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Nothing.

Nada.

Zilch.

Not a single new message on my phone.

What am I desperate? It's only been an hour. Maybe he's busy. He does have a life too. After all, it took me three hours to text him back this morning.

Walking back into the kitchen feeling dejected and I'm sure looking it the way my friends have pity written all over their faces.

“He's probably busy,” I tell them and open the fridge to grab a few last minute condiments and some more drinks as an excuse for coming back into the house.

What? Girls need to gossip without the guys hanging on and judging every word.

I type out a quick text to Ilyanna letting her know I was just filling them in on everything she already knows so she doesn't feel left out. I hit send, and walk outside behind the other girls.

My brother's are taking the volleyball net out of the shed, no doubt to set up over the pool. I hope everyone brought their suits. I'm game.

I look over at Ilyanna to see her pulling out her phone. She stares at it intently for a few seconds before smiling at me with a quick wink. My mom still has Haylee who's starting to fuss and she quickly hands her off to Braydon standing next her.

Looking back towards my brothers, I notice George staring at the group of us girls just coming out of the house. Noticing me noticing him, he hastily schools his features, turns back to Frank and finishes setting up the net. He pulls his shirt off slowly as if putting on a show and I raise an eyebrow. He saunters, yes saunters by us to grab a beer out of the cooler, takes a swig, puts it down on the table right next to us and brushes against Ashley in the process before diving into the pool. “Last one in is a rotten egg.” He calls when he surfaces.

Braydon hands Ilyanna a now sleeping Haylee and announces he'll be right back and runs through the house, coming back out with her pack and play. After setting it up, he pulls his shirt off and joins my brothers in the pool. The girls take a few minutes to run into the house and change into their suits and soon everyone's in the water with Haylee fast asleep in her playpen.

The boys beat the girls or should I say obliterate? Yup, we didn't score any points but it was fun all the same, I dry myself off and get settled on one of the many comfy lawn chairs set around the spacious patio area. I look at my phone and see that I do in fact have two new messages waiting for me, both from Julian.

{ I'll pick you up at 6. Reservations at Angelo’s for 7. }

{ Wear something I can easily take off. }

My face must be flaming because Ashley comes to sit next to me and asks, “That good huh?”

“You have no idea,” I say and let a small giggle slip.

Neither do I for that matter. But apparently I'm going to find out tonight and I can't wait.

patience

Julian

What the fuck is taking her so long to answer me? I know I'm acting irrationally, but what the hell? I'm impatient for this girl. I've finally found her and now it's a waiting game again.

Did she change her mind?

Is she still sleeping? Surely not, it's after ten in the morning. It's not like we had a super late night. I had her home by midnight. If I don't hear from her soon I'll text again. I sent her that message right before leaving the house for my gym spot. That was over two hours ago. Maybe the computer will take my mind off of her for a little while.

No such luck. Nothing held my interest for more than five minutes. After reading several bullshit articles about my team and looking over some new plays that were added to our play book for next season, I decide enough time's passed since I said I'd wait so I break down and text her again.

She texts back almost immediately this time, but I wait. Anticipation is good. Keep her on her toes like she has me on mine. Make her want me just as bad as I want her.

Leaving my phone on my kitchen counter, I set my mind on going for a run. I think that will pass up enough time to keep her frustrated. Then I'll really play with her. I chuckle to myself as I shut the front door behind me and leave the pavement in my sneaker's wake, quickly burning off the excitement in my veins and making room for the pure adrenaline that rushes me while I run faster and faster, trying to push thoughts of a certain sexy blonde out of mind for just a little while.

Who the fuck am I kidding. She's been a permanent resident there lately. And honestly, I really don't mind.

I love living in my gated community; everyone knows who I am and nobody bothers me. A few of my neighbors wave to me as I run by their houses on my way to our private fitness facility. A few laps around our quarter mile track sound good right about now.

On my second lap I sense I have company and look back to see Tracy McCormic a few paces behind me. Slowing down my pace a bit, I wait for her to catch up.

“Hey Trace, how are you?” She's slightly older than me and just lost her husband of twelve years to cancer last year.

“I'm doing a little better, thank you. How have you been? Getting ready for the season?” She asks as we continue a steady speed, never faltering. She's a good running partner and I do enjoy her company. She and Justin were the first friends I made when I moved here.

“Absolutely. I'm always eager to get back out onto the field. Maybe I can get you and your boys some tickets for our home opener.”

