My eyes glanced nervously at the clock on the fireplace for the twentieth time. I had nothing else to do. Jimmy was taking Dot to the restaurant at exactly seven. I'd gotten off work at five, and in a nervous panic, ran home, showered, and got dressed an hour too early. Sitting in Becca's chair, I sipped at the beer that didn't even remotely taste good. Kind of funny how your nerves can spoil the flavor of even your favorite things.
I wasn't lying. I'd have been nervous just taking Dot on a date. When I'd gotten the call from Jimmy to come watch them have dinner together, I'd been kind of sick to my stomach. But then the pervert said something that got to me. "I'll be eating with her, but Bill…this is your date. Trust me."
Trusting him would normally have been my last reaction. Not that he wasn't trustworthy, I'd known the guy for years…but his quirks were a little too quirky. Don't even get me started on his kinks. I'd heard some of the stories from the guys at the fire department. There was just something in his voice when he called. I hoped it wasn't pity, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Dating Dot…had its own set of difficulties. I didn't need Jimmy making it any harder.
I set the beer down on the table beside Becca's chair and tilted my head back, trying to breathe in anything of her, her scent…or even just a feeling. I would have given my life to hold her once again, but she'd been gone for over two years. I knew she would want me to move on, it was just hard. Picking up her picture, I set it in my lap, letting my finger trace the curve of her face, touching her face always calmed my frayed nerves.
"You'd like her, Becca. I'm sorry you didn't get to meet her. She's everything we need and more. I think we're going to be all right. She's even taking care of your brother."
The tears slid down my cheeks before I knew they were coming. "I miss you. Still. Every damn day."
I could almost see the worry in her eyes, and the disappointment. Not from finally moving on, but the close calls I'd had in the past two years. Five times I'd come close to taking my own life just to hold the woman who had been taken from me too soon. Now, the thought of it made me sick. I was a coward, but mostly I thought I was hopeless and lost without her. If she were still alive, she would have kicked my ass.
I still couldn’t clean my gun. Once I'd had the taste of gun oil in my mouth, known how close I'd come, just the smell of it made me shake uncontrollably. The guys on the force just thought I didn't like guns, that I was afraid to draw. That I gave the bad guys too many chances. The truth was, there was always the nagging doubt that I might turn it around on myself in a moment of weakness. If I could do my job without one…I would.
Then Dot walked into my life. Sure, she drove me fucking nuts, but any woman worth spending time with shouldn't be perfect. They should be perfect for you. And she was. In spades. She drove me crazy, we fought, she drank too much, and she was ten times sexier than any woman should be, but fuck if I wasn't having the time of my life. Sometimes I wanted her to piss me off just to feel alive again. I loved her, I needed her, I was addicted to her, and I couldn't live with out her. But I felt horrible because part of my heart had gone to the grave with my wife. It was the half that wanted a house, love, a family…
Dot was Dot. She was mine, I was hers, but I'd never be the only man in her life. I couldn't be. I wasn't whole. She needed way more than I could ever give her alone, and I was good with that. For the first time in a long time, as I sat there in Becca's chair, I smiled instead of cried.
I could almost feel Becca's sweet kiss on my forehead.
I checked the time once more. If I drove slowly, I'd get there on time. Not too early, not too late. Making sure I had my keys, I headed for Lambresco's.
The great thing about driving a police car was watching the shady people scramble as I drove past. Way to look innocent, asshole. The bad thing is having to wave and smile at the not so shady people as they go out of their way to show you that they're not shady. It was a vicious, never ending cycle.
The clock on the Jeep's radio changed to seven just as I pulled into the parking lot. I lucked out and found a spot not too far from the door, either. My palms were so sweaty my hand slipped on the steering wheel as I turned into the spot. I hoped I didn't soak my shirt as my nerves turned on the faucets of my sweat glands. Nobody wanted a sweaty date, even if they're weren't sitting at the same table as you.
"If it's too much, I can always leave." I cocked an eyebrow at myself in the rearview mirror.
With one last sigh, I opened the door and headed inside, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting.
"Buonasera, Chief."
I blinked at the older Italian lady who greeted me at the door. She was holding a menu and seemed to be waiting for me. Knowing Jimmy, she probably was. I'd eaten there a few times, and I'd seen her before, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember her name.
"Hey. How you doing?"
"Good! Good to see you again. Follow me, I have your table all ready."
I'm sure you do.
She headed toward the back of the restaurant and as soon as we got to the aisle of booths, I saw her. My heart stopped beating, climbed its way out of my chest, and lodged in my throat. I swallowed, not to force it down, but to take a moment to get used to seeing her beautiful face again. She really was. Sexy. Beautiful. Funny. Oh, my goddess she was funny. When she wasn't driving me insane, or driving me insane with desire, she made my sides hurt from laughing and my face hurt from smiling.
