Too Fast

by Alexia Haynes

Days working with Bill had become rare. He trusted me enough to let me supervise projects for his clients. I appreciated the trust, and all the help he’d given me over the years, but I missed spending time with him too.

  Savannah would like Bill and Ellen. Maybe when things calmed down with Mom, we could take Bill up on his offer for dinner at his house.

  On my way home, I stopped in a Target and bought a lightweight V-neck black sweater. For the low price of sixteen ninety nine, I was going to look presentable for our date.

  I pulled into the driveway. The house looked empty and sad. I needed to try to spend time with Nat inside the main house. We needed to wash away the bad memories and reclaim the space. Maybe after we left the hospital tomorrow. We could rearrange the living room, sit on the couch, and watch movies. We should make a nice dinner too. Not microwave or takeout. Maybe Savannah could hang out too. I couldn’t remember her work schedule for tomorrow, but having her around would make things so much more normal, so much homier.

  I grabbed the Target bag and went inside. I had about forty-five minutes to shower, shave, and dress. There was a tiny bit of toothpaste left in the tube, but it took some serious squeezing to get it onto my toothbrush.

  After I’d put on my nicest pair of jeans and the sweater, I took a minute to look in the mirror. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn anything besides a t-shirt.

  What would Savannah think?

  Wait a minute. Was I actually nervous about our date? I was. I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to show Savannah how much she meant to me.

  She was the first woman I’d really dated in my adult life. I didn’t know what I was doing. Somehow I had to convince her to stick with me after our month was up.

  I just hoped she was getting as attached to me as I was to her.

  Flowers. I needed flowers.

  I grabbed my keys, a clean t-shirt for in the morning, my wallet, and my phone. I’d have to grab some flowers from the grocery store. And some toothpaste. We had to have toothpaste.

  I knocked on the door at five minutes before eight. Madison answered.

  “Oh, wow! Savannah is one lucky woman,” she said. “Come on in.”

  “Thanks.” I smiled back at her.

  “Nice roses.”

  I was suddenly insecure. I’d taken too long in the floral department. There were too many choices. “Too clichéd?” I asked.

  “No. She’ll love them.”

  I stood awkwardly near the door. I was getting the whole date experience. The nerves, the wait, the awkward time with the roommate.

  Finally the door to Savannah’s room opened, and she walked out looking even more delicious than usual in a white cardigan over a white sequined tank that revealed just enough cleavage to make my mouth go dry and a fluttering black mini skirt that showcased those legs.

  She beamed at me.

  “You look amazing,” I said, stepping closer.

  Her green eyes sparkled with excitement, and her full lips curved into a smile.

  “So do you.” She walked over to stand in front of me. “I can’t believe you brought me roses.”

  “It’s our first date.”

  “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  I handed her the bouquet.

  She took a sniff. “They smell wonderful.”

  I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “We have reservations at eight fifteen. Italian.”

  “Perfect.”

  “You guys should go then,” Madison said. “I’ll put these in water.” She took the roses from Savannah.

  “Thanks, Madison!”

  Savannah reached for my hand and led me out to the porch, closing the door behind us. “I know we’re in a hurry,” she said, “but I have to do this.” She pulled me close and I met her lips with my own.

  As our kiss deepened, my body reacted. I pulled back and tucked her head against my chest. I struggled to get control so I wouldn’t scoop her up and take her straight to bed. “Damn,” I said.

  “We need to get to the restaurant, huh?” Savannah said.

  “Yeah. You are just too damn sexy in that dress.”

  Savannah looked up at me. “I could take it off if you want.”

  The blood rushed to my boxers.

  “No,” she said, with an impish grin. “I shouldn’t do that. I’d be almost naked.” She lowered her voice to a mock whisper. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

  “You are just plain evil, Darlin’,” I said, as my dick strained against the fly of my jeans.

  She walked across the porch, leaving me frozen on the spot. “Let’s go,” she said.

  I gave her a pained look. “Baby, I can’t move right now.” Screw the bed. I was just going to bend her over the railing and fuck her hard.

  She walked back to me and put her hand on my tensed bicep. “I was kidding. I’m wearing panties.”

  “You are?”

  “Yeah.” She glanced down at my jeans. “Um, granny panties.”

  I smiled at her. “Granny panties?”

  She nodded. “They are white and big and ugly. And they actually belonged to my granny at one point.”

  Some of the blood rushed north to my heart. “You’re the best.”

  “I am,” she said. “Let’s go on our date.”

  I could move now, if I walked very carefully. Think of a grandmother in really big panties, I told myself. A really old grandmother. With warts and saggy skin. Better. I could make it to the SUV now.

  I opened the door for Savannah and tried to avert my eyes as she slid into the seat. The last thing I needed was a glimpse of her creamy thighs, granny panties or no granny panties.

  After closing the passenger door, I went around to the driver’s seat and carefully climbed in. I managed to avoid injuring my abating boner, and started the motor.

  “How was work?” I asked, trying to turn from carnal thoughts to those more appropriate for going out in public.

  “Good. I have all my research done, and I got a good start on the rough draft this afternoon.”

  “I forgot to ask what time you were working tomorrow.”