“That would be awesome. I'm sure they would love that.” She smiles at me as we round out another lap.

“How have they been doing in school?”

“Campbell had a great year, but Heath struggled a bit with third grade. Campbell was always really good about helping his younger brother, but since their father passed it just hasn't been the same.” She chokes up a little bit at the end there and I feel really bad for her. I've never been in love before, so I can't even imagine the heartache she must feel, but I'm sure it would hurt like a motherfucker.

“You're doing a great job with those boys all considering. Don't let anyone ever tell you any different okay?”

“I won't,” she replies.

“Promise?”

She lifts a fist to her heart. “Promise.”

We run in silence for a few more laps before I excuse myself, say goodbye and then make my way home at a slow jog to get my heart rate back down.

Prolonging my answer, I grab a quick shower. When I feel enough time has passed I send her a reply. Or should I say two replies. The first one I send stating the time, the second one just a tease to get her thinking. What I wouldn't give to see the pink coloring her cheeks while she reads it.

                               *****

Pulling into her driveway several hours later, I take a deep breath before getting out of my car and making my way up to her front door. I don't miss the glare aimed my way from the parted curtain, from George or Frank, I can't remember.

I wait patiently after knocking on the door and I'm left speechless when it finally opens. Tanya is standing on the other side in a short, black and white, striped sundress. The halter top is tied by two flimsy little strings.

I just stand, my dry mouth hanging open and take in her smooth legs descending from the hem of her dress. She giggles, breaking my perusal of her sexy ass body. My eyes make their way back up to hers and I can't help swallowing hard at the sight of her swells peeking out from the top. Licking my lips, and letting a small growl escape, I hold eye contact briefly, before taking her hand and pulling her towards my car. I don't need to maul her on her porch with her family no doubt standing a few feet away from us.

“Well hello to you too,” she giggles again as I open the passenger door for her. I only grunt in answer, closing the door and walking around the car to my door. I hesitate briefly before climbing in. I need to get my raging erection under control. Fuck! I hope I can make it through dinner.

She actually wore something I could easily take off. Is she trying to call my bluff? Surprise is on her. I'm seeing this until the end. How far it goes is up to her. She holds all of the cards and right now she's playing right into my hand.

Opening my door, I climb in and start the car without a word. I back out of the driveway and drive for a half a mile before the heavy need to pull over takes charge. Once I have the car safely parked, I look over at the goddess in the passenger seat, who's been staring at me since I sat down next to her. I take another deep breath, grab her hands from her lap and pull her towards me, meeting over the center console, I devour her mouth in a heated kiss. She's giving as good as I am, battling my tongue with her own and I find myself wondering again about dinner and whether or not it needs to be cancelled.

She pulls away, a heavy sigh on those sexy lips. “What was that for?” She asks rather breathlessly.

Still holding her hands between us, I decide to answer her truthfully. “I've been dying to do that since you answered your door. God you're so damn sexy, and that dress...” I stop myself and groan, not for the first and I'm sure not the last time tonight.

I jump in my seat as she releases one of her hands from mine and slowly glides it over my achingly hard cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss and she gives me a gentle squeeze and captures my mouth in a soul searching kiss.

She breaks away after what seems an eternity, gasping for air. “I'm really not that hungry. Well not for food anyway.” She's biting her lip and has her hands folded in her lap, looking at me shyly.

Fuck me. How can she attack me one second and in the next look so unsure?

“Oh no sunshine, I'm doing it right this time. You're not a quick fuck for me. We have chemistry. I know you feel it too. Let's go eat and then we can continue this,” I gesture between us with my hand, “at my place when we're done.”

“I like the sound of that. I want more too and ever since waking up that morning in your bed I've wondered what happened between us. So maybe you can fill me in after dinner?”

“You ask and you shall receive.” I wink at her then pull the car back onto the road.

She laughs and settles her hand on my thigh, gently rubbing in a circular motion with her thumb. “Now I really like the sound of that.”

She slowly moves her hand higher up my leg towards my cock. “Keep that up and I won't be responsible for me actions,” I tell her and her hand freezes, fingertips dangerously close to my swollen tip.

“Promises, promises.”

I place my hand over hers, interlocking our fingers and bring it up to my lips, kissing her soft skin before putting them back on my leg, this time just above my knee in a safer position. I don't need to make a mess of myself.

“There's way too much to choose from. It all sounds so good,” she tells me as we're looking over the menu.

“I've eaten here a few times and I always get the same thing,” I tell her, closing my menu after deciding it's pointless to look at it.

