“Well, thanks. That means a lot to me.” I turned and found Kylie watching us, smiling from ear to ear, listening the entire time. It had been more than a month since I established this good relationship with Mrs. Tomms. It felt like we had been a part of a family for years.
“Hey, Hunter,” Mrs. Tomms said, waking me up from my daydream of loving on her daughter for forever. “I was thinking, maybe Vince could come home with me tonight so you and Kylie could have some alone time. Anyway, I wanted to give him some of Kylie’s old books and thought we could watch a movie or something.”
I looked at Kylie, thinking of the things I could do with her alone. Trying my best to keep my thoughts pure, I turned my attention back to Mrs. Tomms. I nodded, determined to take her up on her offer. It was my chance to express my feelings toward Kylie in private, to tell her what she really meant to me.
“I would love that.” I nodded, looking l
ike the fool I felt like.
Mrs. Tomms patted my shoulder, laughed, and moved around me as Kylie walked up. “Mom, what are you doing?”
“Just trying to give you guys some time alone, and honestly, I want to spend time with Vince. Is it a crime?” She snorted and walked toward the counter where Vince was packing a customer’s purchase. “Vince?”
“Yes, Nana?” He glanced up, his little voice sounding deeper than I remembered.
“You want to come home with me, and we’ll watch some movies, eat popcorn, and read some new books?” Mrs. Tomms knelt before my son.
“Oh, yeah. I would love that.” He turned and gave me a hopeful look. “Dad? Please?”
I exhaled audibly, looking at Mrs. Tomms and Kylie before I answered. “Okay, just promise you won’t forget your insulin. Plus, go to bed early.”
“Of course, Dad. She knows how to do all of that stuff, and if she forgets, we have me to remind her.” He beamed, causing all of us to laugh. The boy was too much.
*
Having the evening freed up, I couldn’t stop thinking that I should take my girl out, treat her to something special. I mulled it over as we walked to the car from the store, trying to figure out my next steps. Fuck it. We were going. Period. It would be a bit of a rush, but calling for a restaurant reservation would be the right move. Kylie deserved the best, and I wanted her to feel special, the way she made me feel all the time.
After telling her about tonight’s date, we hurried home to get changed. I went directly to the bathroom and took a shower. My head drifted to all the things I wanted to do to my pretty girl. I ran my hand down my stomach and stroked my cock, glancing down and shaking my head. How in the world could such a small woman fit this monster inside of her?
Pleasure shot through me, and I forced myself to hurry up. I wasn’t wasting a moment of ecstasy when she wasn’t involved in it. I was saving everything for later that night.
I stepped out of the shower and put on my clothes I picked out beforehand. I wanted to wear something nice, but not too formal; I hated dressing up. I chose a white button down, black slacks, and a sports coat.
After, I trimmed my beard and sprayed some cologne on before going downstairs to wait for my lovely date. I sat on the couch and kept my eyes on the stairs.
Soon enough, Kylie came down to the living room. She wore a beautiful yet simple dress that fitted her curvy frame. Her pretty face was almost untouched with makeup, just a little shimmer on her lips, which I loved. She was smiling sweetly at me, her clear blue eyes sparkling bright. She was the perfect picture of innocence, and I stood, knowing that by the end of the night, that façade would be gone and she’d be screaming my name—loudly.
I stood up; my lips parted a little in surprise. She looked stunning amidst her simplicity. “Shall we?” I offered her my arm, which she took and blushed.
“I’m so excited.” She glanced up at me. “Thank you for doing this, Hunter. It’s so sweet of you.”
“Anything for you.” We walked out of the house and drove to the restaurant where our romantic dinner would be held, not saying too much. I think we were both a little nervous, which seemed silly.
As we walked in, people glanced over and smiled, most of them looking at my girl. No doubt, Kylie was the prettiest woman in the crowd.
“This way, please.” The host pulled out Kylie’s chair, and we sat down and smiled at each other. “Enjoy your dinner.”
“I haven’t been here in a long time.” I licked my lips and picked up the menu. “You?”
“No, never.” She picked up her menu too and glanced up to find me staring at her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. It was so much more than lust. It was the beginning of a beautiful love story. One I wanted to last forever.
Our waiter approached our table. He was a young man who was wearing a suit and bow tie.
Kylie scrutinized the menu, being the great cook she always had been. Her taste would be difficult to satisfy. I wondered if the restaurant’s chef could live up to her expectations.
“Are you ready to order, sir?” the waiter asked before leaving us.
“Yeah. Kylie, what do you want, baby?” I gave her my attention.