Dating Delaney (12 page)

Jake

Laney’s friends are fun and down-to-earth. I like them a
lot. I can't remember a better day out with people. She’s tucked into my arm on
the boat as we ride out to some sandbar. Her hair whips around in the wind and
she keeps trying to brush it out of her face, but it’s cute. Her skin is so
soft and warm and golden right now. It’s taken everything I have not to haul
her into the house and have my way with her. Every time I look at her she’s
either staring at me with those sexy brown eyes or doing something like
crossing her legs or leaning back in that suit, and I have no choice but to
kiss or touch her. She’s becoming an addiction, but one I have no intention of
giving up. She tucks another flyaway hair behind her ear and smiles up at me. I
love her smile. It’s big and bright and reaches her eyes.

Ryan stops the boat about fifteen minutes into our ride and
throws the anchor down. Laney immediately gets up and opens the gate we’re
sitting near. “Come on!” she says and tugs my hand. I stand follow her to the
stern. She sits down, swinging her legs over the edge and hops down into the
water. One by one we all hop down. It’s only up to my shins where we jump in
but everyone wades out a little until we’re waist deep. There’s a bunch of
people hanging around out here. At least ten boats all anchored and people just
floating around and enjoying the day.

“What’s that face?” I ask.

“What face?” she says with a twinkle in her eye. She clasps
her hands together suddenly, holds them out in front of her while twisting and
dragging them through the water. The result is a monstrous wave of water
hitting me in the face and her squealing in laughter. I lunge forward to tackle
her but she’s quick and dodges out of the way before I can get her so I belly
flop into the water. As she kicks away from me she splashes Ryan, Ellie, Molly,
and Brent in the face, resulting in an all-out splashing war between all of us.
Eventually Miller catches her by the head and dunks her under. As she comes up
for air I launch myself at her, flying through the air and tackling her back
underwater. We come up together laughing and coughing up water.

“Truce! Truce!” she calls, putting her hands up in front of
her in surrender. I snake my arm around her waist, pull, and she comes crashing
into my chest. I love the feel of her wet skin on mine. She reaches up, still
giggling, and pushes her wet hair out of her face. The sun’s in her eyes,
making their color seem translucent. A bead of water trails down the side of
her neck, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. I dip my head low and slide
my tongue from her collarbone back up the droplets’ path to just under her ear.
Goose bumps break out down her arms and her legs come up and wrap around my
waist tightly. I run my tongue from her ear to her jaw, finally moving to her
mouth, her breaths coming in short bursts. I pull away from her lips and
brazenly let my gaze drift down. Her breasts are heaving up and down against my
chest, wet and slippery. I lift one hand and palm the perfect mound. A
strangled sound escapes her lips, encouraging me further.

“Hey porn stars, tone it down, there are kids out here,”
Adam laughs at us, completely breaking the moment. I drop my hand and look to
her.

“You make me do the damndest things, Laney,” I say
breathlessly. Her face is flushed and she looks a little stunned still.

“Me?” she squeaks.

“You two coming? We’re hungry. Time to head back and cook!”
Molly waves us towards the boat.

“Coming!” Laney calls over my shoulder. I set her on her
feet, lean down, and give her a kiss on the neck. She laces her fingers through
mine and beams at me. I feel like I just conquered the world. I need to get a
grip on myself.

I have to say the food spread Laney and her friends put on
is amazing. By the time I’ve sampled a little of everything, I’m so stuffed I
feel like they might have to roll me to bed tonight. The sun’s setting over the
lake and Laney and I are sitting at the end of the dock enjoying the view.

“Are you having fun? I know it can be weird spending a day
with a group like us,” she prompts.

“What do you mean? Everything's been great.”

“We’ve all been friends since we were in high school.
Sometimes it’s hard for someone new to keep up with all the inside jokes and
what not,” she explains.

“You’ve all been fantastic. I like the guys a lot.
Everyone’s been really nice and welcoming,” I reassure her.

