“To see if you scream on roller coasters or raise your arms in the air.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I answered, returning to our familiar teasing, as we slid into line for the roller coaster. A few minutes later, as the car chugged up the tracks and we rose higher above the Pacific Ocean, I asked William a question. Because I also had an agenda, and now that my life was about to hit smooth sailing, I could go for it.
“Do you remember when I said I wanted to thank you for what you did for me today?”
“Yes. I remember.”
“Do you want to know how I want to thank you?” I glanced at him briefly and his eyes said he was damn curious indeed as the car reached the top of the first hill. The sound of wheels cranking along tracks stopped.
There was silence for the briefest of seconds, and in that silence William answered. “I do want to know.”
I whispered the answer in his ear.
Then I raised my arms and I screamed.
* * *
It didn’t take long to make it to William’s apartment. I’m pretty sure he set a land speed record on his bike, and I matched his pace. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs, then as he unlocked the door and flicked on the light.
“Here it is, my humble abode,” he said, gesturing to his living room. I barely noticed the couch, the table, the kitchen. I had one thing on my mind, and one need in my body.
“I’ll look later,” I said, and grabbed his waist and pushed him against the wall.
“Mmm,” he moaned appreciatively as I dipped my hands inside his shorts.
“I’m so glad you have workout shorts on. It makes it so easy to do this,” I said, quickly tugging them down to his ankles. His erection sprang free, thick and hard. I wanted to taste him, to touch him, to feel his hands in my hair as he brought me close.
“I aim for easy undressing in moments like this.”
I reached for his hard-on, and he drew a sharp breath as my fingers wrapped around him. He rocked into my palm, his breath already speeding up and I hadn’t even taken him in my mouth yet as I planned to. But I was about to.
“William,” I whispered.
He opened his stormy gray eyes. They were hazy with desire.
“You know how I said this was a thank you?”
I shook my head. “It’s not a thank you. I’d never do this to say thank you. I’m doing it because I want to.”
Then he grabbed my hair and tugged me in close for a searingly hot kiss, exploring my mouth and devouring my lips, all while he grew even harder in my hand. I broke the kiss and dropped down to my knees.
“Incidentally, that was the hottest thing you’ve ever said,” he said, and then we both stopped talking when I kissed him, then inch by delicious inch I took him in further. He made the sexiest sounds, groaning as he speared his fingers through my hair. He grew harder and thicker in my mouth. At first he watched me, his heated gaze focused on my lips, but soon his eyes floated closed and his moans turned louder. They drove me on.
With my lips wrapped around him, and my tongue trailing up and down, I enjoyed every single second of his pleasure.
Thank you very much.
* * *
* * *
“What do you mean?” I asked Jess a few minutes later as we sank down onto my couch.
“I do have a thank you present for you.”
I raised my eyebrows in question, as she stretched across me to reach into her backpack for a small white box.
As she held it in her lap, she fiddled with the corners. My heart beat faster knowing she was nervous. It was adorable and intoxicating all at once, and it made me want to kiss away her nerves. But then, most things she did made me want to kiss her. Come to think of it, I pretty much wanted to touch her all the time. Twenty-four seven. With breaks only for pizza.
“I thought you could wear this to the wedding. Since it’s a pretty fancy date for us,” she said, and I swore the tiniest bit of red spread across her cheeks. I’d never seen Jess blush before. She wasn’t the blushing kind.
She handed me the box.
“My first gift from you. I will treasure it, whatever it is,” I said, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead that seemed to ease her nerves. I opened the box to find a pair of cuff links inside. They were some kind of brushed metal and looked like miniature padlocks. “They’re lovely.”
“I asked my brother to send them. His company makes them from recycled materials, and these are created from the padlocks that people put on the bridges in Paris. He has a deal with the city of Paris, which has far too many locks on the bridges now. He takes the used padlocks and makes them into these beautiful cuff links. And I thought if you’re going to a wedding, you might as well have cuff links. So thank you so very much for allowing me to be your wedding date,” she said, and her lips curved up into a pretty smile, one that said she was happy not only to be crashing the wedding, but to be doing so with me.