Chapter 17

Ryan

I had to admit, no matter how fun that drive was, no matter how much I enjoyed the sunshine shining down through the windows, I was really glad when we finally arrived at the winery. It had been the point of the whole trip, but the drive there made me know that being with Sara was what I wanted. After the swim in the river on the drive over, I felt like I was being tortured. Every move Sara made turned me on, and I couldn’t help moving my eyes over every part of her body whenever she was looking the opposite way. I was pretty sure I had been caught a couple of times, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t trying to hide the fact that I wanted her. I was pretty sure that had been understood since the first night I’d talked to her, even more so when we’d kissed for the first time.

As soon as I’d put my lips to Sara’s at the beach, my cock started to struggle. It had been an upward battle every moment after that. The only time I had been able to keep my mind off it was in the ice cream shop and that was from all the people around us. Even in the car, watching her lick that cone was agony. My cock had been throbbing ever since then, which made the ride eternally long and eternally hard to pay full attention to. I did my best, though, trying to calm myself down by focusing on the road. That proved harder than I thought as well, and I found myself swerving the steering wheel several times to avoid running off the road. It was hell trying to keep my eyes on the road because they kept sneaking back over to her sitting in the passenger seat. Her shirt had been wet for half of the trip, and her heaving breasts and hard nipples were more than a distraction. They were a visual torture hell-bent on running me right off into a ditch. At least then, I would have been sitting still.

The last half hour of the trip, I had kept my hand on her thigh, squeezing it every so often and smiling over at her. I could see the lust and desire in her eyes, and I knew she was thinking the same thing as me. We both wanted to get to the bed and breakfast and just rip into each other, but we had to be patient, something I had always been pretty good at until that moment in the car. I had to keep telling myself not to slide my hand up farther, to keep right where it was. When we saw the sign for the winery, I was pretty sure I could have jumped for joy.

We turned down the dirt road and drove slowly through rows and rows of grapes, starting to sprout in the warming sunshine. Sara looked excitedly out the window, and I realized she had probably never been to a winery before. The thought had never even crossed my mind, especially since I had been to my fair share, especially when I’d traveled to California and overseas for work. After about five minutes, we finally made it to the main house. I parked the car in the small lot in front of the house and looked over at Sara with a big grin. She leaned over and kissed my cheek tenderly, giving me a knowing look.

I got out of the car and chuckled, watching her walk out into the sunshine and look over the hills of grapes growing in the distance. I opened the car and grabbed our bags, throwing her backpack over my shoulder. She looked over at me and smiled, hurrying to catch up. We walked inside to the counter, and I set the bags on the floor and glanced around me. I was impressed with the rustic grace of the house and was starting to think this would be even better than I thought.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice rang out, coming from the back.

The woman was middle-aged with long brown hair tied at the nape of her neck. She had the kind of clothes rich housewives would wear from tiny boutiques they went into when vacationing in the mountains. No labels, mostly handmade, but her accent jewelry showed she was a little whimsical. I was very familiar with this kind of woman. She was obviously bored, her husband always gone on business, her children or child grown and in college. So, she bought a bed and breakfast not far away, and it was the horny customers who were currently keeping her entertained for the moment. She probably had a full staff to run the winery and then took her time meticulously picking out every stitch of furniture, every picture, and every bedspread, finding satisfaction in her “uncanny” ability to turn an old farmhouse into a chalet for those wanting to get out of town.

“Hi.” I smiled. “Ryan and Sara, here for the night.”

“Yes, yes.” She smiled. “You’re the winning bidders for the gift certificate from Bonanza.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

“Wonderful. Let me show you to your room.” She smiled.

I picked up the bags and walked behind Sara who was trying to keep up with the woman. She looked back at me and held in a giggle, almost running into the innkeeper as she stopped to talk about a painting on the wall. This went on the entire way up three flights of stairs, and my arms were burning by the time we reached the top. Luckily, the hallway was short up there because staring at Sara’s ass was getting me hard all over again. In fact, the whole tour was complete and total agony. All I wanted to do was get to the room, put down the bags, throw Sara on the bed, and spend the next several hours making love to her. I had been tortured on the entire drive and, now, all the way up to the room. It was like karma was sitting on my shoulder having a ball watching me struggle through the long wait. I didn’t think I had ever wanted someone as much as I wanted her right then.

