“Yeah, bro. I’m not passing up The Diner food even if I was shot in the ass and bleeding all over the place." Nolan answers. I shake my head, something’s never change, and I love all of them for it.
The Diner is a small little mom and pop restaurant that sits on M20 between the race track and our houses. The outside looks rundown and old, with peeling green paint. The inside is scrubbed clean with new vinyl red booths lining the walls, round and square tables filling up the middle and a long marble counter with swivel stools near the kitchen. They serve any meal at any time and the cooks are phenomenal.
Izzy and I used to come here almost every weekend after a big race, when we were kids, with our dads. We used to sit at the corner booth, listening to our dad’s talk about their race, what went wrong and how to fix it.
My mom would sometimes join us, but most of the time it would be us kids and our dads. While they were talking about the race, Izzy and I would be sitting next to each other talking about our futures in racing and what kind of cars we would drive.
As we got older, it was about the friends we had or any problems in school. Once we reached high school, The Diner stops were few and far in between. I was too wrapped up in getting action and drowning my issues with beer, then to come here and have her sit next to me, so close but not mine to have or to touch. The last time we were here was the first and only night we spent together.
Chapter 23
Xavier-5 years and two weeks Earlier
It’s been almost two weeks since Izzy gave me a chance and the only thing on my mind is getting this blonde hair beauty home. Her parents are out of town for the weekend and I have the night all planned out.
We have spent almost every waking minute together, I’ve shown her how much I’m committed to us being together. She’s been sending me hints all night long, the way she would shiver under my touch or her green eyes would hold mine, hooded with lust. There is no going back from tonight. Tonight, I am going to make her mine forever.
Dinner was hours ago and we’re both hungry again. I didn’t want the date to end just yet, so here we are, cuddled together in our corner booth at The Diner. Our waitress, who is one of the owners, took our orders a few minutes ago. There is a country song playing throughout the diner speakers. It’s the song ‘I don’t want this night to end’ by Luke Bryan. Luke’s lyrics are spot on for me tonight. I don’t want this night to end.
Izzy’s long legs are tucked underneath her, her body up against mine. I have my arm around her shoulders, holding her against me, close to my rapidly beating heart. her head is resting on my shoulder, her blonde hair in a messy bun on top, tickling my nose. I lean in and inhale her vanilla scent, kissing her on her head.
She shudders again and looks up at me, hey dark lashes fanning across her cheeks.
“Hey, X.” she says licking her lips. My cock grows hard, my heart thumping hard in my chest when she says my name that way.
I’m hoping she doesn’t realize how nervous I really am. I’ve been with plenty of woman, but being here with her is making my throat go dry and my hands sweaty. I wipe them on my jeans and take a drink of water.
“Hey, B.” I respond back. My voice husky, sending another shiver down her body.
“I’ve had a really good time tonight. Thank you for taking me,” She says, giving a bright smile.
I smile back at her, my dimple showing. “I did too. It’ nice to be able to go out and do something besides racing. Besides it’s your birthday and I wanted to give you a night to remember.”
Earlier, I took her to her favorite Italian restaurant inside of the Casino. It’s a five star restaurant that reminds me of Chef Ramsey’s restaurant from Hell’s Kitchen. Izzy is a big Chef Ramsey fan and for her eighteenth birthday, I thought I’d treat her to dinner, gambling, and dancing.
We didn’t have much luck gambling and we danced in the club at the Casino for the rest of the night. Her tight little body moving against mine, made my mind race and my cock constantly hard. Izzy’s tight jeans and yellow tank top were sticking to her skin with sweat as she would swing her hips and grind her ass against my crotch. I would hold her back against my front and she would bring her hands up behind her head and grab my hair.
Exposing her neck to me as we danced, I kissed and licked it, tasting the salt from her sweat. Her tits were pushed out, begging for attention as her hips swayed back and forth. There was a lot of steamy kisses we shared all night long, to the point where I wanted to find a dark corner and fuck her until she screamed my name, but I held off, wanting this to be perfect for her. Dancing with Izzy is one of my favorite things to do now and I will have to remember to take her dancing all the time.
