Chapter 4: The After Dates

Cole Magon

Bethany and I finished talking, laughing, and she even ordered dessert, while I ate my turkey club. God, she was a breath of fresh air. Something I hadn’t even known I needed in my life. Not like that, anyway.

When it was time to leave, I paid the bill for both of us and held out my hand for her take as she rose from her chair. In all her gracefulness, her small hand fit right into mine and I led her outside of the restaurant. Bethany pointed to where her truck was parked, so I walked her there. Before she got in, drove off and met the man of her dreams, I, without any thought, pulled her into my body and kissed her lips.

It wasn’t chaste nor sloppy but enough that I was able to get the opportunity to taste her and more importantly, my taste would linger on her. The woman’s curvy body molded right into me as if it was supposed to be there and her fingers ran up the back of my neck. Waves of heat seemed to pour over me as I held her tighter and took my fill of the tall drink. I didn’t want to overdose on the intoxicating woman, therefore I slowly pulled away from her and found us both breathless.

She returned her arms back to her sides as she stared at me with a new look. One of expectation. Hopefully of what was to come.

“You have my number already,” I stated as I pulled out my phone from my back pocket. “Now, here’s my address. Just in case you ever want to use it.”

Pressing the street address and security instructions into my phone, I hit the blue send button and looked up to her. On her face was a smirk I couldn’t read until she asked, “You think I’m the type of woman that goes to strange men’s houses?”

On that note, I moved back into her personal space, so our noses were side by side.

“One,” I stated softly. “I’m not strange. Roger is a good friend of mine. He’ll vouch for anything I am, do or say. Two. I do take you for a woman who may not want any sort of man coming to your house, so this was the best of the alternatives.”

She turned to look at me, which put my lips right over hers, and then it was her who kissed me. Nothing in me wanted her to stop. This time, I let the woman take her fill until she pulled back. We both panted for breath, our chest moving up and down at a rapid pace.

“You’re entirely too tempting for me,” Bethany said as she patted me on the chest. “I need to go.”

Those brown eyes were begging me to keep holding her but that mouth said she had to leave. I granted her verbal wish and took a step back.

“Bethany.” In the most gallant of ways, I bent at the waist to bid her farewell. “Hope that date is horrible. I already know mine will be.”

“Oh my gosh,” she exclaimed with a roll of the eyes. “Be nice, Cole. I’ll talk to you later.”

“That you will.” I kept backing away with both hands on my chest.

 

***

 

To my utter surprise, my third date, Maggie Holmes, was more than what I anticipated. She was a child actress that decided early on, she didn’t like the show business of the industry. I completely understood and explained I was in the same situation. She was pretty enough, worked with a charity for kids with dyslexia and came off as sane. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her but at the end of the dinner, she said, “Wow, Cole. I never thought I’d say this but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re ideal but it seems your eyes are set somewhere else.”

At first, I just stared at her as a smile crept on my face.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked her. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not that obvious, but it is noticeable.” She smiled to me. “Well, who is she or he?”

Something must have flashed in my eyes because she quickly followed up by saying, “You never know.”

“She’s someone I recently met and everything just seems right. That’s crazy, right?”

“No,” she said right away. “My first husband and I were like that. I think we would have found our happily ever after if he wasn’t killed in a car accident.” A shadow passed over her face. “Everything fit. It was almost love at first sight. We were married for six years, had two kids and then he was gone. We fussed and went through our shit, but I haven’t found another like him. Where everything was right. So, it’s possible, and if you think you’ve found that, then you should definitely not let her get away.”

Holding up my hand, I signaled the wait staff to get us the check with a smile on my face. Maggie turned out to be just the date I needed. Le One, might be on to something after all. We walked out of the restaurant after I paid. I bent to give her a kiss on the cheek and a big thank you.

As I raced to my car, I text Bethany to see how her date was going, only for her not to text me back.

Various sorts of murderous thoughts assaulted my mind as I pulled into the gateway to my housing community. I was stopped short by another vehicle in front of me. Val was talking to the person, but he wouldn’t let them inside.

“Val,” I called from my car. “Everything alright.”

He shook his head and started walking toward me. I cut off my car and exited to meet him halfway. The person in the car in front of me got out of their car as well but Val was blocking my view of them.

“Everything alright?” I asked again.

“No, sir. It seems that Miss—” He turned toward the woman who interrupted him.

“That’s Miss Wade.”

I heard the voice and my heart nearly stopped as I looked over Val to make sure my ears weren’t failing me as well. Good God, it’s her.

“Bethany?” I called as I ran up to her standing inside her car door.

“He’s the person I’m here to see,” she said to Val and pointed to me.

She was about to say something else, but I cut her off with a kiss of her lips, a little rougher and more demanding but she stayed right with me. She pressed her fingers in my hair again as I pressed her curvy body against the side door of her car.

“I take it she’s with you, sir?” Val asked after I finally released those lightly swollen lips.

“Yeah, she’s mine,” I said to Val, but my eyes were on Bethany.

