Her dad.
The only man in her life that’s taking precedence over me.
For now.
I’m not mad, just frustrated. And the face she makes before she hits answer tells me plenty.
I have to, it’s my dad. He’s worried about me.
I do understand, and god knows, I can’t conceive letting her out of my sight for a moment let alone going to another state or city, so Kudos to dad for checking in on his girl.
But she’s my girl now. Mine.
And I’d appreciate the time and space to claim her properly, if that’s alright, dad?
I crease a smile, letting her go and feel my own body start to move around the suite automatically, like a robot.
Pretending like it’s normal to have our first kiss interrupted.
Pretending I’m okay with it.
I take off my jacket and go to my own room long enough to undress, but not for the reasons I’d like.
I slip into the complimentary hotel robe and covering my front with the same styled towel that’s on the end of my bed, I make my way to the bathroom.
Thumbing the faucet until a stream of water drowns out the sounds of her sweet voice, I close the door and strip, not even feeling the cold water as it crashes against my raging hardness.
Like a foaming ocean against rock, it should make me feel something. But until it’s her hands, her body against mine, everything else just feels like a shadow.
I stand under the jets of water, waiting for my hardness to go down, wanting to think about anything but a night alone with Lucy so close yet so far away in her own bed instead of mine.
Her phone call with her dad isn’t unexpected, but I don’t think it’s gonna put her in the same mood we shared once we got back from dinner.
I finish my shower. Taking care to avoid my arousal as I dry off. Feels like a loaded weapon between my legs with a hair-trigger right now.
I can hear Lucy on the phone as I pass by her room, her door closed.
With a heavy sigh, I resign myself to the long and lonely night ahead, slipping into bed naked, I try to busy myself with some business on my phone.
But it’s hopeless, I can’t concentrate on anything.
Eventually, I hear nothing but silence and wait for any sign of Lucy. I’ve left my bedroom door ajar, just for her.
The hours pass but try as I might I just can’t sleep.
As a writer, my go-to activity for insomnia is to write, so I break out my laptop. Sketching out the storyline of a new idea.
A man who actually finds love in the most unexpected place.
Seems corny when I see it in black and white, but it’s the easiest thing to write when it comes from the heart.
I know where my heart belongs now, who it belongs to.
God. If only she’d just-
I hear her bedroom door, then the bathroom door. A minute or two later she’s heading back to her room, but I can sense her standing next to mine.
I pretend to type out something, letting her know I’m still up with the sound, and the excitement of knowing she’s right there is enough to see my manhood spring to life yet again.
“You still up Nathan?” she whispers, and I clear my throat gently, telling her yeah and inviting her in.
“Everything okay?” I ask, noting her look which tells me she hasn’t slept a wink either so far tonight.
“I thought you were mad at me,” she says softly, pushing my door open, making me sit up once I see her in nothing more than her panties and T-shirt again.
“Mad at you?” I ask aloud, the idea is ridiculous.
She’s shivering, upset, and once I see her lip trembling I push my laptop to the side.
Disregarding my naked arousal, I rush to her, pulling her towards me as she practically swoons in my arms.
Collapsing into me with what feels like a mix of relief and need all in one movement as her hands reach around for me.
I lift her up, sweeping her off the ground, and carry her the two steps back towards the bed.
Our bed from now on, I know it.
I tell her without words, my mouth over hers as I lay her down on it.
She clutches at my chest, torn with emotions, but my free hand running up the inside of her sweet thigh turns her gasps to a low moan in seconds once it finds its mark.
I know what we both want, I know what she needs.
We can’t fight this forever, not even for another moment.
“I want you, Lucy,” I tell her in a low rough voice. “Like nothing on earth. I need you. Here,” I confess, letting my huge mitt cup her sex gently, feeling its instant warmth yield to my touch as she mews.