Labeled

by Jenni Linn

  Without warning, my dick is in something wet and incredibly warm. I glance down at the most glorious sight I've ever seen. I am two seconds away from exploding--and I warn her--but she doesn't stop. My hand moves to the back of her head, while my other grasps at my bedsheets. I try to hold off as long as I can until she begins to move faster, and I fall. Once I come back to earth, I open my eyes. Veronica wipes her lips and smirks at me. “That okay?” she asks.

  “Fuck, baby. That was amazing.” She smiles wide and proud. I sit up quickly, surprising her, and pin her onto her back. “I thought you'd never done that,” I ask her, curiously.

  “I haven't,” she whispers.

  “Where the fuck did you learn how to do all that?”

  “Cosmo.”

  I glance up at my ceiling. “Thank you, Cosmo!” She laughs beneath me, and I look back down at her beautiful face. I capture her mouth with mine and explore it with my tongue. My hands move to her jeans, and she lifts her ass off the bed, allowing me to move them down her legs. I kiss my way down her throat and sit up to pull her jeans off. “Your turn.”

  Fancy Schmancy

  It's well into the afternoon when I finally wake up, unfortunately alone. Can’t say I didn’t try. A smile spreads across my lips of the memory of how I tried to convince her to stay. She struggled with that, but in the end, she was right. She had to go, for numerous reasons. Though now I’m wondering how she's functioning on the amount of sleep we didn't get.

  I press the screen on my phone to see the time. Twelve forty-five. Veronica's shift is half over, but this gives me plenty of time to make some calls and plan something special for tonight.

  Taylor is a damn pain in my ass. Being polite doesn't get you anywhere, but then trying to explain why it's important that I have this Saturday with Veronica without a legit reason doesn't fly, either. She’s too cunning. I didn't want to tell anyone before telling V, but now Taylor knows. She promised to keep it a secret, and finally agreed it was a good enough reason to let me have Veronica this one Saturday. She even went out of her way to help me out with something else but...she's still a pain in the ass. With that being my last phone call, everything is finally set in place. I send Veronica a text.

  Me: Tonight, you're mine babygirl.

  My phone vibrates shortly after.

  Nic: Correction: Tonight I'm Taylors.

  Me: Nope. Already spoke with your girlfriend.

  Nic: You did? Why am I the last to know?

  Me: Because you weren't supposed to know. Be at my house by six, dress nice.

  Nic: Who's the tease now?

  I send her a wink emoji and leave it at that. She needed to get her last words in and I let her. It makes me smile. I start thinning about how tonight will go. How do you tell someone you care about that you're leaving? And what’s more, that you hope they'll wait for you? I sigh and try to push that to the back of my mind. Tonight we enjoy each other, and tomorrow I tell her. With things to do, I grab my keys and head out to my car to run some errands.

  I make it back home with just enough time to spare. The house is empty; just the way I'm used to. I rush up the stairs and get myself dressed in some nice shit I have hanging in my closet, then quickly make something of my short hair. From the bathroom, I hear my phone go off at the same time I hear the exhaust of a car coming up the driveway. I slip on my shoes and quickly make my way back downstairs to greet her at the front door.

  She's just reaching the door as I open it. I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of her. Her face lights up in the most beautiful smile. My eyes drink her in. “Well, don't you clean up nice,” she jokes, but I'm still speechless--my lack of response causes her smile to drop.

  “What?” she asks, panicked.

  She's wearing a snug red dress that stops right above her knees; it showcases her sexy figure and long, long legs. “You look amazing.” I move towards her, picking up a dark curl and wrapping it around my finger. “I like your hair like this.” Her megawatt smile returns.

  “You better,” She pouts, “It took forever to curl.” I smile at her and notice she's wearing makeup. It's not a lot but just enough to emphasize her natural beauty.

  “As much as I want to take you up to my room and peel this dress off you, we need to go.” She bites her lip, and it's my undoing. In a second, I have her flush to my body and my hands are roving all over as my tongue does the same to her mouth. If it weren’t for my phone ringing, we would never have left. Reluctantly, we break apart and I pull my phone from my pocket.

