Page 21 of Dirty Coach To Go

“I felt silly because you were staring at me,” she says softly with her head tucked down. I place my hand underneath her chin and lift her rosy face.

“I couldn’t stop staring because your voice was mesmerizing,” I confess. Her eyes perk up, and her sheepish demeanor suddenly disappears.

“Really?” she asks in a state of disbelief.

“Yes,” I say, hoping to convince her to croon a few more lyrics. My prayers are answered as she softly begins to sing over top of the whiny voice coming through the stereo. The chills return, and my body shivers as she plateaus and shifts octaves. I could listen to her angelic voice all day long.

I zoom into the driveway of the heather gray beach house, not wanting to waste a moment of our time together. Her cheeks are filled with glee as she smiles from ear to ear. Seeing her this excited makes me a little nervous. I want this weekend to be perfect for her, so I can’t screw anything up. I hop out of the driver’s seat and swing around to her side of the car, holding her hand as she jumps down to the ground. As I grab our suitcases from the trunk, she admires my bulging muscles. I flex them a little bit just to tease her, and she falls for my bait, flashing a grin.

I slowly unlock the front door, hoping my efforts prove fruitful. I take a deep breath as I flick the light switch on, revealing the spectacle I’d rushed here after work to create. She gasps as her jaw drops, and a wave of relief comes over my body.

“Mason, did you do this for me?” she asks, already knowing the answer to her own question.

“Of course,” I say as I drop our suitcases by the door. She turns toward me, and those glowing cinnamon bun eyes make me sweet on her.

“I love it, thank you,” she says with sincerity. The petite brunette stands on her tippy toes as she kisses me with her soft pink lips. Damn, those lips make me want to toss her onto the couch and make her call out my name as I stroke her soaking wet cunt. But I’ll save that for later.

“You’re welcome. Are you hungry?” I ask, trying to keep my hands off of her at least until after dinner. I want to feed her first and then feel her body tremble in my hands as I thrust my solid piece of wood deep inside of her.

“Starving,” she says as she places her hands on her stomach.

“How about baked chicken, garlic butter scallops, and parmesan asparagus?” My stomach growls at the mention of the spread I plan to cook for her. I chuckle, and she giggles as well. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“That sounds delicious! It’s a definitely.”

“Good. You make yourself at home while I whip everything up. And if you’re hungry now, there’s a box of jelly donuts in the kitchen with your name on it.”

“You remembered.” Her eyes light up, followed by a huge grin.

“Of course I did. I used to watch you eat jelly-filled pastries after every single game. There’s no way I could ever forget your favorite snack.”

I grab her hand and lead her into the kitchen. She instantly spots the box of donuts and seizes one, plopping onto a stool and munching on it. I open the fridge and take out all of the ingredients I’ll need to make Tessa a home-cooked meal.

“Need any help?” I hear her ask from over my shoulder.

“No, I’ve got it,” I reply. I don’t want her to lift a single finger on this mini vacation. I want to cater to her every want and need, leaving nothing to be desired. She watches as pots and pans clank in my hands and munches another jelly donut as I cook a warm meal for her growling belly.

I hope I’ve thought of everything. I don’t want to miss a beat. I want to profess my love to her this weekend, so everything has to be just right. She knows she’s special to me, but I need her to know how deeply in love with her I truly am. The girl has her name stamped across my heart, but she doesn’t even know it. I have to tell her before the summer ends and she goes back to Manhattan for another year of school.

I pour two glasses of white wine, one for me and the other for Tessa. She may be under twenty-one, but she’s definitely mature enough to handle a glass of aged grapes. Plus, I’m sure she was introduced to a beer or two at the college parties she went to.

“Cheers!” she says as she clanks her wine glass against mine and then takes a sip of the fermented beverage. She holds it with class, almost as if she’s done this before. “Mmm, that’s really great wine.”

I place a generous plate in front of her, and she inhales the savory scents on the dish. Then I light the candle between us. The flame glows as it burns brightly. It highlights her gorgeous face as I stare at her from across the intimate table.

“I hope you like it. I’m not really a chef, but I tried,” I chuckle nervously.

“I bet it’s delicious,” she says. The curvy young lady takes her fork and digs into the plate without any coyness. She loves to eat and doesn’t try to hide that one bit. I’m glad she’s not the type to count every calorie. She closes her eyes as she chows down on the baked chicken. A moan releases from her lips. “This is so good.”

“Really?” I don’t usually cook, and most of my meals I pick up from takeout restaurants, but I wanted to do something special for Tessa, so I took a chance and threw an apron on.

“Yeah, really,” she giggles. I smile as I watch her indulge in the dish I cooked for her. I’m so focused on her that I forget to eat myself. “Your plate’s getting cold,” she laughs again. God, that laugh does something to me. Her harmonic chuckle makes me want to kiss her plump lips. I laugh as I stuff a forkful in my mouth. To my surprise, she’s right – this isn’t half bad.

The roaring ocean breaks the stillness of the night. She stares out at the raging sea from the back porch as I wash the dishes. She watches the waves crash against one another as I look on at her silhouette in the moonlight. The white dress she’s wearing gracefully blows with the wind, showing off her curves from every angle. She reminds me of Helen of Troy – the most beautiful woman in the world that thousands of men had gone to war over.

I dry my hands and walk up behind her goddess-like figure. I place them on her lovely hips and stare at the ferocious sea right along with her. The crashing waves are actually pretty soothing. A storm is brewing, but for some reason, I feel calm here with her. She turns toward me and kisses me with those juicy lips.

“I’m glad I’m here with you,” she says. The girl makes me grin uncontrollably.