Broken Pieces (Cape Isle, #3): A Cape Isle Novel (12 page)

“What? That hurt!”

I tilt my head to the side towards Mr. Hottie. “The nice man would like to know what you want to drink.”

“Oh,” She glances up at him briefly, before going back to her menu. “Just a water, please.”

His smile dims and he turns to look at me. “Same for me please.” Poor guy. I watch his retreating form before kicking Jenna again.

She looks up and scowls at me. “What is your problem? Stop kicking me.”

“Are you freaking blind?”

“What in the hell are you talking about, Lex?”

“I'm talking about the fine piece of man that was just checking you out and you barely even glanced at him.”

“Whatever,” she mumbles. She closes her menu right as the waiter approaches with our drinks.

“Are you ready to order?” he asks Jenna, with a smile.

The stupid woman spouts off her order, once again barely even looking at him. She's an idiot because he is fun to look at.

His smile drops a little again when he turns to take my order. I watch his retreating form again, thinking Jenna has to be doing the same. I mean, it's a great show. Who would want to miss that? But when I turn to look at her, she is playing with her phone.

I shake my head. “You are seriously an idiot.”

“Why, because I don't want to let a pretty smile and an accent make me drop my panties?”

“Yes!” I exclaim.

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. I don't care if you are God's gift to women. No one is getting in these panties.” I watch as she drops her phone back in her purse and takes a sip of her water.

“Are you telling me you are never having sex again? I bet your vagina has already re-virginized. Please tell me you at least have a good B.O.B.”

The hot waiter almost spills the salsa on me as he overhears me. Well, he just lost a point for swagger. He mumbles an apology and retreats from the table.

“Did you just talk about my vagina while the waiter was serving our chips? I just want to make sure I didn't imagine that.”

I shrug my shoulders, as I dip my chip into the spicy dip. “Someone needs to talk about the poor neglected thing.”

“Jesus Christ. You need a muzzle,” she mumbles, picking up her own chip and taking a bite.

“You love me,” I reply with a smile.

She rolls her eyes, but doesn't respond. I make a mental note to order her the best B.O.B on the market. If she won't date, at least she can be having regular orgasms.

* * *

The next night, right at 7:30 pm, my doorbell rings. I swipe another coat of gloss on my lips, before dropping it into my purse and turning towards the door.

“Hey, handsome,” I smile, taking in Zack's appearance. God, he looks good.

“Hey, Angel.” He bends down to kiss my cheek, before pulling back and handing me a bundle of flowers.

“Daisies. My favorite.” I smile as I turn to take the flowers to the kitchen and grab a vase out of the cabinet, filling it with water. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zack watching me closely.

“Where are we going?” I ask, as I cut the ends of the flowers and arrange them in the vase. He doesn't answer, so I look up at him, an eyebrow raised in question. His eyes are hooded as he follows my every move.

“Zack.”

“Yeah?” His eyes meet mine and he moves to stand behind me. He moves my hair to one side and lowers his mouth to my shoulder.

“Where are we going?” My words come out breathless. He moves his lips up my neck and to my ear.

“The Italian restaurant,” he mumbles. “You smell fucking delicious.”

His hands find my hips and he pulls me back until his hardness is resting against my ass.

I turn in his arms and look up at him. He looks down at me with so much love and heat in his eyes that my breath catches in my throat. I move my hand to his face and pull him down to my lips. His hands on my hips tighten as he pulls me closer. His tongue comes out to swipe across my bottom lip and he hums low in his throat.

“You taste like cotton candy,” he whispers roughly.

I don't have a chance to respond, before he crushes his lips to mine. He tilts his head to the side and takes the kiss deeper. All too soon, he is pulling back. He lays sweet kisses on each corner of my mouth, before resting his forehead against mine.

“We need to go, before I carry you to the bedroom and rip this beautiful dress from your body.”

“That sounds good. Eating is overrated,” I mumble.

He chuckles and it sounds deep and rough. My thighs clench together, trying to relieve the ache there.

“I'm taking you on a date.”