“Good.” She leans her head on my shoulder. I like the feel
of it there. She’s changed out of her suit and back into her sundress and the
top ruffle is fluttering in the breeze. She looks content and relaxed. I take
her and position us so her head is in my lap looking up at me. Under her gaze I
feel like she sees everything I am, everything I want to be, and accepts it.
Likes it, even. But, she still keeps part of herself from me. She hasn’t given
everything yet and I want to know why.

“How do you see me so well, Laney?”

“You’re pretty easy to figure out, Magic Mouth,” she teases.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What about you?” I ask.

“What about me?” she says inquisitively.

“If I help you, can you let me see that part of yourself?”

She rolls her head to the side and looks out over the water,
watching the sunset as she sighs. “You undo me. You deny me of the side of me
that strips good love away,” she says timidly before meeting my eyes again. I
stare down at the incredible woman before me, wondering if I heard her right.

“When you look at me the way you are right now, it’s like my
life’s moving in perfect motion,” she adds, her voice barely a whisper. She
reaches up and runs her hand along my jaw. The pad of her thumb brushes softly
over my cheek.

“Wherever you are, Laney, I want to be,” I murmur. Her
breath hitches at my words. “I'm so lost for you, Laney.”

Her eyes light up as her hand slips behind my neck and pulls
my mouth down to hers. I slide one hand under her back and the other under her
knees and haul her up onto my lap. She quickly adjusts herself so she's
straddling me. I start planting tiny kisses everywhere I can from her neck down
to the tops of her breasts. Her hips buck against my erection and her body
starts trembling.

“Jake,” she pants and places her palm over my heart. It’s
beating frantically in my chest.

I drag my mouth back up to hers and kiss her until I’m sure
she’s breathless.

“Yeah?” I whisper into her mouth.

“I don't remember what I was going to say.” Her head tips
back and she laughs at herself.

“I must be doing something right then.”

“I’m not sure you know how to do wrong,” she says while
running her hands through the hair at the nape of my neck. It feels so good
when she does that I groan.

“Let’s go back up and join everyone for a while. The
fireworks will start in an hour or so,” she suggests.

“Do we have to?” I squeeze her playfully.

“No. But., we should…I think...”

It’s nice to know she’s struggling as badly as I am. I scoot
back, taking her with me so she has more room to get up.

“All right. Let’s go.” I take her hand in mine as we walk
back up to the yard.

Delaney

“Holy hell, Laney!” Ginny squeals at me. “That H-O-T piece
of man can barely keep his hands off you! I almost had an orgasm when he took
his shirt off to go swimming this afternoon,” she gushes.

“It’s not fair. His body couldn't get any more perfect. It’s
almost too good to be true,” I laugh.

“It’s true. He’s real. I had to wipe the drool off my chin
twice today,” Molly chimes in.

“Yup, thanks for bringing the man candy,” Ellie laughs.
“Seriously though...thanks.”

“You guys seem really happy around each other. He seems
normal, nice, and not a fuck-up so, congratulations, you deserve someone who’s
good for you,” Becca says, giving me a pointed look.

“You guys are getting weird on me. Pour me some more wine
and let’s get back outside.”

I brush their gushing comments off as they laugh at me.
Ginny fills my glass then promptly tells me that’s it for the night because I
need to be super sober to experience getting lucky with Jake for the first
time, smacks my ass, and sends me out the door.

We join the guys around the fire pit and dole out sparklers
to entertain ourselves until the fireworks start.

“Let me grab my camera so we can get some good shots of
this!” Ginny crows.

“Why would you take pictures of this? They’ll never come out
well,” Jake says.

“Ginny’s a photographer, she’s pretty amazing with her fancy
camera,” I explain.

“The pictures up in your living room, are those from her?”
he questions.

“Yeah. I love those pictures. She really is amazing with a
camera.”

Ginny comes back down the lawn, camera in hand, and plays
with some buttons on it for a moment before instructing us what she wants us to
do. She sets the camera up for a longer exposure time or some shit like that,
and one at a time we will light our sparklers and draw a letter or picture or
something in the air with it. Apparently the light from the sparkler will
trail, showing what we drew in the air and the camera will capture it. Sounds
cool enough, anyways.

