Joe
As the night wears on, I can barely control myself around her. I’ve never had such an amazing date. We’ve been clicking on all levels, and I know for a fact that this will be worth it. I just hope she feels the same.
Dinner at Vaughn’s had been amazing. While she had been getting ready, I called and was able to get us a last-minute reservation. When we stepped inside, the maître d, who couldn’t keep his fucking eyes off Chloe, led us to an intimate table in the corner. He tried to pull her chair out for her, but I gave him a look I hoped conveyed the fact that I didn’t want him touching her or her chair.
She looked at me, and her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. Chloe ordered a glass of water, and I ordered a beer. She was going to wait until our meals came before she ordered some wine. “I can’t get tipsy before I play.” I could understand that.
“Did anything happen with you and that Hailey after what I told you?” It still pissed me off what happened to her. Women are far meaner than most guys I know.
She shrugged her shoulders. “She’s been overly nice, but I’m sure it’s her guilty conscience. Reggie and Elizabeth have been trying to reach out, but I’m not ready to talk to them yet. What they did, or what Elizabeth did, hurt me and broke my trust.”
My hand slid across the table and covered hers. When will the pain of our loss stop? A part of me wants to put another baby inside of her, but she’s not ready for that yet, and to be quite honest, I’m not ready either. But I will be, and the more I imagine my future, the more I see her there, and any children we’d be blessed to have.
My dad always told me that he knew right away that my mom was it for him—even though at first he got scared and ran. After they finally reunited, that was all she wrote. I was eighteen when I finally got the whole story about what happened with them and why he wasn’t in any pictures until I was over a year old.
“You don’t have to explain to me, babe. What they did was awful, but enough of that talk. How are your parents?” Both men hate me, but who could blame them? I left their daughter when she needed me most. At least her brother has been cool with me, but he seems to be cool with everyone.
“They’re good. They’ve both been really busy with work lately, so I haven’t seen a whole lot of them.”
“What do they do?”
“My dad, Garrett, is an electrician and my dad, Ian, is a physical therapist. Your dad and Dustin own their own company, right?”
I watched her delicate fingers wrap around her glass. “Yeah, with my uncle Luke. My dad was slightly disappointed that I didn’t go into the family business, but law enforcement is my passion. You know what happened to my sister, right?” Chloe nodded her head. “After that, I knew without a doubt that was what I wanted.”
Chloe surprised me by reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “It may be too soon to say this, but I worry about you. I know being an officer can be dangerous.” She let go of my hand and covered her face. “Oh God. I probably sound like a freak show.” Chloe peeked at me between her fingers, and I laughed softly.
“You don’t sound like a freak show. It’s sweet…really. It’s just nice to know you’re thinking about me when I’m not around.”
Our waiter set our plates in front of us, and Chloe ordered a glass of wine before he left. “Maybe I am.”
“Good, because I think about you all of the time.” Our gazes stayed locked, my pulse pounded, and my dick was hard as a rock. She is so fucking beautiful, and I’m learning more and more that she’s beautiful on the inside, too. “I can’t wait to see you play again tonight.”
“I’m excited for you to see me play.” She cut into her steak and took a bite, moaning softly around the hunk of meat. I worked on my own, not because I was hungry but because I had to distract myself from the delicious little sounds she makes while she eats.
We finished eating our meals and declined dessert since we had to make our way toward the bar. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t miss the appreciating eyes that were all following her as she moved through the restaurant. I couldn’t blame them, but I gripped the table to keep myself from knocking each one of them out.
She came back, and I’d already paid the check, so I stood up and wrapped an arm around her waist as I led her out of the restaurant and to my car. “Thank you for dinner,” she said.
I kissed her temple.
We pulled up and found a spot in the parking lot of Whiskey Bar and Lounge. It’s just a nondescript brick building, nothing to write home about. The moment we walked inside, though, I was in awe—dark wood covers the floor, the tables and chairs are all black and smooth. The bar top is white and almost looks like granite. Bronzed sconces illuminate the room in a soft, romantic glow.
In the corner sits a beautiful black baby grand piano. Next to the piano is a set of French doors that open to a huge terrace that allows us to see downtown Atlanta illuminated.
Now that we’re here, the place isn’t packed, but it’s full. With my arm around her waist, we weave our way through the tables and head toward the bar. My eyes scan the room as she talks to the older man behind the bar. I spot her family as they come walking in and move toward them. I don’t miss the looks of surprise on their faces.
“Joe? What a surprise,” her dad, Ian, says, offering his hand.
I take it and then reach out my hand to Garrett, who reluctantly shakes it. His eyes look thoughtful as he takes me in. “How are you doing, son?”
I don’t miss the meaning behind his words. Leaning in, I murmur, “I’m better, but more so knowing that Chloe is healing.”
His eyes glisten, and I’m worried the guy is going to start crying, but instead he gives me a smile. “She is, thankfully, and I’m glad it’s getting better for you.”
Carter stands off to the side, shaking his head and looking toward the ceiling. “Hey, Carter, how are you? Where’s Eli? I’m surprised he’s not lurking in the corner waiting to kick my ass.”
