Chapter 7
Georgie
I rub the mirror of all the fog my shower created. Saying I’m nervous is definitely an understatement. I’ve never been on a date before, let alone with someone like Jayden. Calling him handsome is a serious lack of truth. The guy is gorgeous! Wait, can guys be gorgeous? I don’t care because he is, like a movie star.
I look at my reflection and smile. The last few months have been a trip and for the most part I’ve made it out just fine. Well, except for getting Jayden involved in the whole illegal fighting thing. The smile vanishes from my face. How can he honestly want to go on a date with me when I put his life in danger? He could die and hearing Skid explain the fights scared the hell out of me. How could Jayden so easily say yes?
I reach over and dump out the drug store bag on my vanity. The makeup I bought earlier slides out and litters the top. I’ve never really worn makeup before but I paid a little visit to Ash earlier and she gave me the run down. I know the basics, well, enough to get by.
My sister wasn’t that thrilled when I told her I’d be going on a date with the manwhore himself. Her words, not mine. Why does everyone I know feel the need to explain how many women Jayden’s been with. How do they even know? Have they stalked him and caught him in the act? I sigh. This is exactly what I shouldn’t be thinking about because it’s getting the best of me.
Once I’m done blow drying my hair and styling it to fall in waves down my back, I apply my makeup. As I look back up into the mirror I barely recognize myself. Sometimes I still expect to see Georgette. A plain Jane that never stood out, hiding under her bonnet. It’s a daily struggle to wake up and remember that I’m not back there, at the compound. I’m free. No one to answer to and finally able to live my life the way I want. The strong confident woman staring back at me brings moisture to my eyes. I owe Ashlyn everything for setting forth the events that led me to freedom.
Shaking thoughts of my prior life from my head, I need to get to my bedroom and figure out what the heck I’m wearing for my date.
I wrap a towel around my body and exit the bathroom and shriek when I find Victor, Savvy and Ash are all sitting on my bed.
“Holy cow guys, you scared the life outta me.” I clutch my hand to my chest and try to slow down my erratic heart palpitations.
Ashlyn jumps off the bed squealing. “Did you really think you’d have to get ready for your first date by yourself? Honestly Georgie, what kind of sister do you take me for?”
Savvy ever so slowly rolls herself off the bed then stands upright clutching her back. “Seriously George, let’s do this shit!”
I look over at a smiling Victor and know exactly what he’s thinking. Family.
After twenty minutes of Ash trying to get me to wear some skimpy scraps of fabric and Savvy trying to put me in a hoody and jeans, we finally meet a common ground.
“Girl, you look hot!”
“Beautiful!”
“Really pretty.” They all say at the same time.
As I stare at myself in the floor length mirror I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m wearing a beautiful maxi skirt, black tank top that does wonders for my boobs and a jean jacket. Having my boobs out isn’t making me too comfortable, but Vic swears they aren’t out at all. So I go with it. Ash was wearing the skirt but demanded I put it on because it’d make my eyes pop. Who am I to argue?
“Thank you, guys, so much.” I feel the tears build again.
“Don’t even! Your makeup… my makeup… just stop!” I stop for fear of Savvy’s wrath, but start laughing. “You guys are the best. What time is it?”
The doorbell rings as I finish asking my question. I must get a look of terror on my face because Victor rushes up to me telling me to take deep breaths as the girls make their way to get the door.
“Who would have thought you’d be the first one to go on a date.” He nudges me with his shoulder.
“Not true! You’ve been seeing Caesar.”
“No dates for me Georgie, I’m not ready yet. We’re just friends.”
“That makes me sad. You deserve to be taken out, so much Vic. I just wish you’d see it.” I pull him in for a hug.
“We’ll figure out my love life another time. Preferably when a gorgeous man isn’t waiting in our living room to take you out!” We silently jump up and down together.
After calming down and gathering my composure, I make my way out to where I hear the girls and Jayden talking. These shoes are going to be heck to walk in tonight but Ash told me if I didn’t wear heels she’d disown me. I argued that he can’t even see my feet but she just scoffed at me. Little does she know Savvy snuck a pair of flip flops in my purse when she wasn’t looking. She’s a saint!
