A Haught Date

by Leela Lou Dahlin

  “I said a novel situation. You changed it to novelty. Do you remember you asked me to tell you the next time you were in a huff?” Camden’s smile was teasing and even as she was getting irritated his playfulness calmed her down.

  “First, I’m a novelty and now I’m in a huff.”

  “You are certainly in huff mode. Maybe you’d like a kiss,” he said as he turned around and leaned against the back table. “I think tasting your lips would be a great thing, but would it dispel current huff? Would that make you happy?”

  She was breathless just listening to his soft, sexy, teasing words. “You’d be surprised at what makes me happy these days.” She pulled him down for a kiss, and she didn’t even care that there were people around.

  “Alright guys break it up,” Alec said not sounding as gruff as he usually did. He wasn’t ever overly friendly or even regularly friendly. He didn’t seem to have any feelings one way or another about anything, except maybe True.

  “Just giving my girlfriend a kiss,” Camden said staring down into her eyes. She had to give him a smirk and a playful push since he was teasing her.

  “How about both of you go cool off. I wasn’t able to do inventory for the last week and since we’ve got a bit of help here so do you think you two could do that for me?” Alec was a man of few words. He said what he needed to say, looked at them both for nods of confirmation, and walked away.

  “Let me tell the new bartender he’s out here with Alec and let’s go,” Camden walked down to the other side of the bar and Gemmi was stopped by the look of anger in Rosalyn’s face. She really shouldn’t be happy that Rosalyn looked so miserable…she shouldn’t, but she was. She wasn’t going to waste one moment thinking about why she shouldn’t be.

  “Alright, Gems, let’s go,” he said as he walked up to Gemmi and placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her to the storage area in the basement.

  It was a nicer area than she would have thought for the old building. He went to the cabinet to get the inventory papers and Gemmi had an idea. She’d been growing in confidence and he’d been encouraging her. She stood behind him and he turned looking like he was going to offer her one of the tablets he had in his hand.

  “What are you up to?” he asked with his left eyebrow quirked up. She never did have a good poker face or maybe it was because she was slowly stalking him, but he seemed to know she was up to something. Both of his eyebrows shot up for a second and then narrowed. She stopped when she was almost touching him.

  “That’s the wrong question.” She loved feeling like she could try new things, but the slight frown on his forehead made her rethink what she was doing. She bit her lip as he looked at her face for an eternity it seemed, but was probably only a few seconds.

  “Where do you want me?” he countered.

  “Against the wall.” Her voice wasn’t as shaky as it should have been, but she was encouraged she sounded confident.

  “That was the right question?” He backed toward the wall looking amused by her antics and she was happy he was willing to play with her in the lead.

  “Yes, it was. Now back against the wall, and hands…umm, at your side.” She watched as he did exactly what she said, and then got caught up in his physical beauty.

  “So here I am, Gemmi.”

  She walked over to him leaning against the wall with his Haught Spot polo on and fitted, faded-just-right jeans. She may never get this much freedom. In this moment the confidence poured through her, and she was just happy to be her. She lifted the hem of his shirt, and he took it off at her urging. She leaned forward and kissed his collarbone while looking up into those gray eyes with pupils growing blacker by the minute. She liked looking at him, but she wanted more. She kissed down his chest until she got to the flat brown disk, bit his small nipple, and then licked at the offended spot. The moan that accompanied that taste of his skin was more than she could have dreamed she’d receive and she risked even more.

  Sliding down to the floor, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them to his knees. She looked up to see him nod his head, and that was all she needed. Tracing the form of his hard cock though his white boxer briefs she concentrated on the tip while she moistened the fabric. She had the thought of getting him to ask for something. Anything. He was always in control and around him she was always out of it.

  Bringing her hand up to stroke his shaft while her mouth still worked on the sensitive head through his shorts. He watched her through eyes that seemed to see through her, but she wanted him to ask. “Ask me to take your cock out,” she whispered, hoping he would comply and he did—in a way—by sliding his shorts down to meet his jeans.

  “That is a good way to get out of asking,” she said, but she’d always loved granting this particular gift, so she didn’t want to waste it being upset she didn’t get what she wanted.

  “Was that your goal?” he said and was trying to control his breathing so it sounded even. Thank goodness he was failing miserably, or she would have thought she was losing her touch.

  With his beautiful dick in her hands she felt less like talking and more like tasting. His cock had one pearled drop at its tip and Gemmi stuck out her tongue to taste the flavor of this fascinating man who had stormed into her life and brought her so much joy. He watched her every move and she was excited by the small movement of his hips as his body recognized it was going to be fulfilled and rallied behind the idea.

  “Not my goal, but it would have been nice…you asking me for something for a change.” She didn’t want to hear his reply, because she thought it may be the beginning of an argument and that wasn’t her plan. She started at his scrotum and took each sac in turn into her mouth rolling and lightly sucking the sensitive flesh. She licked up the underside of his cock, and the expulsion of breath filled her with excitement. Taking the head of his cock between her lips and pressing the large bulbous head against the roof of her mouth, she was delighted by the pump of his hips as he put his hands in her hair. Progress.