The innkeeper stopped one last time and showed us some bench that was circa—hell, I don’t know. I stopped listening. Finally, she reached the door and opened it with an old skeleton key. She showed us inside and pointed out the different amenities to Sara as I lugged the suitcases in and dropped them on the floor. I leaned back against the dresser and panted, feeling like my heart was beating out of my chest. Maybe I wasn’t in as good of shape as I originally thought. Now, all I had to do was wait out the last few minutes of the woman standing there, telling us about the wine tour and where to find her if we needed anything. I felt almost triumphant as she handed Sara the key and smiled sweetly. I stood up, gripping my fists together in anticipation as she walked toward the door. She stopped and turned around, forcing me to act nonchalant.

“Dinner is included in your stay,” she said. “It will be served on the terrace in less than an hour.”

She smiled and turned around, walking from the room and closing the door behind her. I put my arms up in the air with my mouth wide and groaned loudly, dropping them to my side and hanging my head. Of course, my cock took over and the scheming and debating began. Did I say screw it and knock one out of the park real fast? Did I take a cold shower and just deal with it? I looked over at Sara who was bent over, looking in her suitcase. I quickly shut my eyes and breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, just like I was taught to do when I was anxious. A lot could be done in an hour, that was for damn sure, but at the same time, I didn’t want to rush it. I didn’t want to have to stop so we didn’t go hungry for the night. The innkeeper also seemed like the kind of woman who would come looking for us if we didn’t show up for dinner. It was probably for the best since I didn’t want to rush things. She deserved to be paid attention to, to have me fawn all over her body.

I adjusted my pants and turned toward Sara, smiling as she looked up at me holding a small black dress. I could already imagine her in the thing, and it was starting to make my head dizzy. She looked at me confused, and I forced a smile on my face.

“How about this for dinner?” she asked.

“Looks good,” I said.

I knew one thing for sure. I couldn’t stay in that room with her. Otherwise, I would be all over her in minutes, and this time, there would be no stopping us.

“Okay, I’ll change in the bathroom, and you can change out here.” She smiled, prancing past me.

“Afterward, let’s go for a walk,” I yelled.

“Sounds good,” she said through the door.

When we both had changed and gotten all the sand off us, we headed outside to the vineyard, holding hands as we walked. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and she looked absolutely gorgeous in the light. I was almost stunned by how much I was taken back by it. We talked lightly about the trip, about the inn, and she laughed loudly, replaying my face as I struggled behind them with the suitcases. Little did she know that was only a small portion of my struggle. We headed back to the house, hearing the sound of the dinner chimes that the innkeeper rang out over the vineyard. We were the only ones there for dinner, and there was a beautiful table set with candles and a knit cloth over the table. We sat down across from each other, putting our napkins in our laps as she served our appetizers and a beautiful display of the vineyard’s own wine. I was actually very impressed by it all.

Once the main course was served, the innkeeper scampered off, leaving us to have our privacy. I looked to the right over the hills and shook my head at the beauty. The sun was starting to set below the horizon, and the sky was a mix of fiery oranges and bright reds. It had to be one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen, especially since I rarely saw them in the city. I reached across the table and took Sara’s hand, enjoying the quiet tranquility of the moment. The warm breeze blew across the vineyard, and I could see the bright streaks of mahogany shimmering in Sara’s hair.

I knew in that moment there was nowhere else on earth I would have chosen to be in that moment. I was right where I wanted to be, right where I was supposed to be. Sara looked over at me and smiled, her eyes twinkling brightly. I felt like an extremely lucky man to have met her. She was like an unexpected jewel in a rough situation. She started to speak but as she did, the innkeeper came out with a cart of desserts. Sara smiled, but I could see the lust in her eyes, and I realized she was as eager as I was.