“He had a date, but he said he’d try to make it. I’m good, though. You’re in for a treat tonight. My sister is phenomenal.”
Chloe joins us a moment later and greets her parents and brother before leading us to a reserved table by the French doors, and from there I’ll have a prime view of her while she plays.
The waitress comes, and we order drinks. I try to hand her my credit card to start a tab, but her dad gets to her first. I still try to offer her mine, but he gives me a look that has me stuffing it back in my wallet.
I love watching Chloe with her family. It’s clear they all adore her. I honestly believed that they were going to give me the cold shoulder, but they’re including me.
They start asking me about my job when the lights dim and Chloe comes out. She gracefully sits at the piano and pulls the microphone close to her. “Good evening. I’m Chloe, and I’ll be playing for you tonight.”
She talks to the crowd for a minute, and then she begins to play. Her brother was right—she is phenomenal. She was great the other time I saw her, but this time with just her and a piano, she’s beautiful.
Chloe sings everything from Elton John to Lady Gaga. A couple older couples dance in the little space that I honestly wouldn’t call a dance floor. I glance at her family, and the look on their faces is pure pride. Garrett pulls Ian into his side, kissing his temple.
She finishes her song, takes a drink of water, and starts talking. “How’s everyone doing?” The crowd claps and whistles. “I’m going to sing one more song then take a little break. This is an emotional song, so just bear with me if I have trouble getting it out. It’s called ‘Stars’ by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals.”
Chloe’s got me mesmerized as she sings. As I listen to the lyrics, I realize it’s about our baby, or at least about that kind of loss. Throughout most of the song, her eyes are closed, the emotions flowing off her.
She’s got the room captivated, and I can’t blame them. When the song finally ends, she doesn’t move from her bench. I begin to think I should grab her, but she finally stands up, giving a little curtsy as we all stand and applaud.
We stay standing as she comes over to us. I let her dads and brother hug her first. When she comes to stand in front of me, I grab her face and kiss her lips firmly. I pull back. “That was beautiful, baby.”
“Thank you.”
I flag down the waitress and order Chloe a glass of wine and an ice water, and then we all relax until she has to go on again.
***
We step into Chloe’s place and are greeted by Ragnar and Lagertha. Chloe squats down to pet both cats. “Hi, my babies,” she croons.
I bend down, giving them both a scratch on the head. Chloe stands up and slips her heels off.
The rest of our night went great. She was a little quiet after she sang that song, but everyone seemed to give her the space she seemed to need. Right before her second set, she let me pull her out to the “dance floor” and slow danced with me.
“That song was beautiful. You’re so talented.” She blushed for me, but I didn’t miss the fact that her eyes were shiny. “I’m so proud of you for putting yourself out there like that. Everyone could feel the emotions coming off of you.”
She rested her head on my shoulder as we swayed to the music coming through the speakers. “The first time I heard it, I loved it, but then I listened to the lyrics and loved it even more.”
“You’ve made me a fan, that’s for sure.” Fuck, it felt good holding her in my arms like that, her body pressed up against mine. Alarm bells went off in my head because I knew I was falling for her too fast, but like my dad had told me—if she was who I wanted, then I needed to fight for her.
After we danced, I led her back to the bathrooms, and while I waited for her in the hall, I pulled out my phone. I’d felt it vibrate multiple times in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see I have five text messages.
April: Hey Joe what are you doing? Call me.
Tiffany: Hey big boy want to have some fun tonight?
Chris: You need to come party with me! There are hot chicks everywhere. Call me!
Jessica: Hey you! Guess who I’m sitting with??? Chris is here. Where are you?
Chris: Get here now! Jessica is looking smokin’ hot tonight and she is wanting your dick.
I deleted each one. I’m not ashamed of my past, but those messages don’t make me sound like a very good guy. What could I say? I’ve always loved sex and have a pretty high sex drive. My looks make it very easy to find willing bed partners. I’ve never lied or gave a woman false hope to get them into bed, and I’ve always been upfront about my intentions.
Some think they can win your heart with their magical pussy, but most just want the same thing—a good time with no strings. Not since Tracey had I wanted someone else. Chloe stepped out of the bathroom, and I moved toward her. Her lips tipped up into a smile, and I began kissing her softly.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her. I used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick I smudged. I led her back out to our table.
She sang for another half hour before finishing up. People flocked to her, praising her singing. Standing back with her family, I watched as she graciously talked to each person. Her smile was blinding and genuine, and she was really in her element.
We left a short time after that. Her parents walked us out, both hugging and kissing their daughter goodbye.
Now, I watch her stand up straight and lead her cats into the kitchen—I don’t miss the provocative sway of her hips. I lock the front door and then follow her. She smiles at me when I step into the kitchen. I don’t say anything; my eyes just follow her as she moves toward me.
Chloe places both hands on my chest and looks up at me. “Thank you for coming tonight—I loved knowing that you were sitting there watching me.”
My fingers make their way into her hair. I grab it in my fists and yank her head back. Her pupils dilate, and her skin flushes. I bend down and lick her lips—she tries to reach for me with her mouth, but I don’t let her move. The whimper that escapes her lips is turning me the fuck on.