  “I have to work two to close, so midnight.”

  “That sucks. I was going to do some work in the early afternoon, but it might be a while before we get any alone time again.”

  “It will be okay, Luke. We didn’t expect tonight. We might get more time together soon. I know you need to work when you have a chance.”

  “Thanks, Savannah. I already told Bill I could finish up some trim and window work tomorrow. I’d hate to back out.”

  “Your boss is a good guy, huh?”

  “The best.” I wasn’t sure if I should mention the dinner invitation, but I found myself telling her anyway. “Bill and his wife want to have us over for dinner. Not now, but in a few weeks maybe when things calm down.”

  “I’d like that,” she said.

  My heart filled with hope. She hadn’t said no, and she hadn’t pointed out that we’d be over in a few weeks. I didn’t want to push her, but I was pretty sure I was winning her over.

  The restaurant was hidden in a strip mall, and I’d never noticed it before. I parked and helped Savannah out. Then we walked in holding hands.

  We were seated immediately at a small square table, covered in white linen and set with two long candles and wine glasses.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Savannah

  Luke pulled out my chair for me, and I took in the ambiance of the charming place.

  “This is amazing, Luke. I’m so glad we are doing this.”

  “Me too,” he said as he sat across from me.

  The hostess handed each of us a menu, and Luke reached for my hand.

  “You are way too far away,” he said before standing and scooting his chair over next to mine.

  His gaze burned into me. I loved the way he looked at me, as if I was a goddess.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. He touched my lips with his finger. “These red lips. These green eyes, like the
finest emeralds. I love this dark silky hair running over my skin. I love the sexy way you look when it’s wet. Like you’ve been tumbled out of bed and pleasured in the shower. Like you’re straight up sin poured into this hot, curvy body.”

  I was trembling from his touch, his words, the idea of my wet hair on his naked skin. I struggled to take a breath. “Let’s skip dinner,” I said.

  Luke smiled, a wicked glint in his brown eyes. He leaned forward to touch his lips to mine.

  Oh, yum.

  “Welcome to Little Sicily. My name is Robert, and I’ll be your server tonight,” a warm voice interrupted our kiss.

  Luke kept his gaze on mine as he pulled back, like he was reluctant to break the connection.

  “I’m sorry,” the waiter said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll check back in a few minutes.”

  “No, it’s okay,” Luke said, finally tearing his gaze from mine.

  I glanced up at the waiter, a little embarrassed by the intensity of my feelings for Luke.

  “Should we order some wine, Savannah?” Luke asked.

  “Sure. I’m not exactly a connoisseur though.”

  “Let me tell you about our specials, and then we can match the wine to your meals,” the waiter said.

  He rattled off a bunch of entrees, but I wanted something tried and true.

  “Any of that sound good to you?” Luke asked.

  “Actually, I was thinking maybe some eggplant parmesan.”

  “Excellent choice,” the waiter said. “And that comes with a red sauce.”

  “I’ll try your lasagna,” Luke said.

  The waiter handed Luke the list of wines and recommended three of them. Luke turned to me but I just shrugged. I didn’t have a clue.

  “How about the Chianti?” the waiter asked. “It’s quite good, and if you are disappointed, we can try something else.”

  Luke set down the wine list and took my hand in his again. “Sounds great. Thank you.”

  “I’ll have some garlic rolls for you in a moment,” the waiter said as he collected our menus and turned away.

  “I’m more of a beer and pizza kind of girl,” I said.

  Luke squeezed my hand. “That’s just part of what makes you perfect,” he said.

  The wine was good. The eggplant was delicious, but my favorite part was the way Luke kept touching my leg, or my shoulder, or my cheek when he was holding my hand.

  I would never forget this moment in time. This perfect mutual adoration. This was love.

  Luke

  “We will definitely do this again,” I said as we left the restaurant.

  Savannah beamed at me. Tonight had been special. I loved her body next to mine as I slept, and I loved thrusting inside her body when we made love. Something about dressing up and being together in a sophisticated place, energy zinging back and forth between us, heightened all of my senses.

  I helped Savannah into the Expedition, and this time, I did sneak a peek as her skirt fluttered up when she climbed up and sat.

  I inhaled sharply as my eyes drank in the sight.

  Savannah giggled as she watched me. “I lied about the granny panties.”

  “You aren’t wearing any panties at all.” Oh, day-um, she wasn’t wearing anything under that flimsy little skirt.

  “Yeah,” she said, “I lied. Well, I told the truth, and then I lied.”

  I shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side. Then, I climbed in, started the engine, and pealed out of the parking lot.

  Savannah giggled. “Are you going to speak again, or has the inner animal taken over?”

  I grunted.

  She laughed harder.

  We got to her house in five minutes, and I parked and rushed over to her side. I opened the door, grabbed her as she squealed, and placed her upside down over my right shoulder.

  “Luke, my skirt!”

  I put one hand on the back of her skirt to keep her covered.

  “Wait, my purse!”

  With a growl, I grabbed her purse from the floorboard and slammed the door. I used the purse against her juicy ass to keep her skirt in place, and I moved as fast as I could for the front door.