One at a time we each step in front of Ginny and make our
air design, smiling goofily while doing it. Ellie draws an “E,” Becca does a
circle, Molly tries out a star, and I do a heart. Next, the guys do theirs.
Ryan does an “R,” Brent does a “B,” Miller does an “M,” and Adam does an “A.”
When it’s Jakes turn he pulls Ginny aside first and whispers something to her.
She nods and then they move around the side of the house where he does his.

“What was that all about?” I ask when he comes back. He
shrugs and winks at me before telling me it’s a surprise while grinning like an
idiot.

“Well whatever this surprise is, you sure seem proud of
yourself over it.”

“If it works, then I will be,” he says.

We congregate back near the fire as it starts to die down.
The fireworks should start any time now. I spread out a blanket on the grass
and sit. Jake sits behind me, spreading his long legs out on either side of me.
His arms snag me under my armpits and he pulls me back so my rear end is snugly
situated against his crotch. His arms stay wrapped around my middle and he tugs
gently until I rest my torso against his.

“That’s better,” he murmurs in my ear. I lean my head back
on his chest and look up to the sky as the first fireworks boom gold and
glitter into the night.

“I love fireworks. They’re like magic and they sparkle.” I
sound like a tool but it’s true. I’m always mesmerized by them every time I see
them. Jake’s ribs shake slightly and I know he’s stifling a laugh.

“I like them too because they’re explosives,” he chuckles.

“Such a guy,” I huff and tilt my head up to look at him.
Another round of fireworks burst and illuminate his face momentarily. He’s not
watching them, he’s watching me. His face has gone warm and soft but his eyes
are holding mine with such heat in them that I forget to exhale.

“Breathe, Laney,” he whispers. And I do. His index finger is
trailing lightly along my arm where it crosses his. His other arm is wrapped
around my middle, holding me tightly to him. Everything about this moment feels
amazing. We watch the fireworks in silence together for a while. I never want
this moment to end.

“Laney,” he breathes. He nips my ear lightly, sending shivers
down my spine.

“Mmmhmm?” I tilt my head a little further, giving him better
access to my neck.

“I can't wait anymore,” he says softly.

“For?”

“You,” he whispers. Electricity shoots from my neck straight
down my body, leaving me damp between my legs. I crane my neck to look at him.
Maybe he’s being funny. Scratch that, the look on his face is all business. I’m
frozen in my spot between his legs unsure of what exactly to do.

“Laney?”

“Uh huh,” I snap out of it, gently move out of his embrace,
and tug his hand to get him up as I start for the house. He stands and follows
me. If anyone notices us, they don't say anything. As soon as we’re through the
screen door, Jake’s hands are on me, spinning me around to him. The desire is
overwhelming. His mouth crashes into mine and his kiss sets my entire body on
fire.

“I need you, Laney.” His voice is a low growl. He scoops me
into his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us to the
bedroom. Setting me to my feet, he bends, grabbing the hem of my dress and
lifting it up and off quickly.

“All I want to see you in is just skin,” he rasps. His lips
touch my belly, warm and soft on my skin, making my knees buckle with desire.
As his hands make quick work of ridding me of my bra, he kisses every inch of
my body: my stomach, my breasts, my arms, hands, and neck, before gently
pushing me backwards onto the bed. His thumbs hook the elastic of my underwear
and in one swift motion they’re gone. His eyes are pools of emotion as he looks
me over.

“Stunning,” he breathes. He steps back and slowly removes
his shirt. I’m panting just watching him. He’s taking his time and I’m letting
my eyes memorize every inch of his body. I want to touch him, kiss him,
everywhere. His shorts drop to the ground revealing
all
of him and I
stop breathing. He is gorgeous. Too gorgeous to want me, yet, he does. How is
this possible? He climbs up onto the bed, kissing his way from my ankle up to
my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth and suckling. A groan of pleasure
escapes me. I run my hand down the length of his back, feeling every defined
groove of muscle. He slides his hand down my body slowly and lightly, leaving a
trail of goose bumps in its wake. Slowly he slips his fingers between my folds
and starts rubbing and circling his fingers over my clit, driving me insane. My
hips buck against his hand and grind into his palm, wanting more. “Don’t stop,”
I rasp. He gives me what I want, stopping just before I come. Our bodies are
slick with sweat and sliding against each other. Each breath I take, my breasts
swell against his hard chest before retreating, the feeling of it turning me on
more. His mouth is devouring mine. Without warning, he flips over, taking me
with him.

