongue swirling around my tip. My strokes grew bolder, longer, and faster, driving me toward orgasm.

When I came, I didn't have time to think about aiming. I couldn't think about anything except the fact that this woman was in front of me, mostly naked and wanting me. I unloaded a ridiculous amount of cum, only looking to see where it had landed once I was finished.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw my girl licking her lips. But only some of the cum had landed on her. The vast majority was on the floor. Together, we looked down at it.

"Crap," I said.

Eyes wide, she looked up at me, then pushed herself to her feet. "I have to go."

"Wait...what? Why?"

Those words rang through the air in the closet. Neither of us seemed worried about whispering anymore.

Tori had snatched up her clothes and was now hurriedly sliding into them. "I have to get up early tomorrow and drive home. But thanks for...everything."

I couldn't believe how fast she'd gotten dressed. I couldn't seem to form words to stop her from leaving, either. As a result, I just stood there, pants around my thighs, naked around my groin area, watching her leave.

Only after the door closed and I was in the closet alone did it hit me that I had no way to reach her. All I knew was her first name was Tori and she lived in Kingston.

What if I never found her again?