Jasper
I still can’t believe Brynn agreed to give me another chance. I’ve been floating all day, and I think I’m freaking out the kitchen staff with how much I’ve been smiling. It’s been a slow day in the kitchen, so I head out to decide on dinner for Brynn and me.
I’ve spent a good part of the afternoon planning it. She’s wrapping up her second Sunset event of the season, when I meet up with her in the lobby. I’m no longer wearing my kitchen clothes, as I have changed into my good pants and a button-up shirt. Brynn dressed up for the event at my request and is in a tan, lace dress with a brown, leather belt around her waist and matching brown, cowboy boots.
She left her hair down, and I wonder if she did that, because she remembered how much I love her hair that way. I want to think she did.
I hold out my hand for her, and she walks right to me, taking it without hesitation. I pull her hand up and twirl her around.
“You look stunning,” I tell her.
“You look pretty handsome there yourself. Big plans?” She asks.
“Yep, got me a hot date,” I say and tuck her hand into the crook of her arm.
“Oh, really?” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I just smile at her.
“Yep.” I say, as I lead us to her room.
“You have a plan to get laid?” She cocks her head to the side.
“No, that’s not proper first date manners. Just open the door.” I tell her.
I had Lin’s help here. Her porch is lit up with as many candles as I could fit. They surround the table, which has our dinner on it covered and waiting for us.
“Jasper!” She gasps. “What did you do?”
“Well, I knew the chance of getting you away from The Inn for an evening during the season was slim to none, so this is the second best option. Will you have dinner with me?” I ask her.
“Of course.” She says, and then shocks me, when she leans up and kisses my cheek, before taking a seat at the table.
I recover just in time to help pull out her chair, before sitting across from her.
“So, what’s for dinner?” She asks.
I smile. “Open up and see,” I tell her.
“Mac and cheese?” She asks, when she takes the lid off.
“Not any mac and cheese.” I smile, as she digs in.
“Oh my, gosh, lobster mac and cheese. You remembered?” She asks shocked.
On our first date, I took her to my family restaurant. She had been talking about this lobster mac and cheese she saw on some food TV show. So, my dad and I worked on a few recipes, using my mom as a taste tester, until we found the perfect one, and that’s what we had on our first date.
“Of course, I remember. There isn’t a minute of our time together that I’ve forgotten. There may be a few I wanted to forget, but I remember them all.” I say, as I hold her gaze.
She stares for a moment, before clearing her throat and digging into her dinner.
After the first bite, she groans. “This is even better than the last time I had it.” She says.
“Well, I have picked up a few new tricks since then.” I wink at her.
Dinner flows great. We talk about our time apart, and the happy stuff we did. Funny gossip about the people in town, and suggestions she has gotten on The Sunset event.
Once she finishes eating, I pull out my phone and put on some music. I stand and hold my hand out to her.
“Dance with me?” I ask her.
Her smile lights up her pretty face, as she stands and takes my hand. I pull her off the porch into the sand, and we dance.
“Last time I danced, before Lin’s wedding, was at prom with you.” She says.
“I remember at prom I spent every dance, trying to hide how hard you made me just being so close. You were so beautiful in that emerald, green dress.” I tell her.
“I still have it. Couldn’t bear to get rid of it.” She smiles and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Well, keep it. The memory of what we did after prom is one of my favorites.” I chuckle.
That night wasn’t the first time we had sex, but it was the first time we made love.
“It was one of the best nights of my life,” I tell her.
“I agree it was.” She sighs.
I pull her closer, not hiding how she makes me feel. I’m hard as steel, and having her so near, is intoxicating. Her scent fills my lungs, and her skin on mine makes my body crave her.
But not on a first date. I won’t mess this up.
“Can we go for a walk on the beach?” She asks.
“Of course,” I tell her and grab my phone. I shoot off a quick text for one of the kitchen guys to come out and clean up the porch. Then, I take her hand, and we walk down the two shorelines.
Brynn switches sides to put me between the water and her, and something Kade said to me in passing about Lin comes to mind.
“Brynn, have you been back in the water since?” I ask her.
She hesitates for a minute. “No, and not even on a boat. I hate even driving over the bridge.” She says honestly.
I get that. Her parents died in the ocean right off The Island, and it was the same storm that caused the one bridge in and out of town to collapse.
Maybe, this time, when the storm knocked out the bridge, it was a good thing, because it trapped Kade on The Island and brought him and Lin together. It also pushed Brynn and me together.