“Yours?” she mouthed.

“Yup!” I nodded. “Come on.”

“Val this is Bethany Wade, she’ll need access from now on,” I told the loyal attendant. Then I asked Bethany, “Do you have your truck’s VIN number? He’ll need to register both of your vehicles in the system and take your picture.”

“Okay, yes. I have both VIN numbers in the car,” she answered.

“Val, can we handle the registration in the morning or is this your last shift until Monday?” I asked with one arm around Bethany’s shoulders and the other on her open driver’s side door.

Val nodded his head and said, “Yes, sir. We can do it in the morning.”

“The morning, Cole?” I heard the surprise in Bethany’s tone.

I looked at her when I confirmed, “Yeah, sweetheart. Morning.”

My lips met hers in a kiss again. Softly, this time.

“I’ll drive around and then you can follow me,” I told her, then I walked back to my car and yelled, “Thanks Val. I owe you.”

We pulled up to the front of my place where I parked in the circle driveway leading to the mansion. Bethany parked behind me but she had enough room to get around. The driveway was the width of three cars, circling a large patch of neatly manicured grass with a baby gargoyle squirting water to its twin a couple of yards away.

Once we entered my place, hand-in-hand, she stopped in the doorway and would not budge anymore. This caused me to turn around to see what the issue was.

“Uh, okay. This is a bit overwhelming and I think you have explaining to do.” Bethany noted with raised eyebrows.

“Yes, let’s go to the living room, get a glass of wine and we can talk all you want.” I tugged her hand. “How about that?”

She nodded and followed me into the sunken living room, where she sat on the love seat and put one leg over the other, effectively not allowing me room to join her.

“Red or white wine?” I asked. “Or something else?”

“Red works just fine.” She smiled but the roaming of her eyes all around the room, confirmed, Ms. Wade was a little nervous.

Quickly retrieving and pouring the wine in two glasses, I returned to sit on the loveseat situated catty corner to the one Bethany occupied. I extended the glass toward her, which she took from me and immediately took a long sip.

“The talk?” I reminded her before I sipped from my glass. “How was your date?”

Her eyes met mine and then she smiled.

“It was a bit short,” she said with ease. “He was perfect. I think Le One got it right on the money.”

Her words had me leaning forward like a lion ready to mark its territory.

“That so?” I asked. “Why are you here?”

Her eyes cast downward when she said, “My car sort of drifted here. Well, after I told him what I just told you. But I added that someone else had already staked their claim. He nodded and said I should go find that gentlemen and tell him. So, I’m here.”

Bethany held up her glass and took a quick sip of the red wine.

“Come here,” I ordered her.

One of her eyebrows raised as she took me in and those assessing eyes looked the length of me.

“I want to share something with you but I don’t want to do it with you so far away.”

Bethany looked at her purse and then she gracefully rose and sauntered over to me. When she was about to sit down next to me, I twisted her hips and pulled her down on top of my lap.

“Cole,” she gasped.

Extending my legs out, brought her down lower, but she was still seated higher than me. My head tilted up toward her while my hands caressed her thigh. I said, “My date went the same way. She was good on paper, I’m sure but at the end she said, ‘You have eyes for another.’ Then I asked her if it was possible for everything to be right. Like you just connect with them and she informed me it was. She and her first husband had that instant connection. He was killed after six years of marriage but she was almost certain they would have been a happily ever after. So, she…” my hand moved up to her stomach. “Said I should definitely take the plunge and boy did I drive home as fast as I could. Wanted to see you. Touch you. Kiss you.”

My hand continued to run along her stomach until her arm wrapped around my shoulders. She was relaxing and those warm brown eyes were on mine, heating up every blood cell in my body.

“That’s all you want to do?” Bethany asked as she scooted in my lap, right over the steel appendage under my pants.

“Sweetheart,” I groaned as my nose grazed hers. “I’m not sure what you can handle right now.”

She abruptly stood up in front of me and said, “Your concern should never be what a woman, over forty in the peak of their sexual prime, can handle. On top of that, I heard I was staying until the morning. Were you planning to make it a Netflix evening or something two consenting adults could indulge in?”

That had me on my feet and in one swoop, I had her off of hers and in my arms.

Bethany yelped but grabbed onto me releasing a flirty laugh.

“You’re right.” I kissed her lips before I started to move to my room. “I did tell Val all night and I don’t watch Netflix.”

The woman giggled the entire time I carried her to my room, placed her on the bed and began stripping her of every article of clothing on her until she was bare before me. Bethany’s eyes were low and filled with fire, as I removed my clothes and climbed on the bed.

“You really don’t watch Netflix?” Bethany asked while scooting toward the headboard.

Instantly, I grabbed her ankle, pulling that beautiful body down and underneath me. The look on Bethany’s face told me what she wanted. The hardness of my cock, told me what I needed but the beating of my heart spoke more.