When I round the corner, Jayden has his back to me, giving me an extra moment to school my emotions. Do all girls get this nervous for their first dates? The only difference is I’m 21 and I’m not worried about him only wanting to kiss me. Stop thinking about sex, Georgie!
My eyes roam over his form as he continues talking to the girls. He’s wearing a black form fitting button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a pair of dark wash jeans that do wonders for his butt and I find it so charming he’s wearing a pair of cowboy boots. You would never know he’s from Texas until his accent pops up or little touches like this come out.
Victor clears his throat behind me, clearly trying to get Jayden’s attention. And he succeeds. As he turns around the smile on his face turns into an open mouth fish gaping thing. I hope that’s a good sign.
We stare intently into one another’s eyes. I’m completely lost in his sweet baby blues when he walks towards me.
“Alright let’s go.” Jayden grabs my hand and pulls me towards the door.
That’s it? I look back towards the three of them and they all shrug their shoulders looking just as confused as I am. When we get to the stairs I warn Jayden to go slow due to my poor footwear selection. Like a gentleman, he holds my hand and makes sure I get to the bottom unscathed.
When he opens the door for me I internally cheer, it’s just like the movies! I slide inside before he closes the door and makes his way towards the driver’s side.
When he gets in he makes no move to start it. He shuts the door and faces me, placing his hand on the side of my face.
“Holy fuck Sunshine, you took my breath away.”
Heat creeps up my face and I look down at my lap with a smile on my face. The fingers under my chin tip my face upwards, putting me mere inches from him.
“Don’t be mad.” He whispers, confusing me as to why I’d ever be mad at him.
With that he leans in and presses his lips to my own. He starts out slow, almost too slow. Cautious even. When I feel his tongue slide along my bottom lip, I gasp and he takes advantage, sliding his tongue inside. At the first touch, it reminds me that I’m supposed to be involved in this kiss too. Moving my tongue with his, heat builds in a part of my body that’s foreign and craving his touch.
After another moment of his tongue tangling with mine he pulls back, but not all the way. Our foreheads remain pressed together, both of us breathing heavy.
“You mad?” He breathes out.
“Not even a little.” A smile lights up my face.
Jayden grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“Are you ready?” Staring into his eyes I know I am. I’m ready for my first date and find myself completely excited for what’s to come.
“Let’s do this!”
Bringing my hand slowly to my face, I rub my lips. The delicious feel of his lips on mine, his beard scraping against my skin… I’m gonna picture this moment, my first kiss, for the rest of my life. And I find myself praying there will be a thousand more kisses.
***
Huh. That’s the third time he’s grabbed his man bag and excused himself to the bathroom. When we got out of his car, he reached into the backseat grabbing a black leather bag. I thought maybe it was a briefcase. But why would he need his laptop on a date?
Jayden returns and stashes his murse under the table. He flashes me his gorgeous smile and leans in, breaths on my mouth a bit before pressing his lips to mine. He has also been doing this every time he gets back from the bathroom and I have no freaking idea why. The date’s going awesome, other than this one weird quirk. I have to know what’s in his freaking bag.
“How’s it going at the bar?”
“It’s great, I love it there. I’m really starting to get the hang of it all too. No more foamy beer for the patrons.” I narrow my eyes at him pretending to be angry.
“I thought we moved passed this Sunshine. I’m sorry, it was funny, no, it was fucking hysterical. In no way, shape or form did I mean to hurt your feelings.”
I smile. “I know, but that was the old Georgie. The new Georgie’s a maneater.” I wink.
“A maneater huh?”
“Oh yeah. I…” The waiter brings our entrees and I don’t get to finish my sentence. I was going to say something stupid about eating men, but now thinking about it, thank god the waiter showed up. When I’m nervous I ramble and Jayden definitely amps up my nerves.
Once the waiter clears our plates, surprise, surprise, Jayden excuses himself to the restroom with his dude bag. It’s at this point where I know cooking up a plan to get my hands on that bag is a must. What if he has condoms in there? What if it’s a recording device to get incriminating evidence on me? Oh no, what if he has zip ties, lube and a whip just waiting for the chance to go 50 shades of crazy on me? I just saw those movies and I’m definitely nowhere near ready for a Christian Grey experience. If ever.