Our waitress brings out our food and sets our plates down in front of us, snapping me out of my memory. Izzy has two eggs over easy with white toast and bacon. The only thing she ever orders from here.
I have a farmer’s omelet with cheese and white toast. Izzy sits up a little to eat, but doesn’t want to break contact with me. I keep my left arm around her shoulders while we eat quietly, her right hand on my thigh caressing it under the table.
She eats with her left hand, so she can keep teasing me under the table. As we finish eating, her right hand is still drawing little circles on my thigh under the table, inching closer and closer to my cock. I’ve had to stop several times and take a deep breath to keep it under control and not cream my jeans, like a middle schooler who just hit puberty.
The waitress brings us our check. “It’s good to see you two finally together. I’ve missed you coming in here with your dad’s every Friday night after a race when you were kids.” She says as she leaves our check and walks away.
I kiss Izzy on the lips. “I’m going to pay for this, I’ll be right back." She nods her head, her green eyes hooded with desire.
I walk to the register, taking deep breaths and pep talking myself to keep it under control. I pay for our food and we drive back to her house.
All the lights are off inside as we make our way into the foyer. I take my shoes off and we go up to her room. Izzy closes and locks the door. I sit on her bed, watching her approach me with sparkling green eyes. She stops at her dresser first and turns on some music. Our song “Keeper of the Stars,” plays on her phone as she hooks it up to her speakers.
She slowly approaches me and stands between my legs. I wipe the sweat from my hands on my jeans again then I grab her waist pulling her closer to me. I inhale her vanilla scent, closing my eyes to store this memory in my mind.
Izzy bends over slightly as I open my eyes, bringing her lips a breath away. “I’m nervous X,” she whispers against my lips. Her green eyes are full of lust as I study them.
“So am I.” I confess. It’s true, no one has ever made me feel like Izzy does.
I stand up pulling her body close to mine, swaying to the music filling her room. I tug her head back slightly, staring into her eyes.
I lean in and kiss her hard, leaving her breathless. Izzy pulls my black shirt over my head and unbuttons my jeans with trembling hands. Before she pulls down my zipper, I stop her.
“Not just yet, B.” I tell her.
Knowing Izzy has never done this before, I want to make it special for her. We’ve messed around every night I’d sneak into her room these last two weeks, but we’ve never gone this far.
I remove Izzy’s tank top, exposing her purple lacy bra. I kiss each breast through her bra and she releases a moan as her hands tug at my black hair, pulling me closer to her.
I pull my face away from her lacy covered breasts and unbutton her jeans. I slide them down her long legs, never taking my eyes from her as I go.
Izzy helps me pull them off showing me her matching panties underneath. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her perfect body. I kiss my way up one tanned, toned leg while my hands caressing the other until my face is right at the V between her legs.
I breath in her intoxicating scent and run my tongue against her lace covered puss
y. Izzy lets out a moan of approval. My heart is racing so hard, it feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest.
I slide her panties down her legs and spread her feet apart. Kneeling in front of her, I lick and suck her clit, running my fingers down her shaved lips, gently. Izzy gasps out a groan as my finger enters her.
I continue assaulting Izzy’s clit with my tongue, moving my finger in and out of her until she is writhing above me, pulling my hair, and moving her hips. I remove my finger and use my tongue, her flavor bursting in my mouth.
“Oh shit, Xavier. I’m coming." Izzy shouts, breathlessly. I insert my finger again and her walls tightening around my digit.
I pump my finger in and out faster, sucking and licking her clit at the same time. I insert another one, making a growling noise which vibrates against her and she falls over the edge, panting hard. I kiss my way up her body, Izzy’s flavor lingering on my tongue. I remove her bra and settle her on the bed. I stand next her watching as she comes back down.
She finally has her breathing under control as she looks at me with a smile on her face, her hair fanning out on her pillow. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever saw. I unzip and remove my jeans and boxers, standing next to her just as naked as she is.