I adjust my legs so that I’m straddling him. I can't resist
running my fingers over the hard ridges of his chest and stomach. He sucks in
slightly at my touch and grows even harder. I lean down and kiss, lick, and nip
every inch of his torso. When I start to follow his happy trail he jackknifes
up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around my back and drawing me
into another kiss. He carefully positions himself at my opening and eases in.
My eyes flutter closed and my head rolls back at the feeling of him entering
me. “Laney,” he growls. “Look at me.”

Look at him?
Now?
I can't think of one time in my
entire life where I’ve actually held eye contact while having sex. It’s
uncomfortable to me and generally I choose positions where eye contact is hard
to accomplish so I don't have to. I roll my head back up and slowly open my
eyes to meet his. The view reveals nothing but want and desire. He dips his
head in and kisses my neck.

“Keep them open. I want to see you,” he rasps. My limbs
tremble as we move together, him driving deeper, faster, and harder, all while
his gaze stays trained on mine. Heat. Desire. Passion. Love? All flash behind
his dark eyes. He shifts slightly, hitting a deeper spot within me and I cry
out, “Fuck yes, Jake! FUCK!”

He continues the impossible pace, never taking his eyes from
mine. It’s insanely intense. Intimate. Like I can see everything he wants or
needs and I wonder briefly if he can see that in mine. I’m lost. I’m drowning
in him. I won't be able to turn back now.

Suddenly he lies back, pulling me with him, and rolls so I’m
beneath him, his eyes on mine, his thrusts coming faster and harder. A thumb
comes to my clit, applying the slightest pressure, and I can feel myself coming
undone. “I’m going to come, Jake!” I’m not quiet. “Fuck yes!” I scream out as
the beginning of my orgasm crashes over me.

“Eyes, Laney!” Jake grunts. I snap my eyes open and bite my
lip as he watches me orgasm. I can feel my body shake uncontrollably just
before I find my release and my eyes glaze over. A faint smile crosses his face
before he releases with a soft grunt, face buried in my neck. “Incredible,” he
mumbles into my neck before collapsing his full weight on me. It feels so good.
He’s heavy but his weight feels amazing right now as we both lay panting and
tangled together.

Cheers, claps, hoots, and hollers come from just outside the
bedroom window.

“Way to go, Jake!”

“Congratulations, Laney!”

My body goes stiff realizing that everyone is standing
outside of our window, not having watched--thank god the curtains were
closed--but listening! Jake’s ribs shake before an audible laugh escapes him.
“Oh my goddd,” I groan and bury my face in his chest. He rolls to his side and
pulls me into him, pushing my overgrown bangs out of my face.

“At least they’re cheering,” he jokes. “Can you imagine if
they had booed?” I can't help but laugh at his words. We both have a good
chuckle before calming down.

He’s lazily dragging his fingertips up and down the length
of my body, making me shudder every now and then. I pull his gorgeous face into
mine and kiss him with everything I’ve got left in me before we start again.
This time is unrushed, slow and sweet and exploratory. By the time we’ve
finished, it’s late and we’re both spent. He pulls me close in his arms,
letting me settle my head in the crook of his arm. I’m delirious with
contentment and fully sated as he whispers, “Sleep, Laney.” I close my eyes and
listen to his heartbeat. I lay awake listening until his breathing is steady
and slow and I think he’s asleep. “I love you,” I whisper. His breath hitches.

I let my guard down in a momentary lapse of emotion, it just
slipped out and now we both know my heart can be broken. “Laney,” he whispers.
I panic and do the only thing I can think of. I pretend to be fast asleep like
a coward. I don’t know what the hell he thinks but after waiting a moment and
getting no response from me, he pulls me even tighter into him.