“What’s the matter?” Jayden questions as he sits back down.
“Nothing.” I smile noticing he slid his satchel closer to my side of the table this time.
“Didn’t look like nothing. You looked worried just now.” His brow furrows.
“Everything is fine.” I reach my hand across the table covering his with my own.
“If you say so. Are you feeling like dessert?”
I’m moving my foot around under the table trying to find this damn bag. “Oh, I saw a chocolate cheesecake!”
“You may just do me in with your adorable nature, Georgie McNamara.” He winks at me when my foot rubs over his. I’d act like it didn’t happen but a little shock hits his face before it lights up. He thinks I’m flirting and is it wrong that I totally want to? I wanna be forward and put that look on his face again. What would a maneater do?
I slip off my shoe and start rubbing my bare foot up his leg trying to massage him. Is this weird? It feels weird and very awkward. My foot goes higher and my leg starts getting tired so I rest my heel on his seat in between his legs. My toes begin to massage his inner thigh. I clearly didn’t think this through or what message it would send to him.
Looking up at his face I notice a look of hunger and intensity. I continue rubbing his inner thigh trying to wrap this up. How the hell did I just turn this date into a porn video?
“Do you know what you do to me?” His voice is all sorts of gritty and raw. I freaking love it, I wasn’t expecting this reaction.
I shake my head as I squirm in my seat. A tingle between my legs I’ve grown accustomed to getting only from Jayden starts and my skin heats.
He grabs my foot and places it against his very hard erection, so I go with it. If I were a normal girl, no, a woman. If I were a normal woman that hasn’t been sheltered her whole life, what would I do in this situation? That’s when I rub my foot along his cock, just saying that word in my head makes me cringe. Clearly I catch him off guard because he startles and coughs loudly into his hand. I don’t think he believed me when I said I was the new Georgie. Well, I’m trying to be. Fake it til you make it and all that jazz.
I find that I love surprising him, so I continue. A groan escapes his lips when I lift my other foot and double team his penis.
“Ah, here we are with your dessert.” The waiter comes back and it all happens so fast, like a car wreck.
The waiter showing up startles me and it hits me that I’m getting Jayden off in public with my feet! They kick forward in surprise causing him to shriek, loudly. Oh no! I just kicked him in the junk!
“Sir, are you okay?” The waiter questions at the same time I say, “I’m so sorry!”
His hands are under the table cupping his manhood and his eyes are squeezed tight together. “Fine, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”
When I hear his voice a few notches higher it makes me cringe. And that’s when I feel my foot catch the strap of the bag. This couldn’t have happened at a more opportune time. I’m mortified and I need a moment to myself. Alone with his pocketbook.
The bags small enough to conceal at my side as I quickly excuse myself for the lady’s room. I keep it at my hip and slide it to my front when I walk away, hoping he doesn’t notice it missing. That’s silly, his ball pain is priority one right now, I think I saw tears in his eyes.
When I enter the bathroom, I head straight for the big stall thinking I needed the extra space. What if I pull out a giant vibrating dildo and things get crazy? Please don’t be a giant glitter dildo like the one I found in my garage.
Opening the bag is anticlimactic because all I find is a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss and mouthwash. Does he have a weird dental fetish? Is he hoping for me to floss him and bathe myself in winter green mouth freshener? Is it horrible that I’d think about doing it? Well, not tonight, it is our first date after all and I’m not that forward of a girl. And I doubt he’d want to do anything tonight because of his bruised crotchal region. But down the road… maybe?
What is wrong with me? This isn’t me. Bathing in mouth freshener, rubbing a guy’s penis under the table. Fear sets in. It’s not logical, but doing these things would have gotten me punished and it’s hard to turn that off. Thinking like I’m still there. Back at the cult.
“You’re on a date with Jayden. Nobody is judging you right now.” I wish I could convince myself it’s true.
After calming myself down, I try to put everything back in the bag exactly the way I found it. Not a hard feat seeing as it’s just an open bag with no rhyme or reason. Getting back to the table proves to be harder because I need to hold the murse behind my back which makes me look like… I’m hiding something behind my back.