“Are you sure.” I ask her.
“Yes.” she says. There is no hesitation in her voice.
Her eyes taking in my body, my hard cock ready for attention. I grab a condom from my jeans and put it on. I crawl my way up her body, kissing it as I go.
I reach Izzy’s lips, setting my hips between her legs. She is moving her wet heat against my cock and I take a deep breath, trying to control myself. I lean in and kiss her passionately, her taste still in my mouth.
Izzy lets out a moan of approval and it turns me on even more. I break the kiss and grab my hard cock. I run it up and down her slick wet folds watching her squirm underneath me. I drag my eyes up her body to hers, full of love and lust.
“Yes X, I’m more than ready.” Izzy says.
“I’ll go slow, so I don’t hurt you.”
She nods her head and licks her lips. Izzy’s hips come up off the bed, legs spread wide. I slowly enter her. Her tight, wet walls, wrapping around my cock. I stop part way in, letting her adjust to my size and pull out a little. I watch her body for signs of discomfort. She doesn’t give my any, just a groan from the back of her throat and it takes all my willpower not to surge in and start pumping away. I push back in a little further, continuing to pull out and push back in until I’m fully inside of her.
“Fuck B. You’re so tight. You feel so good.” I whisper in her ear. She whimpers and moves her hips in time with mine.
“Keep going Xavier, don’t stop.” she pants, digging her nails into my back.
I pull part way out and push back in again causing a groan to escape my lips. I kiss her as I move my cock in and out of her pussy, a million sensations thrumming through my body. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, Tingle rip through my spine.
“Fuck B, I’m close, so close.” I whisper against her lips.
“So am I Xavier, harder please.” she begs.
Her hips move frantically, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. I thrust in and out of her, harder and faster like she asked. Whimpers and moans come from her throat as I kiss her neck, making my way back to her mouth. I plunge my tongue inside, mimicking the motions of my cock inside her pussy.
“Fuck, Xavier." Izzy screams out, breaking our kiss. Her body arches under me and her walls squeeze around my cock causing me to lose control. I pump harder and faster into her, our bodies rushing toward the finish line.
“Izabella, I’m coming." I moan against her bare skin, breathlessly.
Fire burns through my veins, working its way from my toes to my back and into my dick. I kiss her as I come so hard black spots cloud my vision. Panting against her mouth, our breaths tangle together, she stops moving her hips and shudders against me, tightening her pussy around my cock causing me to let out a groan.
As my vision comes back, I pull out of her heat. I immediately miss the contact, her warm wet heat wrapped around me tightly. I take care of the condom and lay next to Izzy, pulling her naked body against mine, she’s already asleep.
“I love you, Izabella Jones with my whole heart.” I whisper and fall asleep with her wrapped around me.
Chapter 24
Xavier-present day
“Xavier, you with us?" Izzy asks, snapping me out of my memory.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Yes, I’m here,” I answer. My face burns with embarrassment. Izzy give me a knowing smile.
“Did you hear what Nolan said?" She asks me. Izzy knows damn well I didn’t but loves teasing me.
We’re all sitting at a round table, laughing and relaxing after a long night. There are only a few other patrons here, sitting at booths scattered around the restaurant eating and going about their business.
“Nope.” I say popping the p at the end. Izzy breaks out into a fit of giggle.
“I didn’t think so.” she says, after she composes herself. I pull her chair closer to mine and wrap my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me letting out a satisfied groan. I look at Nolan. “What did you say?"
Nolan barks out a laugh, “Bro, you’ve got to stop fantasizing. You know that shit is unhealthy right?”
I throw a balled up napkin at his head, but he ducks at the last second laughing. I flip him off with a smile.
Nolan composes himself. “I said it’s nice to have us all back together again. Like the old days.” His seriousness is shocking to me. Ever since Izzy’s life has been in danger a new side of him is showing, a dangerous side I’ve never seen before and I’m grateful for having him by my side. I nod my head in agreement.