“Ever think the bridge going out this time was your parents way of pushing you and Lin to your happily ever after? Think your parents got tired of you waiting around?” I ask.
She’s quiet for so long that I think maybe she didn’t hear me.
“I thought so for Lin. The events were just too perfect. It’s like maybe her mom handpicked Kade and delivered him on a silver platter. The jury is still out on you.” She forces a smile, but I see the thought in her eyes.
“Every so often something happens, and I look back and just know my dad had a hand in it. I’m pretty sure my dad was conspiring with your parents to trap us together like this. Not long after the bridge went out, I felt this pull to go visit my dad’s grave. Lin and Kade showed up. She came over and offered me an olive branch that I didn’t know I needed. Helped me heal in a way. If I didn’t have the pull, I wouldn’t have been there.” I tell her.
“Well, our parents always did like to meddle and play matchmaker.” She says.
“Very true.” By this time, we have walked around The Island point and are over on the other side, where we held The Sunset event.
“How long before it stops hurting so much?” I ask her.
She seems to know exactly what I mean. “I don’t know if the pain of losing them really stops, or we just become used to it. I think around two years I got so busy I forgot to grieve. By the time things slowed down, it hurt a whole lot less.” She says.
We turn and start heading back to The Inn, and once again, she changes sides to keep me between her and the water. I take that moment to wrap my arm around her, as if to say, I won’t let anything take her away from me.
“I hope you know you can talk to me about this. I’ve been there, so has Lin. Either one of us would be happy to listen.” She says.
“I know, Firefly, I know,” I say and desperately search for a way to get our date back on track.
“So, think you can sneak away from The Inn tomorrow mid-day?” I ask her. I want to get our next date lined up.
“Rich is working, so I think I can do that.” She says with a smile.
“Good, I’m going to take you on one of my favorite dates we used to do, when we were still in school.”
“What’s that?” She asks.
“You’ll see.” I smile.
“Well, at least tell me what to wear.” She says.
“What you normally wear will be perfect,” I say.
She chuckles, as we make our way into the lobby. I walk her to her door, and she stops and turns around.
“You coming in?” She asks.
I lean down and kiss her. A sweet, soft kiss with a promise of more to come.
“No, I’m not. That’s not proper first date behavior.” I smirk.
“But.” She starts, and I cut her off with another kiss.
“Good night, Firefly. See you tomorrow for date number two.” I tell her, turning and walking away.
Walking away, is the hardest thing I have had to do in a long time. Am I crazy for walking away from the perfect girl who wants me her bed? I want to be there so bad it hurts. I want to hold her and wake up to see her in the morning, when her walls are down, and she’s a little shy.
When I get home, I find mom reading on the couch, like I do every night.
“What has you smiling like the cat that just caught the canary?” She asks, as she sets down her book.
“I just had a date with Brynn. An amazing date at that.” I tell her but make no move to go sit down. “I’m going to bed, so if you want details, you’ll have to make me breakfast, and something with bacon,” I call over my shoulder.
My mom makes the best omelets, and while she cooks breakfast for us most mornings, I know she will go over the top for the gossip tomorrow. That makes me smile, as I head right to the bathroom to take a shower.
As I step under the ice, cold water, it doesn’t stop my thoughts. Mostly, flashes of Brynn in that green prom dress. But the Brynn I know now has more curves, a sassy smile, and looks like a goddess, when she cums.
Fuck. Knowing what she looks like, when she cums has been hell. It’s all I can think about, because I want to make her do it again and again. But now that we’re dating, I won’t rush this. I will wait for at least the third date rule. My dick doesn’t agree though, as he’s hard and angry with me.
I give my balls a tug, trying to relive the pressure, but it just makes thoughts of Brynn’s mouth around my cock flash through my mind. Punching a fist to the wall, I brutally grab my cock and start stroking him. I picture Brynn in the bathtub at the hotel, only this time, I get in with her.
When I get in, she turns and climbs on top of me and sinks down on my dick. With her warmth engulfing me, and her perfect tits eye level with the water, and the bubbles cascading down, she wraps her arms around me and starts riding me.
Then, flashes of prom night, her looking into my eyes, while I slipped inside of her, and all the I love you’s exchanged that night, when she came on my cock. That memory always does it, and my cum spurts from my cock and right down the drain with the cold water.
I lean against the wall, as the orgasm runs through my body, but it’s gone as fast as it came. I’m reminded of how long it’s been, since I’ve been inside my girl and groan.
This is the worst self-induced torture ever.