  It's a short call from the restaurant confirming my reservation. I put my phone back in my pocket and take Veronica's hand in mine. “We gotta go.”

  “Where are we going?” she asks as I pull her behind me towards my car.

  “You'll find out soon enough.” I open the passenger door for her and wait to close it until she's safely tucked into the seat. She graces me with a grin just before I close the door and make my way over to the driver’s side to get behind the wheel. The car starts with a purr. Once we're on the main road, and I’m cruising in fifth gear, I reach over to grasp Veronica's hand in mine. I quickly glance towards her and the light from my head unit allows me to see her smile in the dark.

  “So…” she drags out the word, “Now can you tell me where we're going?”

  “Nope.”

  “Pleassseee,” she begs.

  “Nope.” I gently squeeze her hand.

  “You're mean.”

  “Well, that's not very nice.”

  “You not telling me where we're going isn't very nice.”

  “No, it's called a ‘surprise’. Maybe you’ve heard of them?”

  I hear her huff in annoyance. “Well, are we almost there?”

  “Kind of.”

  “What? How long till we're there?”

  I glance at the clock. “Hmm, twenty minutes give or take.”

  I pull her hand over to my mouth, and place a kiss on the top. “Stop it. Please, let me do this for you.” I scan her face as it softens.

  “Okay,” she responds, quietly. I place our intertwined hands on my thigh.

  I smile. “Thank you.”

  “So how did you get Taylor to agree to give up her Saturday with me?”

  “It wasn't hard actually. She agreed pretty quickly. She was claiming she needed a break from you, or something along those lines.”

  “Uh-huh,” she murmurs. “Did she ask to see your penis? I told that bitch it's mine.” I cannot contain the laughter that erupts from my mouth. “What?!”

  “She's obsessed with penises.” I see her shoulders shrug in my peripheral vision.

  “So, my penis is yours?” I joke. “I'm pretty sure it's connected to me.”

  “And you're mine. So yeah, it's mine. Like I'm yours.”

  I won't lie, my penis liked hearing that just as much as my heart. “Damn right, you are,” I growl. The sound of her laugh causes my lips to widen.

  The large green metal sign hanging above the overpass reminds me that our exit is next. I shift lanes and Veronica hums next to me, grabbing my attention. Her eyes are narrowed and the tip of her finger tapping her bottom lip. This damn girl.

  “Stop it,” I scold her. “I should've blindfolded you.”

  “Do you want me to close my eyes?” she asks amused.

  “I think I have a shirt somewhere in here, I can pull over and blind you with that,” I tell her while steering the car onto the exit ramp.

  “I have no idea where we are, so I'm clueless.”

  “Good.”

  “Have you been here before?”

  “I have.”

  “With…?” she asks, a slight hesitation in her voice as if she doesn't want to know.

  “Family.”

  I can hear her exhale. I squeeze her hand in reassurance.

  “Are we almost there?”

  “Yep.”

  We drive on the main road for a bit--and I let off the gas--allowing the car to slow down as we approach the wide dri
veway. The massive wooden sign is lit up and the name of the restaurant is prominent in the middle: ‘The Glasbern Inn’. I make the right onto the road. The long driveway is surrounded by trees on both sides until it opens into a clearing, and the large stone inn stands tall behind a fountain set in the middle of a roundabout. Veronica's body is turned, so she can look out her side of the window.

  “So pretty,” she murmurs as we pass the large fountain. I pull up to the front, and two young men quickly approach the car. One’s opening my door and the other’s opening Veronica's. “Good evening, sir.”

  I give him a polite ‘hello’, inform him of our bags and which suite we're booked in, and slip him a tip. Veronica comes to my side, and I place my hand upon her back, gently moving her forward and into the inn. Taylor did me a massive solid by packing a bag without Veronica knowing. The inside of the inn is all stone walls and wooden beams. Straight ahead is a large lobby desk for checking in and to the left of that is a massive staircase that leads up to the second floor. The most impressive part is the large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It's far from your average chandelier; it's enormous and completely made of antlers.

