Chapter 60
Colby
My hands on my steering wheel and my dick rock hard, I glance at Lydia in the passenger seat of my truck and smile like a fool for the hundredth time during this short drive from the restaurant to my condo. A little champagne in my woman and, lord have mercy, my horny, dirty, born-again virgin was unleashed. Just two glasses in, Lydia took off her shoe in the restaurant and gave me a foot job under the table. Three glasses in, and she was whispering to me about the blow job she was dying to give me. Best lunch ever.
In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the sanest idea for me to take Lydia straight to a restaurant right after we’d marched triumphantly out of the outpatient clinic, arm in arm. Based on our mutual, raging boners in that moment, the more obvious play was to drive Lydia straight to my place and begin fucking her brains out without delay, exactly the way I’ve been fantasizing about doing for over two months now. But, for some reason, it felt hugely important to me that Lydia and I have an actual first date to look back on and tell the kids about one day. Something classy to mark the beginning of The Story of Colby and Lydia. Plus, I think I just wanted to finally get to be out in public with my woman and be able to kiss her and nuzzle her jawline and show her off to the world as my girlfriend. Not my physical therapist. Not my friend. My woman.
Mine.
The song on the radio switches to “Unsteady” by X Ambassadors and I quickly change the station. Enough. The new song is “Wonderwall” by Oasis. Much better. I look over at my tipsy, beautiful Wonderwall and smile at her.
“You look gorgeous.”
“I feel gorgeous,” she replies. And then she laughs uproariously at herself, making me laugh. She adds, “And horny.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell. The foot job you gave me under the table didn’t give that away at all.”
She giggles, yet again. “One more glass of champagne and I would have slipped under the table to give you something more than a foot job.”
Oh my God, she’s so sexy. And so full of shit. As hot as that thought is, there’s no circumstance under which Lydia Decker would ever slip under a table in a restaurant to blow me and we both know it. But, still, I love hearing her talk dirty like that. “If champagne gets you thinking that way, baby, then it’s an awfully good thing for me I’ve got two more bottles of champagne waiting for us on ice at my place.”
“Oooh,” she says. “You’ve thought of everything. But I sure hope you didn’t get the same kind we had at the restaurant.”
My stomach drops into my toes. That’s exactly the kind of champagne I bought. And it wasn’t cheap. “I thought you loved that kind from the restaurant,” I say. “You once told me it’s your favorite.”
“Oh, it is my favorite,” she says. “But it’s way too expensive for you to be buying three bottles of it. Feed me the cheap stuff at this point and I won’t even notice the difference.”
I wave her concerns away. “It’s all good. This is a once-in-a-lifetime occasion. No do-overs. I want to do it right.”
“Once in a lifetime? Babe, we’ll be having sex again after today, I promise. Many, many times.”
“But never again after two months of making Jane Austen turn over in her grave.”
“Still, honey, you’re spending way too much money on me. That restaurant wasn’t cheap. And neither were these flowers.” She motions to the outlandish bouquet resting across her lap.
She’s right. I’ve definitely splurged today. And not just today. Truth be told, I spent the equivalent of two car payments on presents from Maui for Lydia and the kids, not to mention those sex toys I had delivered to Lydia via expedited shipping while I was away. And it certainly doesn’t help my fiscal situation that I’m on disability these days and won’t be earning my full salary again until I return to work in a month or two. But when it comes to Lydia, I just can’t seem to care about saving money the way I usually do. As careful as I normally am with my funds, I’d gladly spend the equivalent of ten car payments on Lydia if it would guarantee I’d get to see her smile at me the way she’s doing right now. “Don’t worry for a second about the money I’ve spent,” I say. “I’ve been saving my money for today for a long time.”
“You have?”
I nod.
“For how long?”
I grin. “My entire life.”
Lydia visibly swoons. “Oh, Colby.”
Lydia’s phone buzzes and she looks down at it. “Your momma says the kids are safe and sound at your parents’ house. Thank you, Momma Lou! Is Ralphie already there?”
“Yup. I took him this morning. Didn’t want him staring at us while we were doing it doggy-style.”
She laughs. “Good thinking. That would have been creepy.”
I pull up to the curb in front of my condo and gesture. “This is it. Home sweet home. It’s small, but it’s mine. Well, mine and the bank’s. Mostly, the bank’s.”
Lydia looks out the window at my condo. “It’s so nice, Colby. It’s so you.”
“It’s about to get a whole lot nicer. Stay put, baby. I’ll come around and get your door.”
“Why, thank you. Such a gentleman.”
I come around the back of my truck, open the passenger door, and help Lydia down.
She slides her arms around my neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper. And then, without warning, I swoop her up and carry her in my arms like a bride, just because I can.