  She worked his shaft, fondled his balls and took him as deep as she could. And was given a few grunts and his head thrown back for her efforts. “Where do you want it, Gemmi?”

  While that was a question. It wasn’t what she wanted him to ask. She wanted him to ask something of her. She didn’t have an answer for him. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her bringing him further into her mouth. She could feel the flavor building and becoming saltier with each downward stroke she made. When she looked up all she could see was the pleasure on his face. His pupils blown wide, his mouth slack and breathing erratic. The expression on his face made her giddy. He cradled her head, but only touched her softly attempting to move her head back a bit as she rammed forward, and he sunk a bit farther into her throat. Spurt upon spurt of his essence filled her mouth as she rapidly swallowed the evidence of this incident. She waited until the throbs of his cock subsided and he was too tender for more licks and kisses to clean him up.

  He leaned against the wall for actual support, unlike the casual stance he had prior to this encounter. She stood up and he pulled up his pants and straightened up.

  “That was great, Gemmi, thank you,” he said as he pulled her into a hug. His smell was intoxicating, and she breathed in his scent like she was starved for it.

  “Believe me, it was my pleasure.”

  He started to help her out of her shirt, but she pulled it away. “We probably should get back upstairs.”

  “We’re down here doing inventory, they know that takes a while,” he murmured, pulling her back into his arms, kissing her ear, and the hot spot below it.

  “Gemmi…Camden, come help up top,” True’s voice came from the other side of the door.

  “We’ll be right up, True,” Camden said in the direction of the door and then turned back to Gemmi, “So what was this about? You came down here and turned wild cat and before we were interrupted it felt like you were putting on the breaks.” He pulled away from her and looked into her face.

 
“I just wanted to give you another memory here at the bar. I’m sure you do stuff like this all the time,” she said, wanting that to be the end of it. She looked away from him not wanting him to think anything else was going on.

  “This is my only memory of sex in this building. I don’t play here, not that I didn’t love this experience with you.” He looked at her as he put on his shirt and she was happy she had such great peripheral vision, or she’d have missed the spectacular sight Camden and his beautiful body were providing. “What else is going on? I feel like I’m missing something.”

  “Do you know that you always make me fly apart? When you touch me, I can barely remember where we are, and what’s going on, but I look up at you and you are in control. Always in control. Why is that?” She watched him and wondered what was going on behind the face that had now become a mask of casual pleasantness, and not the passionate look of a lover.

  “Someone’s got to be in control,” he said, walking over put up the supplies to do the inventory.

  “Maybe you could lose control for once,” she said to his back and wished she could see his face. He was at a dead halt...she didn’t even know if he were breathing. She should have waited to voice her concerns. No, that was her body that was talking not her mind. Somehow, when Camden came around, her body ran the show and left her thinking mind in the background. She walked over to him and stood so she was staring at his face and he just stared at her.

  “I take it that’s not an option?”

  “There are always options,” he said, but she felt now he was the one saying something between the lines that she wasn’t picking up.

  “What’s wrong, Camden?” she said to his profile. He gave her a category one, level one smile…total misery.

  “Nothing. Let’s see where we’re needed upstairs.”

  They’d not been in the basement for twenty minutes and she could already feel him slipping away. She’d been trying to create something special between them, but what she’d put between them was a wedge, Great job, Gemmi.

  Chapter 10

  It was finally here. They were on their way to the Annual Brooks Family Reunion. She’d always hated planes, especially the take-off and the landing. At least they’d have privacy as they were sitting in the very last seats. She hoped they were right next to the black box. That thing always made it through the accident in one piece, maybe she could grab on to it. Things were a bit strained since she asked him about losing control occasionally, but they seemed to be good if that subject didn’t come up.

  He wasn’t as open. It was like asking him to ‘open up’ closed him even more. Today he seemed more like himself. She wondered if that was because this make-believe relationship was ending. She’d already moved her things back into her own place, and after the reunion she’d be a free agent…but more than that—he would.

  “Don’t you like to fly?” Camden sat relaxed, seat tilted back, head on the head rest and his hands crossed over his chest. Of course, Camden was a pro at this just like with everything else. He took it in stride and kept moving.

  “Not really. It makes me nervous,” she said, watching him roll his head toward her. He did that narrow eye thing he always did when he was trying to figure something out. It made him look all inquisitive and of course sexy as hell. “All the noise of the engine, my ears popping and the tilt of the plane.” She looked into his calm gray eyes and felt comforted a little, but not enough to make her stomach stop clinching.

  “Excuse me,” Camden sat up and flagged down a flight attendant, “can I get a blanket?” They’d taken the red eye to get to South Carolina for the family reunion, so they could leave right from work. She thought that would have made it better for her to sleep on the plane, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

  The flight attendant was busy running around before the take-off but seemed more than happy to help Camden. She brought over the blue blanket which was nice and big. She handed it to him and left with a, “Call me if you need anything else.”

  “Thanks for the blanket, Camden, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” The knowing smile he gave her brought her some comfort, but that didn’t diminish her fear of flying. Even though this was a very short trip.