“No,” I sighed as I leaned in to kiss those burgundy colored lips full well knowing her lipstick would be on me but not a single care bothered me about that. I wanted it all over me. I went from her mouth to her slender neck, down the curve of her breast and the valley of her stomach.

Bethany’s hands interlocked with the locks of my hair while the ballsy woman pushed me to my destination, past her neatly manicured patch of hair to a wet pussy.

Shit.

She was wet for me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, effectively pulling her into me so my mouth could meet her sweet snatch. The moan that escaped her made my cock spring forward threatening to release. It had been awhile, but I was no teenager with his first girl. Instead of focusing on the threat, I plunge forward with my tongue just so I could hear her guttural response.

“Cooooole,” Bethany called out my name as she twisted her hips around my tongue with a firm grip on my hair.

In response, I pushed in further before I latched on to her pearl. That action had Bethany’s fingers pulling tightly on my hair and the realization I needed to grab a condom before I lost all good sense.

The woman was exquisite in every way and that taste was not only addictive but filling me in ways I was not able to comprehend at the time.

Bethany wrapped her legs around my waist, accepting every part of me and welcoming me into her. Her arms were also in a tight lock around my neck as she met me stroke for stroke. The tingling started at the back of my neck until it ricocheted down my back and finally released through my cock in an earth-shattering moment.

My body descended to rest on Bethany’s and like she was made for me, the woman enveloped me in a tighter embrace. Her fingers ran across my damp back in a circular motion.

“Wow,” Bethany sighed in my ear.

“Yeah,” I uttered, my face was in her neck.

Once I regained my strength, I leaned up on my arms and searched for her dodging eyes.

“Bethany,” I called. “What are you thinking?”

She scoffed and replied, “I’m thinking I’ll be sore in the morning.”

This caused me to laugh and take her lips in a long kiss.

“We haven’t even started yet?” I smiled, then turned and disposed of the condom. “I want to see what a woman over forty and in the peak of her prime is capable of doing to a man.”

One of her perfectly arched eyebrows rose, when she said, “You sure about that, buddy?”

“Hell yeah.” I laughed.

She nodded with a tilt near the corner of her mouth.

“Okay, you get that condom ready and I’ll be right back.” She pointed toward the bathroom. “I’d like to use the ladies room quickly.”

“Mmkay.” I pecked her lips before I moved from on top of her.

Bethany stayed in the bathroom for less than a minute and then she returned to the bed but she did not climb back on.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, just trying to figure out if I want you to growl or howl?” She put a knowing smirk on her face and slowly crawled across the bed until she reached me.

I’d be lying if I did not say I was a little scared but more turned on. A woman that could take me and talk shit. I swear I’d marry her if she could even remotely back up what she was spewing.

My cock was already hard but grew harder as she prowled to me like a lioness on the hunt.

“Fuck, come here,” I grunted.

“Patience.” She teased as one of her hands slid up my leg to my thigh and eventually to my cock.

She gripped my latex covered manhood and squeezed. A hiss escaped from me as pleasure coursed through my entire body. Then she said, “I’ll meet him up close and personal another time.”

Holy shit.

One of Bethany’s thigh slid on one side and the other encased me with her wet, hot heat hovering over my raging cock.

“Bethany, sweetheart, if you don’t do something, I’m going to blow,” I warned.

“Shh, Cole. I got this.” She twirled her hips around like a burlesque dancer and that was the only hint I got she was about to make me growl and howl.

Once her heat engulfed all of me, she sat down with her mouth slightly parted and we stared at one another. It was as if all was right in the world, at that very moment. I felt it, she felt it and it was fucking good. That was my issue before, I had everything but not this. Not her. Everything a man could ever want except the look of a woman who was satisfied with just you. Making love with plain ol’ Cole. Filling the cracks and crevices of my heart with her glue.

I kissed her.

Kissed her hard because I felt like my entire body was about to combust with everything coursing through me at the same time. At first, she kissed me back and then she started to move on me, around my cock, and twirl on it like it was a pole. Her breasts were also bouncing and enticing me to kiss, pinch or bite them but all I could do was hold her ass as she rode me to heaven.

I think I saw an angel or something angelic as the light from squeezing my eyes shut cut through. Her nips to my neck, ear and shoulder did not help. A growl escaped from me. My maddening grip of her hips would surely leave marks. Bethany expertly moved around on me again but did not give me the instant gratification of sliding back down and after she caught my eyes, she said, “There you are.”

Her ass slammed back down and in a rapid motion slammed up and down on me like a machine gun on the loose. My howl could have woken the entire gated community and the slapping of her ass did not slow down the vixen called Bethany. It spurred her on and she did not stop until I released every bit of my essence into her tight channel.

Once I finally let her hips go, she leaned up, pinched her clitoris and came once more.

That was so goddamn hot. Watching her come a part like that while still wrapped around me. I pulled Bethany down in a hard kiss and once I disposed of the condom, we both passed out.

No words were exchanged, just silent stares, knowing exactly what they meant.

She was mine.

I belonged to her.