“Whatcha got back there?” Jayden enquires. At least he seems more upbeat upon my return.
“Um… toilet paper?”
“Toilet paper? Are you out? We could have stopped at the store on the drive back to your house.” Of course, he’d say that making me look like an idiot. Who the heck steals TP from a restaurant?
I’m not surprised he’s talking about driving me home after that fiasco. He called me adorable and I kicked him in the nuts. Not exactly second date material.
I sit down and stealthily slide the purse under the table. I stare down at my dessert that I no longer have the stomach for and think over the last 90 minutes. This date made me realize that I like Jayden, a whole lot.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” He leans across the table and tips my chin up so he can meet my eyes.
“Nothing. I’m not hungry anymore. Can we go?”
“Of course, but don’t let what just happened affect anything. That was fucking hot, well, until you kicked me in the Chicksickle.” He smiles.
I nod my head knowing he must be lying. I massaged his penis with my feet and then kicked him. How many dates can he say did that? Probably me, myself and I. Inexperienced Georgie strikes again.
Ten minutes later we’re on the road back to my house in silence. He’s tried striking up a conversation a few times but I’m just wallowing in my own embarrassment. Maybe I’m not ready to date? I’ll forever be the weird cult girl that kicks guys in the nuts. I sigh.
“That’s it.” He quickly pulls off to the side of the road and exits the car.
My door is quickly opened and Jayden reaches in unbuckling and pulling me from the car. I squeak as I’m grabbed and pushed up against the car door. He drives some sort of SUV and my back is flush with its tall form.
“Knock it off.” He leans in and places his lips next to my ear. “Easing you into all of this is hard, so fucking hard. You have no idea what you do to me or how much I want you. There are things about me I won’t share yet because I don’t wanna scare you away. But just know what happened back there at the restaurant, fuck Georgie, that’s my thing.” He moans. “I thrive off that shit, it gets me off like nothing else.”
I try to swallow past the dryness in my throat. What does that even mean?
“I know we need to take baby steps, but… can I touch you? I need to touch you Sunshine.”
Well hello tingle. It’s back in full swing and it’s crazy, but I want Jayden to touch me. Even if my minds screaming at me, I know I want this. I don’t even know if he means there, but I’m a second from climbing him like a tree and rubbing myself on his hip like a cat in heat.
I nod my head.
“Give me the words, Georgie.” He growls.
“Touch me.” I whisper.
His mouth crashes to mine catching me off guard. Jayden bit my lip earlier in the car and it drove me crazy. I bite his bottom lip and suck it into my mouth hoping it has the same effect on him.
He groans. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me. You’re perfect, made for me.”
His lips return to mine and I get lost in the kiss. I certainly didn’t experience anything like this in the cult. And on that thought his tongue plunges into the depths of my mouth.
I moan like some common hooker. But I can’t stop myself, the way he’s making me feel is taking over my entire body. His tongue massages my own as I suck his into my mouth. He’s losing control as he grips my hips and pulls them forward into his own. He’s significantly taller than me so I feel his hard length in the middle of my stomach.
He pulls back. “I never realized how tiny you are.” He cups my ass and lifts me into the air. My legs find their way around his waist as he starts devouring my mouth again.
Just when I thought it couldn’t possible get any better, I feel him at my center grinding into me. I rip my mouth away from his unable to breathe.
“Jayden…” I moan.
“You like that? Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” One hand slowly slides up my body and cups my breast. I arch my back throwing myself up against the SUV.
I feel a sharp sting and look down to see him biting my breast over my tank. Holy heck that’s hot.
“I need... I need…”
“I know what you need, but you’re not ready for this. Let’s head back to your house.” He places one last kiss to my breast all while keeping eye contact. As he slowly slides me down his body I whine, not wanting this night to end.
“Did I do something wrong?” I question.
“Hell no. I’m not about to spread you wide open and devour you whole on the side of the fucking road. You’re not ready for that… yet.” He winks at me.
And just like that, all doubt fades away.
My body’s on fire. Little does he know I’m so freaking ready.