  Bypassing the main lobby, I guide us towards the left where a young girl in uniform stands behind a small stand. I give her my last name, and she smiles wide. “Your table is ready, Mr. Daniels.”

  I nod, and we follow behind her as she leads towards the back of the dim-lit room. Couples are scattered around the dining area. Tables are spaced for privacy with a large candle set in the middle; there are small candles placed on each side. The hostess sets the menu in front of each chair and leaves us with a polite comment to enjoy our meal. Our table is nearby a large lit fireplace with windows on either side. I imagine the view would be scenic but, since it’s later into the evening, we can't see much.

  Veronica leans forward while glancing at the candles. She speaks low, “This is so fancy!” I smile when she looks around the room again. “Fancy schmancy,” she mutters. Her eyes land back on me as she unrolls the utensils and places the white cloth on her lap. “To what is the occasion, Mr. Daniels?” She adds a British accent to her vocals.

  “Ah, Miss Russo,” I respond in a thick, fake accent that causes her eyes to widen with surprise. “A beautiful maiden such as you deserves the fanciest of schmanciest of evenings.”

  She laughs and shakes her head. “That was hot,” she admits, somewhat shyly. “This is seriously amazing, Chase. I'm feeling a bit spoiled.”

  “Good. There's more to come.” I smile at her, then she bites her lip in that way I find incredibly sexy. Unfortunately, our waitress takes that moment to approach our table. After she introduces herself, she takes our drink orders and goes over the menu with precision before leaving us to make our selections. Veronica doesn't wait a beat to dive back into our previous conversation. She leans forward. “More?” she prods.

  “More.”

  She hums softly in thought, and I throw her a wink that I know puts her off-kilter. “No fair.”

  “Don't worry, you'll enjoy it.”

  “And you're so sure of yourself because...”

  “Because it's my job to know you; your likes and dislikes. To fulfill you with your wants and needs and to know your every desire...and fill those too. I'm still learning, and I plan to continue learning for a long time,” I tell her this in complete seriousness. I can tell by her face that I have taken her by surprise. She remains quiet for a while, and I just wait.

  “Wow,” she says low, but I catch it, “I wasn't expecting that. You better be careful or you'll never be able to get rid of me,” she jokes.

  I smile and rub my hands together greedily. “My master plan is working then.” She laughs and shakes her head at me. Our waitress returns, and even though we didn't look over the menu, we both ordered as if we did. Our conversation picks right back up as our waitress leaves us--we laugh and throw playful banter back and forth. I am so happy with Veronica. I feel content to just sit here and talk with her. She makes me laugh and smile with all her quirks. I've known her for so long and never thought that we'd be here together. I wouldn't change it for anything. I want to feel this for as long as I can.

  Soon our plates are placed in front of us. My steak to her seafood platter. She wiggles excitedly in her chair. “This looks so good!” Veronica doesn't waste any time digging into her food. I like that. She's comfortable enough to be herself with me. She moans at her first bite, groans with her second. With every bite--and with every tantalizing sound--my pants become tighter until I'm sporting a tent. Thankfully my lap is covered by the table, and I'm the only one aware of my problem. She notices that I've barely touched my food, “Are you okay? Is your steak alright?” she asks, concerned.

  “It's perfect,” I tell her.

  “This is so good.” She takes another bite.

  “I've gathered,” I smirk.

  “Do you want some?” she asks, covering her mouth.

  “No, I'm okay.”

  She stops chewing, and her face falls into a frown. “What's wrong?” she asks and then, almost instantly, her eyebrows shoot up as if she's come to some kind of understanding. “I'm sorry!” She swallows her food and removes her hand from her mouth, “This is probably so unattractive.”

  I cut her off before she can get the wrong idea and berate herself further, “Uh, no. It's the complete opposite, actually.”