I move her until her back is against the wall, caging her in. Shackling her wrists above her head with one hand, I reach down with the other and very slowly move my calloused hand up her silky smooth thigh. The whole time my eyes never leave hers. I don’t miss the way her carotid beats rapidly in her neck.
I reach her pussy, not missing the wetness there and loving the sexy gasp that leaves her lips. I hit her clit, and she moans.
Chloe tries pulling her hands out of my grasp, but I hold tight. “Unh-unh, baby—I want to play, and you’re going to let me.” Her scent makes my cock even harder, and it’s ready to punch a hole through my pants. “Mmmm…you smell delicious. I need to taste you. Spread your legs for me.”
Chloe’s dress is around her upper thighs so it’s easy for her to spread them. I drop to my knees right there in her kitchen. I spread her lips with my thumbs before dragging my tongue through her damp folds. She moans loudly as I suck her clit between my lips and push a finger inside of her.
She is soaked and so fucking hot right now. Her pussy is trying to suck my finger in deeper as she convulses around it. I begin licking her pussy with vigor, loving the sound of her cries as I push her closer and closer to orgasm. She’s so wet that her juices are running down the palm of my hand as I finger fuck her.
Chloe babbles and cries incoherently as I suck her clit between my lips and suck…hard.
“Oh God!” she cries as her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my finger.
Her orgasm begins to ebb, and she sags against the wall. I stand up. “Climb up, baby.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I put my hands on her ass as she jumps up. Chloe wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back, and it’s making me hard as fuck.
I carry her through her house and set her on her feet. Her cats are on her bed, so I grab them and set them both outside. “I’m about to defile your mother.” They both look unimpressed as I shut the door in their furry faces.
Chloe laughs softly as I walk toward her. “Did you just tell my cats that you were going to defile me?” While I was doing that, she’d stripped out of her dress and bra, leaving her in her sexy heels.
I can’t speak—all I can do is nod before stalking toward her and tossing her on her bed. She bends her knees and spreads her legs, and I watch as she reaches between her legs and begins rubbing her clit.
“Fuck me, you’re sexy.” I rip my shirt off and quickly rip off my pants. I squeeze the tip of my cock to ease the ache, but it doesn’t help. Climbing onto the bed, I feel like a predator stalking its prey. “Move your hand, Chloe.” Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. Slowly, she shakes her head. “Are you telling me no?”
“Maybe,” she whispers softly. Her fingers slowly strum her clit.
“You’re a bad girl.” I grab her and flip her over so she’s on all fours. “Cheek to the bed, baby.” Chloe gets into position, and I groan because she’s a fucking sight. My hand gently moves from her upper back down to her juicy ass. I raise my hand and bring it down on the fleshy globe.
She cries out and tries to cover her ass, but I grab her hands and pin them down. “Did you just spank me! You let me go right now, asshole.” I let go and swat her again and then immediately slide my fingers through her sweet honey. Her moan is music to my ears. I swat her again twice in rapid succession and then dip my fingers into her pussy.
I can’t wait anymore. I flip her to her back, then reach into her nightstand drawer to grab a condom. A groan slips past my lips as she wraps her hand around my aching cock. She lets go for me to slip the condom on.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.” She does what I say, and I see her folds, glistening and hungry for my cock. “Fucking beautiful. Keep your legs just like that.”
I grab her behind her thighs, opening her just a little bit more and then lining my cock up with her entrance. I push inside her excruciatingly slow, letting her feel every inch of me. When I’m finally buried to the hilt, we both groan. “God, you feel good.”
She grabs my face, pulling it down and attacking my lips with hers. She’s by far the best kisser I’ve had. I begin to move slowly in and out of her. She cries into my mouth as my thrusts begin to pick up pace.
I pull out of her and flip her back over to her hands and knees. I grab her hips right before I thrust inside her again, wrapping my arm around her chest and pulling her up to her knees. Her head flies back, and her hands clutch her headboard.
I fuck her hard, holding her tits in both of my hands for leverage. “Give me your mouth.” She turns, and I begin kissing her as I move. She wraps one arm around my neck, cupping the back of my head as we fuck.
I’m close to coming so I move one hand down between her legs, strumming her clit. Chloe pulls her mouth away and cries out. My thrusts become more violent as I feel her pussy ripple around me. “That’s it, Chloe. Let me hear you come.” Her mouth opens, and what sounds like a wail leaves her. She squeezes my dick so hard I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.
When I’m finally spent, I kiss the side of Chloe’s head, smiling when she sags back against me. “You can spank me whenever you want,” she says with a sigh.
I pull out of her, and we both collapse on her bed. Luckily, she has a wastebasket in her room, so I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it out. Chloe is lying on her side watching me; I reach out and brush her hair out of her face. “I didn’t spank you too hard?”
“No. I honestly never thought I would like it, but I did…a lot. Maybe we could try other stuff, too.” She leans into me, burrowing into the spot under my chin. I wrap my arms tightly around her and snuggle her close.
“Absolutely.” I can’t wait to do lots of stuff with her.
It’s not long after that we both drift off into dreamland.