But it was the look on her face that made me feel a thousand times better about agreeing to watching them have dinner. She was more afraid than I was. I could see it on her face in an instant. I felt selfish for worrying. It wasn't me who was stepping way out of her comfort zone, it was her. I smiled at her and nodded at Jimmy sitting next to her as the hostess herded me into my seat, directly across and diagonal from them. It was the best seat in the house with the most beautiful of views.
"May I get you something to drink?"
"I think I'll have wine," I told her. The taste of the beer earlier still felt wrong, somehow.
"Be right back," she said and walked over to their table to take their order, interrupting their discussion. They ordered spaghetti and some chicken dish I'd never heard of and the waitress winked at me as she walked by. I looked up just in time to see Jimmy lean over and take Dot's ear between his lips. She almost shot out of the booth like a rocket. I knew she was on edge, I just hadn't known how much.
Then he whispered something into it. She said something about squid, but looked a little more relaxed. Safer even. Whatever he told her, I saw the tension drain from her as she looked at him adoringly. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be Jimmy. Just to have her look at me like that.
I gazed at the menu, not really knowing what to order, and having trouble keeping my eyes on the menu anyway. Dot rubbed her face on Jimmy's shoulder and took a sip of her wine as he absentmindedly rubbed her leg. How he could be touching her and focusing on anything else was beyond me. She felt like fire, tasted like wine, and smelled like sunshine.
They conversed and I tried not to look like I was straining to hear every word, but then I was distracted when the hand he had been running over her leg slid up her dress and exposed her to me. Thankfully I hadn't been holding my glass, or I would have spilled everywhere.
I couldn't see her most intimate of areas because her legs were closed, but just seeing her there, in a dress up to her waist, was enough to make me harden. I reached down and adjusted my pants, giving myself a little room to grow.
I swear to the goddess she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. I don’t think my eyes left her while they talked, giggled, and did date type things that had nothing to do with me. For the moment, she was his. They were the show and I was just the audience. I wasn't jealous of him, but I would have traded places with him in an instant. Time spent with Dot was time worth living. I found myself smiling at them. They really were a cute couple and you could tell Jimmy was just as infatuated with her as I was. He hung on her every w
ord.
Suddenly she flipped her dress down and the waitress brought them their soup and salad and came by to take my order. I mumbled the first thing I remembered from the menu and she was off. I could have ordered cow testicles drowned in Ragu for all I knew or cared. Hopefully I managed to pick something edible. But it really didn't matter. Especially when Jimmy set his spoon down and slid his hand over her leg. Then the ambidextrous son of a bitch started eating with his left hand and kept playing with his right. I was in awe. I would have flung soup on my face and everybody else three booths back.
His finger slipped between her thighs and I nearly knocked over my wine. I could tell he was playing with her tuft of hair and she let him, without saying a word. Then he parted her legs. Not just a little, he pulled her leg over his and her other opened on its own. I couldn't help myself. I no longer needed dinner, I was feasting on her with my eyes. It was one of the most glorious sights I'd ever seen.
I jumped when the waitress set my salad down in front of me. I wanted to cry. Dot had shut her legs, but as soon as the waitress delivered the food and left, she parted them again, glancing at me nervously as she did. It wasn't Jimmy putting on a show for me, it was Dot. She was enjoying it almost as much as me. I kept looking up at her eyes as she ate, making eye contact with her, trying to show her with my eyes how beautiful she was, and then back down to her exposed pussy. I wanted to throw my salad on the floor and crawl over to her and taste her. My cock had gone from stiff to rigid and it was straining against my pants. Of course, Jimmy pointed it out to her, they were both staring under my table for a change.
Let them. At least I'm covered. I can see all of her.
Dot suddenly slammed her legs together and sat up a little straighter. The waitress swished past me and delivered their food. She picked up some of their dirty dishes and winked as she passed me again. I chuckled nervously and stopped cold as Dot opened her legs again. She even hiked her dress up a little. I could see the soft flesh just above her hair. It was unfair to me that her pubic hair was just as fiery as the hair on her head. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. I wanted to run my fingers through it.
Who am I kidding? I want to rub my face against it.
They started eating and Dot just sat there exposing herself to me as she daintily ate little slivers of her food. Jimmy continued eating with his left hand and slid his other hand down over her mound, cutting off my view, but giving me another show. He caressed her lips, sliding around and through them. I could almost hear her squish as he pressed his fingers together. She was wet enough for me to see it and knowing how turned on she was made it even hotter. He slowly began to rub her, massaging that wetness into her as he ate and pretended nothing was going on.
I couldn't stop myself. Even if I wanted to. My hand had a mind of its own and it slipped under the table and over my cock. It had been years since anyone had watched me masturbate, and there I was, doing it in the middle of the restaurant, Dot wasn't even trying to pretend she wasn't watching. Some Chief of Police I was. Exposing myself was a misdemeanor. Stroking my cock in a restaurant was right on the verge of a felony…
Jimmy said something to her, and she kissed him as he rubbed her pussy. A moment later, her eyes were back on me as her breathing became a series of ragged gasps. Jimmy slipped a finger inside her and she came. I almost spurted in my pants watching her try to not scream someone's name as her body tightened and convulsed while she held a forkful of food in her hand.