  “Huh?” Her expression is one of deep confusion.

  “First off, nothing you do is unattractive. Second, if you could see over here right now, you'd notice the tent I'm sporting in my pants right now.”

  Her face morphs from embarrassed confusion to a mischievous glint. “Really?” she asks.

  “Yes, really. Keep moaning over your food, and I'll take you upstairs to our room and give you something else to moan about.”

  “You got us a room?” she blurts out.

  “Fuck.” I hiss and then laugh at my own stupid mistake. I glance up at her, “Is that okay?”

  Although she's probably trying not to show it, I can tell she's nervous. That's the last thing I want her to feel because while I want nothing more than to sleep with her, I don't want her to think that's why I did this. Internally, I cringe at that thought as well. I place my hand on top of the table, palm up, and wiggle my fingers to indicate I want her hand in mine. She places her small, soft palm on mine, and I intertwine our fingers. “Veronica, I don't want you to think I did this for any other reason than to spend time with you. We don't have to stay. We don't even have to share the bed. You have me so wrapped around your little finger, and you don't even know it.” I continue, “Well, now you do.”

  She smiles shyly and says, “I want to stay.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nods slightly. “Yes.”

  I squeeze her hand in reassurance, and her smile widens. “So, do I have a bag or am I going to wear this?”

  “I prefer nothing,” I tell her and add, “but unfortunately Taylor agreed to pack you a bag.”

  “She knew?!”

  “You wouldn't be here otherwise.”

  “True.” Her lips pucker.

  It's an hour by the time we finish up our meals--we're in no rush and savoring every bite and every moment together. Here, just us two, there's no stress of the outside world. I wish it could always be like this and I push away the impending news that I'll have to reveal to her.

  Veronica rubs her stomach, and the waitress comes to remove our empty plates. “Any room for dessert?” the woman asks us. My dessert is sitting across from me, so I shake my head while looking at the beautiful girl I adore.

  “No, thank you,” Veronica responds.

  The waitress smiles wide. “Okay, if you change your mind the kitchen is open until eleven. We only serve dinner until ten but you can have your dessert delivered to your room. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

  I thank her before she turns to leave, then look to V. “You ready to check out our room?”

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�Is it fancier than this?” she asks.

  I shrug my shoulders and unfold myself from my chair. I reach my hand out for her to take, and she obliges. We move through the dining room hand in hand. The room has thinned out and there are only, maybe, two couples still dining. I guide us towards the lobby desk to collect the room key and the clerk informs me that all is ready and our bags have been placed in our room. I thank her and move towards the staircase.

  The inn isn’t massive, but it's big enough to provide twenty-five rooms. Five of those are suites, and one of those suites is ours for the night. At the top of the staircase, it splits into three hallways, and according to the plaque on the wall our room is to the right. We follow the numbers but regretfully take a few wrong turns. We joke about getting lost and never making our way home. I honestly wouldn't mind. We reach the end of the hall and the last room--smack dab in the middle--is ours.

  I place the key into the card slot--a soft click of the lock sounds--and the green light allows the door to open. The room is dim, but there’s a source of light coming from a table in the entryway. There’s a door that leads to a bathroom on our right. We move further into the room, and I allow Veronica to go first, and come up behind her. There are candles scattered around the small living room that gives the room just enough light for us to see how beautiful it is.

  Veronica's attention moves to the open door to the left--the bedroom--filled with candles. They cover every surface of the room. I remain behind her as she takes in the view. She’s taking small steps forward until we're both just beyond the threshold. The bed is covered in flower petals and placed in the middle is a tray holding a bucket of ice with a bottle inside. Alcohol? I know. I never claimed to be a saint. We won't be leaving the room for the rest of the night, so there's no harm done.

  I allow her one more second before I move forward and wrap my arms around her waist. She lets out a soft breath while placing her smooth hands on mine. She still hasn't said anything so I break the silence, “What are you thinking?” I whisper, moving my head to rest on her shoulder.