Chapter 6
Beth
This date doesn't rank in the top five dates, but I shouldn't hold that against Jacob, as everything that went wrong with the evening wasn't something he had any control over. His phone wouldn't stop blowing up, which he immediately silenced. The mishap with the food, which was small and non-important. The ‘groupie’ who came to our table, which he was nothing but polite yet direct with about being on a date and then the loud party that came into an otherwise very quiet restaurant. All items could have happened to anyone, on any night. So I shouldn’t really say this has been a shitty date, as Jacob has been pretty on point since he picked me up. We’ve had good conversations, laughs and, despite what went wrong, they were all elements out of an individual’s control.
Neither of us is mentioning the events of our evening so far, so I'm unsure what his thoughts are.
I'm not entirely sure if he has anything else planned for the evening, and I'm hoping our night doesn't end after dinner. He's quiet as we're waiting for our check, but I don't look into it too much, I'm nervous as fuck as I fidget with the edge of the table.
This is Jacob Maddox, the guy who I've had panty-melting dreams about for years before I drunkenly slept with him months ago. I know what he looks like naked, well kind of - the exact details are fuzzy. But I know that he growls when he fucks, he likes to be on top or behind, and he doesn't mind relinquishing control. I should be thinking much more pure thoughts on a first date, but when you've had the nectar, it's hard not to want another taste.
If anything comes out of this, I want to make him appreciate me as me and not just like a piece of ass that he would be used to dealing with. Maybe I’ll get a kiss or two, but I don’t think we should sleep together.
Who am I kidding? I'm watching him sign for dinner and just the way he's signing his name makes me want to crawl across this table and straddle him. I squeeze my thighs together and clear my throat and his eyes meet mine with a slow smirk coming across his face as if he can read my mind.
"You ready to get the hell out of here?" he asks, pocketing his credit card and standing as I nod.
His hand barely touches my lower back and goose bumps erupt as if I haven't been touched in months as we walk through the front doors. The San Francisco air is brisk, so Jacob steps in front of me, places his hands on both sides of my upper arms and rubs them. He takes a moment to observe me and then begins removing his jacket and places it around my shoulders.
"I was thinking that if you don't mind, we can continue the night?"
My body uncoils with relief as if I’ve been holding myself in, like you would do sitting down in a bikini. "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, considering dinner didn't go as I was hoping that it would go, how about I surprise you?"
I smile as he grabs my hand and leads the way to his car. He opens my door and motions for me to get in. I watch him round the hood with a swagger that I never noticed before. The door opens, he slides into his seat and we're driving. He comes to a stop on California Street and enters a parking garage. He pulls into a parking space with his last name on it and I look at him with confusion. Why is he bringing me to a hotel? I mean I know what people do in hotels, but is he being presumptuous? I’m totally fine with some sex, but shouldn’t that have been a topic on the menu previous to just pulling into a parking spot? Wait, I’m fine with sex suddenly?
"What are we doing at The Mark?" I ask.
"Drinks," he simply says, getting out of the driver’s side and coming around to mine to help me out of the car.
"Did you think that I had a room here, and was taking you there?"
"I’m not going to lie and tell you that the thought didn't cross my mind for a brief moment. You know this is a hotel, right?" I laugh awkwardly and in all honesty with a dash of hope.
"We both have access to a standing suite here. It’s been in the family for years. It’s primarily used when we host investors or someone else we want to impress. While it’s inviting, I didn't come here with those intentions. That is, unless you want me to speak to the front desk and get the key?" He smiles.
"No, no. We're not there yet, Jake." I shake my head.
"I should remind you that we've already been there." He smiles and looks at me through the corner of his eyes.
"Glad to see that you remember that." I quietly say, unsure if he heard me or not.
In the elevator, we stood on separate sides staring at another. He leans against the wall with his feet crossed at the ankle. His arms are crossed over his chest as he eyes me. He smiles, yet says nothing.
I study him as he studies me. I watch the muscles of his jaw tick as we watch each other. I see the white in his knuckles as he fists his hands. I see the glint in his eyes as if he was amused by the situation. We are familiar with one another on different levels, due to knowing each other for so long. While we have known each other for years, we don’t know what makes us really who we are. That’s what we need; we need the deep connection, because while the surface connection is sizzling, you can’t get very far on only that.
His facial expressions didn’t necessarily give him away. You couldn’t exactly look at him and figure out his mood, other than he looks like he’s determined. Or maybe that’s just the mood he’s in, I’m not really sure. But I’m eager to find out.
The elevator doors slide open too soon and the maître d' stands before us with a smile, waiting to seat us. He smiles and hurries us to a table by the window.
"Dessert?" Jacob inquires.
"Please?" I say quietly.
The waiter hands us the cocktail and tapas menus and leaves us for a moment. I peruse the menu and immediately put it down once I find what I want. Jacob scans over his menu, quirks his eyebrows, then refocuses back on the menu as if he’s studying to be tested on it.
Jacob
I'm generally not okay with uncomfortable silence, but the silence between Beth and me is anything but. It's full of sexual tension, ready to burst at any given moment. If she would let me, I'd slide my hand onto her thigh and between her legs. I would rub her sweet spot and do my very best to make her come in her seat, here in public while she attempts to stay quiet to not catch anyone’s attention.