“Okay,” I whisper. I look down at his lips and see that my gloss is now on him. I smile and use my thumb to wipe it off. His eyes get soft and he gives my hips a squeeze before stepping away.

“Let's go, Angel,” he smiles and his cute little dimple winks at me.

I grab my purse off of the counter and reapply my lipstick as I walk towards the front door.

I lock up the house and Zack leads us to his truck with his hand on my lower back. After helping me in, he moves to his side and pulls out of my driveway.

“So, what’s the surprise?” I ask.

He smiles and reaches over to grab my hand. “It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I guess not.”

The drive to the restaurant doesn't take long. Zack helps me out of the car and holds my hand as we walk inside. He gives the hostess his name and before long we are seated.

I look around and smile.

I love this place, but I don't get to eat here as much as I would like. With its candle-lit tables and romantic atmosphere, it would be pretty awkward if I came here alone.

A waiter walks up and introduces himself and Zack orders us a bottle of wine.

I love that he knows everything about me. He doesn't have to look towards me in question, he already knows what I like to drink. He's confident and it's sexy as hell.

When the waiter retreats, he catches my eye and looks at me curiously.

“What are you thinking about over there, Angel?”

“How sexy you are.”

He chokes out a laugh and shakes his head. “Almost 20 years we've been friends and I still never know what's going to come out of that mouth.”

I smile and open my menu. “Just keeping you on your toes, handsome.”

Chapter Fourteen

Zack

I
'VE STARED AT
L
EXIE ALL
through dinner. I know other people are around us eating, but my focus is on her. She is so unbelievably beautiful in that little red dress. I never thought I would get this. I never thought this moment would or could happen. I can't wait for her to see what I have planned for later.

The waiter returns with our check and I hand him my card before looking back at Lexie.

“When is Summer suppose to be back? On Monday?”

She takes a sip of her wine and nods her head. “Yeah, Monday morning. Why?”

“Do you think she would let you take a weekend off next weekend?”

She tilts her head to the side curiously. “Maybe. Why?”

I reach my hand across the table and take hers. “I want to take you somewhere.” I run my thumb along the back of her hand.

“Where do you want to take me?” she smiles.

I can't help but smile in return. “It's a surprise.”

“I'll talk to Summer.”

I nod my head and reluctantly let go of her hand when the waiter returns with the check.

I sign the receipt and stand from my chair, reaching my hand out to Lexie to help her up before placing my hand on her lower back and leading her to my truck.

“What's next?” she asks, as I open her door.

I bend down and kiss her cheek. “You'll have to wait and see.”

* * *

The drive to the beach is a short one. The sand stretches for about five miles long. Growing up here, we have all learned the places to go for different things. There is a tourist part, a surfing part, and the dunes. Tonight, I bring Lexie to the dunes.

Bending down, I untie my dress shoes, quickly removing them and my socks, while rolling up my pant legs.

Lexie looks over at me curiously, before bending down to remove her heels.

I make my way over to her door and take her hand, helping her down and leading her through the dunes. Both of us are quiet as we make our way down to the water. I can feel the breeze coming off of it and I can practically taste the salty air. It's almost dark, and we watch as the last visible rays of sun sink into the water.

I hear Lexie gasp and I turn to look at her. She is smiling ear to ear as she takes it all in.

There is a large white blanket laying in the sand, surrounded by exactly 76 candles. I placed the candles in clear glass vases so the wind wouldn't blow them out. There is a bottle of wine chilling on ice and two wine glasses waiting to be filled.

“Oh my God, it's so beautiful,” she whispers looking up at me.

“I'm glad you like it, Angel.” I bend down and gently kiss her lips. “Come on.” I smile as I lead her to the blanket.

“How did you do this?”

She sits down and I follow suit. “I had a little help with the candles and I may never hear the end of it at the station,” I admit.

I uncork the wine and listen to Lexie laugh, my favorite sound in the entire world. Her eyes twinkle with delight as she looks at me.

“So, while we were at dinner, there were a group of firefighters lighting candles on the beach.”