“What are you getting?”

“Garlic and herb steak and shrimp with a baked potato and a salad.”

“Well damn, that's what I was going to get.” I can't help but laugh at the cute pout that has her mouth turned down as she bats her eyelashes at me. “Maybe I'll just get something else and we can both share,” she suggests and I have to agree, it's a good idea.

I'd do just about anything to put a smile on her luscious lips and I'm not disappointed when I agree and her mouth turns up at the corners.

The waiter arrives and he looks at Tanya a little too long for my liking and I clear my throat to get his attention. I order a bottle of wine, in a not so nice tone, hopefully discouraging him from checking out my date when he returns.

Tanya notices the scowl on my face. “What's wrong?” She asks.

“Let's just say as you were checking out the menu, he was doing the same to you and I didn't like it.”

“Well I'm here with you and I find you way too sexy to notice anyone else. Trust me when I say you have absolutely nothing to worry about. It's your bed I'll be waking up in tomorrow morning.” She winks at me and my dick instantly thickens at her words and smoldering look. She licks her lips just as the waiter arrives with our wine and asks if we're ready to order.

I look at her, prompting her to order first and she orders the herb crusted lobster tail with rice pilaf and grilled asparagus. Hmm? My second choice which I've never gotten around to ordering. After placing my order, I catch her staring at my mouth.

“What?” I ask her with a grin.

She shakes her head and meets my eyes with her own. “Sorry,” she says as her cheeks turn pink once again. “I was just imaging your mouth doing things other than talking.”

To say I'm shocked from her brutally honest answer is an understatement. I decide to stun her in return with my own brand of honesty. “Oh trust me sweetheart, I've done my fair share of imagining it too and the wicked noises I would have you making. I've had the pleasure of hearing them already and can't wait to again.”

My admission makes her squirm in her seat and I'm rewarded when she licks her lips and a small moan escapes them.

“Do tell,” she says in way of getting me to tell her about our brief time together.

I can see our waiter making his way to our table with our food and I hold a single finger to my lips. I watch as she takes a small sip of her wine as he sets the plates down on the table in front of us. I nod in thanks and take several bites before I speak.

“Tell me, what do you remember?” I ask.

“I remember getting along really well at the party and leaving with you. I know we kissed and touched each other in your bed, but after that I'm drawing blanks.”

“You're painfully close. We made it to third base and I had to stop there. You were three sheets to the wind and I wanted you to remember our night together when we finally did have sex.” I shake my head and stare down at my plate before continuing. “Of course I imagined waking up to you still in my bed.”

“I'm sorry, really I am. I panicked. I didn't know where I was, who you were, or what happened between us.” Sitting across from me, wringing her hands together, looking uncomfortable, she goes on in a hushed whisper, “I didn't think I would ever see you again.”

“Don't be sorry. We're here now. Are you sure this is something you want to do?”

She laughs, shaking her head at me. “Are you serious? Do you think I would be here if I didn’t? I cannot even begin to tell you how bad I want you. I wanted to skip dinner, remember? You're the one being all noble. Hell, I was ready to climb your lap in the car.” Her blush reaches all the way to the tops of sexy tits and I want to lick the seam between them, untie the strings of her dress and uncover her nipples that I can see poking stiffly through the fabric.

“Dessert?” I ask, hoping like hell she declines.

“Mmmm. I know what I want for dessert and it's not on the menu.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. The amount of food still sitting on our plates is disturbing.

She follows my line of sight and as if reading my mind says, “I'm ready for that dessert now.”

Standing abruptly from my chair, I pull her out of seat and she giggles as we make our way to the front. Stopping in front of the hostess booth, I tell her to put it on my tab and hightail it out of there.

Pinning her against the door of the car, my mouth consumes hers before I can even think twice about the public display. “God, I want you Tanya.”

“Then take me home and have me,” she tells me and leans up giving me a chaste kiss and licking my lips. She places her hands on my chest and gently pushes me away, moving with me.

I reach around her to open her door and once she's seated, I pull the seatbelt over her, lightly grazing her stiff nipples. I feel her tongue on my neck and her lips close over the moist skin, raining kisses up and down the length. I turn my head, kissing her lips and pinching a nipple before leaning up and out of the car. If I don't get to my house soon, I'll shame myself.

She tries several times to initiate more in the car. “Not here. You’re making it very hard for me.... to not pull this car over and fuck you, but I want you in my bed.”

BOOK: Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3)
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