  Savannah screeched and giggled as she bounced against me. “Luke! Put me down!”

  Apparently Madison heard us coming and she had the front door open when we hit the porch. “Thanks, Madison. I wasn’t sure how I’d get that open.”

  Madison laughed as she got out of my way. “Good night, Savannah. Have fun.”

  “Oh she’ll be having fun,” I said as I walked through the door to her room. I tossed her onto her bed, set down her purse, and shut and locked the door.

  Savannah didn’t move from the spot where she’d landed.

  I kicked off my shoes, tore of my sweater, undid my belt and cast aside my jeans.

  “Are you stripping?” she asked from the bed.

  “Saving time,” I answered. I kept my boxers on for now.

  “I’m still dressed,” she said with a pout.

  “I’m taking care of that right now.” I stalked toward her.

  She sprang to life, trying to get away as I reached her. She rolled to the headboard, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back to me.

  “You’re a bad girl, Savannah,” I said as I watched her eyes widen. “First you go out without any panties, and now you try to run away.”

  She squirmed, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

  “Do you know what I do to bad girls, Savannah?”

  She stopped, licked her lips, and asked, “Fuck them?”

  “You wish,” I said. “Actually, I tickle them!”

  She screamed as I dug my fingers into her sides. She was ticklish all right.

  “Wait! Stop!” she gasped.

  “Do you surrender?” I asked.

  “No, but… but I think you need to reexamine your priorities.”

  “Yeah? Why?”

  “Because I’m not wearing any panties, and you are wasting time tickling me.”

  “Good point,” I admitted. “I should be doing this…” I crawled off her and lifted her skirt, turning her body to allow for a direct approach. I lifted her leg over my shoulder, and went in for a taste of sweet honey.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.

  “I’m making sure you didn’t sustain any damage here with your neglectful lack of underthings.”

  “You are completely nuts,” she said.

  I went back in for another taste.

  “Luke,” she whispered, squirming against my mouth. “I want you inside me.”

  “We have all night, Darlin’.” I wasn’t going to keep her waiting. I was dying to bury myself inside her.

  I chucked my boxers and tossed them off the bed. Then I crawled up her body, kissed her beautiful mouth, and reached between us to guide my dick into her wet center.

  She moaned into my mouth, and I lost my resolve to take it slow.

  As she reached her climax, she yelled my name.

  We dozed for a while before my erection nudged her awake.

  As we lay panting in each other’s arms, Savannah traced the lines of my tattoo.

  “That feels nice,” I said.

  “You’re a good man.”

  I didn’t want to get all serious and emotional right now. I didn’t have the energy. I could tell she was thinking about me and Nat and me getting the tattoo. “Because I rock your world.”

  She smiled up at me. “That too.”

  I distracted her with my mouth on her ear, her neck, and her breasts. She moaned against me, and I knew we were finished talking.

  After our third time, we slept the rest of the night. I woke to bright sunlight streaming in her window. Afraid I’d overslept, I reached for my phone. It was only seven thirty. I set the phone down and rolled back over to spoon Savannah. I couldn’t help smiling to myself as I watched her sleep. There was nothing better than waking up with her in my arms. I pressed my erection against her buttocks.


  Savannah ground her hips back against me and moaned.

  “Sweetheart,” I said, “are you awake? Aren’t you sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Mmm nah mmm sooo.”

  “You aren’t awake are you?”

  I scooted over so I could roll her toward me and kiss her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open.

  “I didn’t understand you.”

  “I said that I’m not sore.”

  “No?”

  “No, but I could use a shower.”

  “Not yet,” I said. “I’m not finished snuggling.”

  “You’re such a girl,” she teased sleepily.

  I took her hand and placed it on my dick. “Do I feel like a girl to you?”

  She laughed, her eyes closed as she moved closer into me. “I love you, Luke,” she said, her voice dreamy.

  “I love you too.”

  I just lay there, holding the woman I loved, until I had no choice but to get up and get moving.

  Savannah had fallen back asleep, so I got dressed quietly and headed back to my own place to shower.

  I saw the older model Volvo in the driveway as I turned onto my street. I tensed immediately. Nobody should be at my house. Surely they hadn’t discharged my mother yet. She wasn’t really stable. The only other option was that one of her fuckbuddies had come looking for her. Why would he stick around though?

  Slamming my vehicle into park, I jumped out and went to be sure the front door was locked. It was. I went in through the garage, keeping quiet so I wouldn’t spook the unwanted visitor before finding out what he was up to. Had she given someone a key? I should have changed the locks.

  Somebody was in my shower, and I started in that direction when a movement on my bed caught my eye. Was that Nat? No, but it was a girl close to her age. Maybe it was Nat in the shower. The water stopped, and I waited to see if my sister was coming out. I was going to tear her a new one for being here without my permission.

  Then the bathroom door opened, and a young teen stepped out wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He saw me taking in his pimply chest, and froze.

  “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?”

  “Uh, sorry man. I’m JD. I’m here with Katelyn. Natalie and Hannah’s friend.”

  “Where is my sister?”

  He shrugged. “Last time I saw her, she was in the living room.”