I chuckle and nod my head. “Yep.”

She laughs again and takes the glass of wine. She looks out over the ocean and sighs. “God, I love it here.”

“Did you miss it when you were in Virginia?” I stretch my legs out in front of me and watch her. The view of the sun setting is beautiful, but I turn my head towards Lexie. I prefer watching her.

She nods her head. “Terribly. I was so homesick.”

“Why didn't you come back sooner?”

“I don't know. I guess I wanted to do it on my own, you know? This town is so small and everyone knows everything. I guess I just wanted to see what a bigger city was like.”

“I get it, but I'm glad you're home now.”

She looks over at me and smiles. “Me too.”

We are quiet for a while as we watch the sun sink lower until the sky is streaked in darkness, the only remaining light coming from the candles surrounding us. I pour us another glass of wine and pull Lexie between my legs. Her back is to my front and I bend my head to her neck, taking in her smell that always seems to be stronger in this spot.

“I love you,” I breath against her skin.

She shivers in response and I smile. I kiss my way down her neck and across her shoulder, gently pulling the strap of her dress down. I set my glass to the side, before wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer to me.

She lies her head back on my shoulder and turns towards me. Looking down into her beautiful blue eyes, I lower my mouth to hers, running my tongue across her bottom lip. She tastes like the sweet wine we are drinking and a taste that is all Lexie. It's a heady combination and I need more. I press my lips harder against hers and she instantly parts for me, and I explore the inside of her mouth like we have all of the time in the world. I kiss her slowly and deeply, tasting every inch of her. We both breathe heavily when I pull back to kiss each corner of her mouth.

“You always taste so fucking good, Angel,” I whisper harshly against her lips.

“I love the way you kiss me.”

“Yeah?” I ask, pulling back to look at her eyes.

“Yeah.”

She sets her wine glass to the side, before turning in my arms. Before I can blink, she is crawling into my lap. Her dress is hitched up high around her hips, as she straddles my legs. She runs her hands through my hair and I watch her eyes flare with heat when she feels my hardness. She rubs herself against me and I groan. Her hands come to the back of my head, as she pulls me up for another kiss. My hands go to her hair and I tilt her head to the side. I can feel the heat of her coming through her panty-covered pussy and it drives me insane. With one hand still in her hair, the other leisurely travels down her body. I cup her breasts in my hand and I realize quickly that she isn't wearing a bra. I can feel her hard nipple poking through the silky fabric. I lift my hips and grind my hard cock against her, as I lower the delicate straps of her dress. I pull the material down far enough to free her breasts and I break away from her mouth to look down.

“Oh, Lexie,” I moan, as I take in the sight of her. Her breasts are beautifully round and her nipples are puckered against the cool night air. I bend down and take one in my mouth. I gently suck on it, running my tongue across the hard tip, giving it a little bite before moving to the other. She moans above me and her nails are sink into the back of my head, holding me to her. She starts moving in earnest against my hardness and I can feel her wetness coming through my pants.

“Fucking shit. You are so goddamn sexy, Angel,” I mumble against her skin. I cup the other breast in my hand and give her nipple a hard pinch, watching as she moans loudly in response.

Wrapping my arms around her, I flip our positions. I lay her down on her back against the blanket and take a moment to just look at her lying beneath me. She un-tucks my shirt and runs her hands up my stomach. I feel my abdominal muscles clench in response.

“Take this off,” she whispers.

I sit up and oblige her request, quickly un-doing the buttons of my dress shirt, and toss it to the side before doing the same with my under shirt. I lean over her, propping myself up on a hand beside her head. The other hand is busy running across her breasts and down her stomach. I slip my fingers under her panties as I watch her face. Her cheeks are flushed and her mouth is parted. Her lust-filled eyes are staring directly into mine.

I slip my hand lower.

My middle finger glides over her clit and through her wetness. She is practically dripping.

I sink one long finger inside of her and continue to watch as she throws her head back and moans long and loud.

“Fuck,” I growl. I feel her inner walls tighten like a vice. I pull my hand away and sit back on my knees.