  “Let’s see if I can make you forget about the take-off.” Everyone was settled, but the plane was waiting on the runway for some reason, and it was just increasing her anxiety.

  “How does this feel?” he whispered and turned so he blocked anyone from seeing them in the dark cabin. Their seats had to be in the upright position, but that didn’t seem to be hindering his ability to find skin to arouse.

  She almost missed him stroking her stomach under her shirt. He was turned toward her, and she attempted to focus on his face.

  “Are we going to be a part of the mile-high club?”

  “Since we are still on the ground I don’t know how that will be possible, but I’ll see what I can do.”

  He lifted the arm rest, so they could get cozy.

  “You’ll have to be quiet.”

  “I’m always quiet.”

  “You must zone out more than I thought because you are extremely loud. I absolutely love it. I’m not complaining, but I think there may be some complaints here.”

  “I’ll be quiet.”

  She was given a soft kiss, and she whimpered on purpose hoping he’d give her more to make her stop. The message was received, and she enjoyed the clash of their tongues as they fought to taste each other.

  She stiffened as the roar of the engine grew louder, and the plane started to taxi down the runway.

  “Shh…stay with me.” She heard the rough timbre of his voice and felt his hand slide inside her panties. The plane was dark. It seemed like everyone wanted to sleep.

  He lifted the blanket and put his head under the cover and drew her nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. She had to put her hand to her mouth to stop her response to the strong pull. She was almost there if he would just…

  Two thick fingers filled her pussy and his mouth left her well-loved nipple as he covered her cry of pleasure that erupted. She rode his fingers until she was totally spent.

  She tried to catch her breath as he adjusted her clothes.

  “How’s that for being quiet?” she teased, happy that they were in a very loud section of the plane. They were probably sitting on the engine as loud as it was.

  “Like I said, I love the noise you make. I’m kind of bummed I couldn’t hear more of it, but I’m sure the other passengers are thankful.” He pulled her into his arms inhaled against her neck.

  “I guess it’s good we didn’t get caught.”

  “Here, we are airborne, and I do believe that we can include ourselves in the mile-high club.”

  “Well, I can, but you didn’t get anything.” She tried to turn around, but he stopped her.

  “You gave me more than enough.”

  She wanted to tell him how much it meant to her that he went over and beyond helping her forget her fear of take-off and thank him for all his help with her family, but she was just too tired.

  ***

  Check in was quick but they’d gotten in so early they just wanted to sleep, so he and Gemmi decided to skip the morning festivities and go down later for lunch on the beach.

  He enjoyed watching her as she walked around the room, taking in all the amenities. He knew she was nervous and he wanted to help. He’d never been around one woman so long that he knew this much about her. He watched the expressions move over her face the same way he used to watch clouds roll across the sky…mesmerized. Which is why he noticed when the dark clouds of concern changed her face from the happy visage it’d been moments before.

  She stood in the mirror watching herself before her milk chocolate gaze found his as he walked behind her, “What’s the matter, Gemmi.”

  Her pretty eyes grew glassy before she lowered her gaze. “Nothing, I’m just glad this day is finally here.”

  He gently turned her around and pul
led her into a hug and rocking her a bit. He separated them a bit and waited until she looked up, but she seemed unwilling to do that. He placed his thumb under her chin and helped her tilt her head up. She looked ashamed and he was unsure of why she would be experiencing that look. He did, however, know how to take her mind off what was bothering her. “It looks like you are on the verge of huff mode,” he said and was encouraged by her smile.

  “I’m not about to have a huff.” She pushed him playfully, and he was happy to see her mood lightened.

  He walked her backward toward the bed. Stopping right as the back of her knees touched the back of the bed. The shock on her face made him smile and that lit up her face. He wasn’t sure what it was about his smile that she liked so much, but when he gave her the correct one her face brightened. That warmed something that seemed like his heart, but he was going to choose to think it just turned him on.

  He pushed her lightly and she fell onto the bed. The dark clouds that previously clouded her expression were dissipating and being replaced by her excitement. He lifted the hem of her yellow sundress with the little red flowers on it. She looked so fresh, clean and untouchable—like she never did a dirty thing in her life, but it was an illusion. His girl could get dirty—his girl? What was he thinking? This was temporary. He’d told True he’d do this favor for her friend then promised not to let her get too attached, so what was he doing? He looked down at her as she lay on the bed and caught his breath at her naughty smile.

  “Do you have on panties under that dress?” he watched the skin on her chest flush pink and travel up to her face and wondered was going on.

  “I did, but you got me so wet on the plane, I took them off.”

  “You walked around me for the last couple of hours without panties.”

  “Yes…” she answered.

  He leaned over her and she licked his mouth...she wanted to play did she. He wanted to taste her pussy. These shenanigans were supposed to be over in the next few days and he was burning for her like he'd never had her. What was wrong with him? He knew he wasn't meant to be happy, not meant to have a wife and children. He was going to be single and spend his life helping people. That was his fate. He’d known this for years and he’d been alright with it, until recently.