“Yeah it is.”
Mia and Christian are whispering to each other, ignoring the rest of us. I try to listen in, but their voices are too low. Mia looks pissed for some reason.
“Mia.” I hiss, getting her attention.
She turns her glare to me. “What?" She barks out.
I raise my eyebrow at her. “Everything OK?"
“Yes, just annoyed. You know how I get when I’m Hangorny.” Mia huffs out. Izzy bursts out laughing, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“What the fuck is Hangorny?" Nolan asks Mia, confusion all over his face.
Mia takes a frustrated breath. “Hangorny is when you’re hungry, angry and horny all at once.”
We all start laughing at her just as our waitress, who is the owner, comes up to take our order. She looks at Mia and rests a hand on her shoulder. “Oh hunny, don’t get me started on that." She points to Christian who has his arm around Mia’s chair, “Son, you better get on that. When a woman is Hangorny, there is no telling what she will do. She might stab you with that fork and then lick you afterwards."
Mia sighs dramatically and I brace myself for her crazy shit she’s about to explode on us. “It’s about fucking time someone gets it! That’s what I have been trying to tell you, but no, you keep making me wait. I don’t like to wait, I have no patience." She says throwing her hands up in the air. Christian is trying not to laugh.
“Can we discuss this later?" He asks.
“No, we can’t fucking discuss.” She makes air quotes. “This later. We can talk about this now. I know Nolan isn’t gettin’ any,” Mia points her finger at Nolan like we don’t know who he is.
Nolan throws the balled up napkin at Mia, I threw at him, hitting her in the side of the head.
“Hey, don’t fucking bring me into this, I’m gettin’ plenty, fuck you very much.” Nolan grunts.
Mia rolls her eyes at him. “No, you’re not.” She states. “Izzy and Xavier have been all over each other for weeks now, which I’m happy for, cause it’s about damn time they both pulled their heads out of the asses. But you and me.” She points between the two of them. “Nope, fucking nothing." Mia turns her crazy glare on Christian. “Ever since that night we met, and Izzy raced like he
r ass was on fire, all I get is kisses here and there. Maybe some groping. Don’t you know that it isn’t nice to make someone wait?"
Izzy holds up her hand, there’s a glint in her eyes. “Wait, wait, wait. Back up a minute." She looks at Nolan and I groan, knowing where she’s going with this.
“Nolan, are you gay?" She asks him with a serious face, “I mean if you are that’s great."
Nolan’s face turns red. “What?! I’m not gay. Far from it. I love tits and pussy, fuck you very much."
“Then why haven’t you gotten any in a while?" Izzy asks him. She is still looking at him seriously, if I didn’t know her as well as I do, I wouldn’t know she is rattling him. Nolan takes a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Honestly?" He asks.
Mia and Izzy both nod their heads and say yes at the same time. It’s really scary how they’re so in sync with each other.
“Well, since this fucker.” Nolan points to me. “Started getting serious with you,” Nolan points his finger at Izzy. “None of the ladies are looking for a hook up. They all want me to put a ring on it, before I put my dick in it.” Nolan says, shuddering at the thought.
Izzy still serious says. “So, what you’re saying is,” She pauses for a dramatic effect. Then she breaks out singing Beyoncé’s, ‘Single Ladies’ song. Mia joins her, and they sing off key laughing as they belt the famous singer’s lyrics.
Nolan flips them off and turns his attention to the owner. “I’m sorry for my rude friends here." He glares at Mia and Izzy still singing away. “I’ll have the farmer's’ omelet, white toast and extra bacon, please."
The waitress takes the rest of our orders and puts a hand on Nolan’s shoulder. “Hun, maybe it’s time to find someone to put a ring on it.” She laughs and Nolan shudders.
“Nope, no way. Not for me nuh-uh." Nolan says dramatically.
Our waitress walks away to put in our order. Nolan is still shaking his head and he glares at Izzy. “I can’t believe you thought I was gay." He screeches, his voice jumping a few octaves higher.
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