He said something again, and she straightened, eating the bite she'd been holding while he continued to gently caress her sodden lips.
Dot had closed her eyes and the waitress set a plate of food down in front of me. I'd ordered some sort of pasta, apparently. Dot was lost in pleasure and I wanted to signal her. I just prayed the waitress hadn't noticed.
"She is beautiful, no?"
So much for my prayers. "Absolutely gorgeous."
"Mister Jimmy told me to tell you to wait for dessert…" She chuckled and left me sitting there, raging hardon still in my hand. Thank the goddess I hadn't pulled it out of my pants.
Dot opened her eyes just as the waitress left again. I saw the panic when she'd realized what happened, but Jimmy said something to her, and she shrugged. Calmed for now.
She'd finished her meal and pushed her plate away. I was absentmindedly chewing mine, still watching. Dot closed her legs when the waitress came back with another round of drinks and a simple plate of strawberries.
Oh, fuck. He's gonna go nine-and-a-half weeks on her.
Dot knew. She said something to him and then spread her legs as the waitress left us alone, hopefully for the last time. Dot reached down, finished off her one glass of wine, and then downed the second without spilling a drop. I chuckled. She knew she needed liquid courage.
I was half-hoping to watch him run the strawberries through her wetness, but he teased her mouth with them. When she tried to bite one, he would pull it away. Finally, he let her taste their sweetness as he reached down with his free hand and let his fingers slide through her. She was being pleasured from both ends at once and it was driving her nuts.
I watched, mesmerized, as they played their game with the strawberries. She was close to coming again. His fingers glided over her soft wet flesh and she quivered with every stroke and every bite, the taste of the strawberries and the pleasure from her pussy. She'd never be able to think about strawberries again without feeling the tingle, which is what I was sure Jimmy had planned from the start.
Finally, they were down to one and I knew dessert was coming to an end. He reached out and plucked it from the plate, slipping it under the table instead of bringing it to her mouth. I watched in rapt fascination as the tip glided through her wet folds. He set it on the plate, leaned over and whispered something to her.
She stood and quivered as she did, almost falling over. She closed the distance between us and set the plate down in front of me. "Dessert," she managed to say, and slowly walked back to her table and sat down next to Jimmy, her face buried in her hands.
I frantically grabbed the strawberry, wanting to stuff it in my mouth. Her sweet smell touched my nose before the scent of the strawberry, and I didn't know which was sweeter. Closing my eyes, I took a bite with one hand as I stroked myself.
Jimmy said something to Dot and she spread her legs as far as she could, going so far as to put one of them up on the seat beside her. I stopped chewing as Jimmy reached down and pulled her dress up around her stomach. I wanted to lick every inch of her that had become exposed. He made no pretense of teasing her or touching her. He went for the kill. As his hand glided over her open pussy, he plunged his middle finger inside and finger fucked her to an orgasm in the middle of the room. Her eyes met mine as she thrashed until he slid a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she came.
I was at my peak. Letting go of my cock before I made a mess in my pants, I rushed to the men's room. I had my cock out before my ass touched the sink, not even bothering to hide what I was doing if someone walked in. I'd never been so desperate to come in my life.
And then Dot walked through the door.
She avoided eye contact, only looking at my cock with a hungry look on her face. This was part of the game. I was the audience, and she was the show. Without a word, she knelt in front of me and slowly sucked me into her mouth. Warm, wet, inviting. It was heaven and it was hell. The pleasure was intense, but I wanted to throw her up on the sink and slide myself inside the pussy I'd been staring at hungrily for the last hour.
Next time.
She worked me in her mouth with gliding motions of her hand. I felt my tip rubbing against the back of her throat as she tried to take as much of me as she could into her mouth and felt the familiar tingle and throbbing in my balls. I was going to erupt soon. I groaned from deep in my chest and let it out, hopefully not too loudly, as the first spasm overtook me. I tapped her to give her fair warning, but she knew. She could feel me throbbing as it traveled up
my shaft and the first shot emptied in her mouth.
She groaned as I erupted, and I fought not to cry out. I was panting, sweaty, exhausted, and still hard as she stood, tucked me back into my pants, and left me alone in the men's room, wondering what the hell had just happened and how I was still standing.
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A late comer to the writing game, Jacquelyn had always been a fan of romance novels and lately become addicted to the reverse harem category. I mean seriously, who wouldn't? Sitting alone one night she flipped open her laptop and said, "I'm going to give this a whirl." And thus, the Lovin' the Coven series was given life. She has designs on other series as well, but only time shall tell.
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Other Works
Lovin' the Coven Series
(Reverse Harem- 7 book series)
First Moon
Second Blood
Third Charm
Fourth Rite
Fifth Essence
Sixth Sense
Seventh Seal
The Fox and the Hounds
Second Blood: A Reverse Harem Tale (Lovin' the Coven Book 2) Page 20