A song for him

Chapter 5

My heart leaps to my throat when I get outside, my valet ticket outstretched to the attendant. I don’t even notice the tip I give him as my eyes are focused on the one thing that can shut me up. Roan, leaning against his truck, half a grin on his face.

I motion for him to wait for me as I move the car next to his. When I get out, he is at my door, helping me out.

“You’re late.”  He says.

I realise that I’ve actually missed him, when I come close to him. We’re facing one another. There’s that heat again. I wait for him to say something again, but he doesn’t. He strokes my arms gently with his fingertips and he looks me in the eyes, then drags his gaze to my mouth. Instinctively, my lips part and I need him to kiss me.  Now.  Right now, damn it!

He inches his face closer, “What are you doing here?” 

“Dinner.”

“With whom?”

I can’t take it any longer and stand on my toes to reach his mouth, claiming his kiss. He relents and kisses me back, hard. His hands grasp my body tightly, fitting in with every curve. Its not enough; I want more!

He pulls away, “Dillon. Talk. And why do you look so ridiculously hot? Your message was vague. Meet me at the Callum Hotel.  Out to dinner.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” If I wasn’t mistaken, Roan was jealous. “You’ll love my story, but first, tell me about Detroit!”

He smiles, “It was great, but we can talk later.  Come on, follow me.  Your surprise awaits.” 

I perk up even more, if that’s remotely possible at this point, “What is it?”

“Just get in your car and follow me.”

I end up following him to his house. I get my things from the car for our little sleepover and meet him at his truck.  He has a basket hooked over his arm and a bottle of wine in the other hand.

“What’s going on?”  I ask, curious.

“Let’s take a walk or are those heels going to be a problem?” 

“You’re not into dressing up much, are you?”

“I’m more of a salt of the earth kinda guy.  Also, I like a good dressing down.” I love his dirty mouth and can’t help, but giggle.

“Its not far.  Come on.”  He says, offering me his arm to hook with mine.

We walk around the corner, by the brewery and close to the edge of the property. It’s a little cottage. A much smaller version of the house. There seems to be a dim light coming from inside. It has its own little porch with a lamp light on the front and is painted a pale blue.

As we ascend onto the porch I notice the tea-light candles lined up on the window sills.

I look at him and he’s been watching me this entire time. My heart melts and I smile, “Is this for us?”

“Well, I promised you a proper date.  Open the door.”

Inside, is a quaint little living room, with a plush white rug, which is surrounded by little lanterns, which illuminate the room just enough.  There is soft music playing, Norah Jones I think.

“You’re happy?” he asks me. “Completely!”

I slip my heels off and put my things down, stepping in further, my feet being caressed by the softness of the rug.  I feel his arms wrap around me and his lips gently kiss my neck.

Allowing myself to just mold into him, I place my hands over his and let him trail kisses from my ear to my shoulder. He suddenly stops and turns me to face him, kissing me on the lips. His hands are entangled in my hair and I’m caught up in his embrace.  His body is hard and I love how it responds to my touch.

I slip my hands under his t-shirt and pull it over his head. His shoulders are broad and toned. His jeans hang low on his hips and his strip of blond hair from his navel to down there is definitely a happy trail.

As he kisses me again, his hands find the zipper on the back of my dress and he snakes it down slowly, making me wait that much longer.

When it finally falls to the ground, I feel self-conscious, but he quickly puts me at ease, “Hey. Relax. You’re perfect.  My kind of perfect.”

I can only manage a moan as I move to undo his pants and they drop to his ankles. He steps out of them and I instinctively step back. He is magnificent. Every muscle in his thighs move when he stalks toward me.  He crooks a finger at me and hooks it under the front of my bra.

I a bundle of nerves, but also an excited mess. He makes light work of unhooking my bra and pulls my flush against his body, kissing me hard.

We find our way to the rug and tumble down gently. My breath hitches as I feel his long, hard length against my abdomen. His nose is touching mine and as if asking for permission, he looks at me, “Now?” It’s a hoarse whisper.

“Now.”  I whisper back.

He moves inside me, slowly. Rhythmically. Its amazing. He kisses me all the while and his eyes stay locked on mine.  Oh my God.  This man is everything!

We’re a tangled, happy, satiated mess at the end of it all. Sitting with just a throw wrapped around myself and him back in jeans with no shirt, we’re facing one another, having some wine.

“This is nice.” I say sipping the dark red liquid. “Dillon.  I think I’m in love with you.”

He says it so fast, I have to replay it in my mind. Did he really say that? I want to say it back, but what comes out of my mouth is stupid, yet honest, “I’m going to Nashville.”

It’s a difficult situation, with Roan and I not being exclusive in the sense of titles like boyfriend or girlfriend.  He doesn’t say anything more besides, “Oh, I see. When?”

“I need to be there by Friday.”

 “Family? Friends?”

“No. I have a meeting with a producer. Well, Jesse Lee.” He nods, smiling, 

“Uh, the country singer? Right?”

“Yeah! Its an amazing opportunity. She heard me sing on Sunday night.” He gets up, not overly excited, 

“Wow.  That’s great!”

“I’ll probably be back here before the weekend is out.”

“No rush. This is your dream. How will you get to Tennessee? It’s a seven hour drive through four states.”

“I’ll fly or do the bus.  I don’t think I’ll be able to drive that far.”  I laugh nervously. I can’t read him that well, so I don’t know if we’re OK.  He is getting dressed. No!

“Its not like I’m moving there, Roan.”

“Its also not like I said I was in love with you.” 

Whoah.  ‘Just say it, Dillon!’ “Me too.”

He turns to face me, “Come again?”

“I am in love with you too. I just don’t want to mess things up before they’ve even begun.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re complicated?”

I shrug, “Too often.”

“So, what do we do from here?”

“You tell me. I’ve never had anyone tell me they were in love with me.” I answer him honestly. “You’re kidding!  Every man you have ever dated needs a head-check.”

I edge closer to him as he sits down next to me again, “I guess this makes you my boyfriend?” 

“I guess it does.”  He kisses me on the lips and then the nose.  It makes me giggle.

“You know boyfriends do things like go away with their girlfriends for weekends, right?”

He looks knowingly at me, “Need your boyfriend to accompany you on a trip to Nashville?” 

“I think I do.” I kiss him again.

His kisses become deeper, and longer until we’re lying down on the rug again. He turns me onto my tummy and leans down to whisper in my ear, “Trust me?”

“Uh-huh.”

He slowly trails kisses down my back, then spreads my legs and leisurely slips into me. Its an insane feeling that almost immediately has me writhing around.

“Keep still, baby.”  He says softly.

My God! Even his voice turns me on. I can’t control the feeling unfurling inside of me and find that he is close too. His thrusts grow faster and deeper and he lets out a groan that’s so feral, I lose control immediately.

 This must be what satiated feels like as I lay tucked under his arm and dozing off, limbs all jelly-like and a stupid grin on my face.  I take a peek at him, his beautifully rugged features slightly marred by sweat, but God, even that looks good on him!  He's mine, I think, no, I hope.  Wait, scrap that; he is mine.

I place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth and his lips twitch into a smile, "Come here." He pulls me closer and kisses me deeply one last time before we both close our eyes and drift off to sleep.