Instead, I'm sitting across from her and my dick is rock hard and pressing against the zipper of my slacks, likely creating an imprint. I could go to the bathroom and release the beast and the pressure or I could just sit here and do my best to pretend that my mother is sitting across from me. I have to do the latter, but it's incredibly difficult with how gorgeous Beth looks tonight and how much I would rather not think of Satan at this moment.
Now that we’re in different lighting than at dinner, all of her finest assets are practically glowing. Her hair is down in waves and her make-up is simple while she sits across from me, looking out the window. She's far from the miserable bitch that is my mother, she projects refined elegance sensuality, rather than frigid bitch.
"So, how was Atlantic City?" Beth asks.
Forgetting that she knew that I was going there, I just shrug. I don't want to tell her how drunk I was the entire weekend. Or how I was propositioned several times, but proudly turned every single female down and sent them over to Brad. Or how the entire weekend, I spent every night in my room hand fucking my dick with thoughts about her.
"It was uneventful." I shrug nonchalantly. "Different from the usual trip."
"Really? And why is that?" She feigns shock with my declaration.
"A couple different reasons, you being one of them, and then I just wasn't feeling it. Brad was the one who wanted to take the trip. I'm just his usual partner in crime to go since Ty is shackled down. I would have bailed out on the whole thing, but I couldn’t do that to Brad and we already had secured everything. It would have been fucked up of me to cancel last minute."
"I see." she says. “Why was I a factor?"
Might as well be honest.
"I had the anticipation of tonight that I was focused on instead of the usual. And I wasn’t about to fuck up like I did last time, before we even had this date."
"The usual?" She focuses on that one small statement rather than everything else.
"You really want to know?"
"Jake, I've known you for years; you forget that I've seen you stumble from one hotel room to another once upon a time." She smiles.
That night was a highlight in my man-whoring ways. The chicks’ rooms just happened to be across from one another. They had no idea and it was so easy. I had pulled my usual excuse that I needed to be awake early in the morning and wouldn’t want to wake her, which each chick bought. Unfortunately, Beth and Tyson had been walking down the hallway at the same time that I closed the door to one door then turned around to the other. They practically caught me with my pants down. I only felt a smidgen of embarrassment at the time, which is nothing compared to right now.
"Let's forget you saw that." I laugh nervously waving my hand in the air like a magic trick.
"The past is the past. Unless it rears its ugly head and then becomes the present." she says.
"I agree."
"So, no double rooms over the weekend?" She further fishes.
"Well, Brad and I didn't stay in the same room, so that would be the only double room happening there."
"You didn't hook up while you were there?" she asks, her voice hopeful.
"Nope." I shake my head.
She smiles and leans back in her seat, a look of relief flashes on her face.
“That’s a good thing, right?” I ask.
“Yes. It is.”
“Wait, were you thinking that I was going to score with random chicks the day after I asked you on a date?”
“Honestly? I wasn’t sure what to expect. I don’t know what this thing is between the two of us.”
“What would you like it to be?”
“I don’t want to be a notch on your bedpost or belt, or a tally mark on your wall.”
“You think that I am that much of a dick?”
“Jake. I know you. I know your past. But if I’m being honest here, I wouldn’t want to get involved with you if you weren’t even a little interested in something for more than just one night.”
“I get that. But I want to put it on the record, any of my dates, and I use that word loosely, we don’t have dinner, or dessert. There are drinks and sometimes a lot of them. Not to sound like dick, but there was only one direction those encounters had and that’s with someone’s legs in the air and then the door closing behind me as soon as it was over. That is not what this is.” I say with a firm voice.
Her eyes are wide at my honestly and she audibly gulps while nodding.
“Okay,” she finally says.
“Okay? What do you mean?” I repeat.
“Yeah, this isn’t just a fuck to you. I’m not just a fuck to you.” she confirms.
“You’ve got that right.”
We finish the night talking about everything in general and nothing at all, the mood easing up and becoming comfortable again. As I pull up into the visitors parking spot down in her apartment building garage, I help her out of the car and we kept the conversation flowing as I hold her hand to the elevator then down the hall to her front door.
"As much as I would love to invite you in, I think it’s best that we say good night here." she says.
"Okay." I say, leaning back and forth on my feet, still holding her hand.
"No complaints?" she asks.
"I have complaints, but I'm not going to be a pushy asshole and force my way inside. We have plenty of time for night caps, and if I have my way, this won't be our last date." I say confidently.
"And what if I invited you in?" she asks, testing the waters.
"I would be torn about doing the right thing." I answer honestly.
"Good answer."
"So, with that I will bid you goodnight."
She pulls on my arm and brings her other to my hip. Our bodies are flush against one another as her lips crush mine, taking me by surprise. She tastes like mint and chocolate as she controls this kiss by pushing her tongue through my lips. I open for her and it's almost like we're one person.
We kissed the last time we were together intimately, which even then shocked me. I don't ever kiss the chicks that I fuck, but I'll definitely do a lot more kiss her. And Beth, she's a lot more than a fuck. I can tell all of that from just this kiss.
Man, am I ever fucked!