by Ethan Egorov
“Well, best of luck to you.” Logan chuckles.
Some people walk in and sit at the bar and he has to go attend to them. Darius and I talk more about the club drama before Rafe comes in too, and then we have the exec meeting. It’s mostly the guys going back and forth, pissed as hell, until Rafe settles everything. When Darius comes back, we’ll figure out how far they have gone and if there are still any outbreaks at the drop sites. We might have to suspend our business, but it hasn’t really gotten to that yet.
I have a headache by the time I leave, but honestly, I have other issues on my mind. Like what the hell I’m going to do for my date with Emily.
“Just watch some YouTube videos.” Amy says, and she actually means it. I frown at her from across the dinner table and want to fling these mashed potatoes in her face.
“What? Don’t look at me like that, this is unprecedented.” She shrieks. I shake my head at her and only take pity because she looks tired as shit. Amy is graduating soon and working, so exams and work are hard on her. But that doesn’t mean she can have fun at my expense or wear almost see through shirts at the dinner table.
“I know that, but you’re the one that’s actually been on dates.” I stab at my chicken and chew it angrily.
“Yeah, with guys that split the check and never went anywhere nice.” She scoffs.
“Damn, that sucks. Even I know that.” I may not know a lot, but I at least know a woman shouldn’t have to pay, unless she absolutely wants to.
“Then you’re already off to a good start. What does she like to do? Maybe start there.” She suggests.
I trail off in thought because I realize I don’t actually know. I meant to text her today but then kept getting sidetracked at the club. After the meeting, I went into the garage to get some work done.
“I don’t know yet. But she seems really casual, like I don’t think white tablecloths are her thing.”
“Okay. So, go to the movies. Then you can fingerbang her during the previews.” She laughs and I stare at her in disgust. I don’t even want to know where she got that idea from. Although doing anything with my finger to Emily sounds like a darn good idea.
“The movies is kind of high school, right?”
“Eh, maybe. You could do it at home, make the snacks yourself.” She suggests. I mule it over as I finish my grilled chicken. I’m eating healthy while she has a bowl of mac and cheese and chicken strips, but Amy has always had a fast metabolism and never had to lose weight. I was chubby until I started hitting the gym.
“Maybe. How did that test go anyway?” I ask her. She was home late last night because she was studying for it.
“Ugh, it sucked. I cried. But I got an A.” She reasons. I laugh at her and realize I should be nicer to my doctors now. She wants to go into fetal medicine, but I don’t even really know what that means. The both of us have very unconventional paths, considering what our parents did. I am sort of a mechanic and also in an MC. She wants to be a Grey’s Anatomy character. It doesn’t really make sense.
“Oh, good job. When is graduation again?” I ask her.
“Some time… soon. I don’t know. I try not to think about it. It just makes it more stressful.” She sighs. I feel bad for her and rub her shoulder.
“Well, you’re smart. It will be fine. But don’t lose sleep because you need to study, won’t do you any good.”
“Thanks, little brother.” She jokes.
We finish up dinner and she goes off to bed early, maybe taking my advice to heart. I decide to go for a run, lace up my shoes and hit the pavement to clear my head. I make it two miles and turn back. I’m thinking of Emily the entire time, of where I am going to take her. I really want to see her, so bad I could go right now. But I shouldn’t be clingy like that. Or creepy.
I call her instead, as I walk back to the house under the streetlights. It rings a few times and I think she won’t answer, until close to the last ring she does. I smile at hearing her voice.
“So, you’re one of those guys who calls instead of texts.”
8
Emily
I finish my last lesson plan and opt for a shower. It’s been a long day of coming home, falling asleep, eating, and then deciding I should be productive. I should have cleaned the house today, but I was so exhausted. My body is sore and all I could think about was Kit.
He is really charming and sweet and that might be bad news, but I am willing to take that risk for some reason. He wasn’t like the other guys that I know, and I want to get to know him more. I half expect him to text me all day, knowing that I could text him too, but I couldn’t bring myself to for some reason.
I get out of the shower and towel off, then my phone rings from across the room. I stub my toe trying to get to it, thinking that it’s a nurse from my dad’s living center. So, when I see Kit’s name flash across the screen, my stomach flip flops. But I swallow down my nerves and answer.
“So, you’re one of those guys who calls instead of texts.” I smile to myself. It seemed better than trying to sound sexy saying ‘hello’ or some shit like that.
“I guess I am. How are you doing, Emily?” He asks me.
He sounds like he is outside, the wind lopping against the speaker. I sit on the edge of my bed, shivering a little in just my towel. It’s from the excitement running through my veins, making my chest and cheeks heat. I hate how he does this to me so easily, but there is no going back now.
“I’m okay, Kit. What have you been up to?” I twirl my hair around my fingers and think I have fully lost it.
“Thinking about you.” He chuckles. He is so effortless with the corny lines that it makes me laugh.
“Oh really? Is that why you’re calling me at ten pm?” I giggle.
He chuckles, “I didn’t want to seem clingy.” He reasons.
“Hm. You’re not clingy. At least not yet. What have you really been doing all day? Making trouble.” I bite my lip.
“Oh, I don’t have to make trouble, I am trouble.”
I laugh aloud so loud it hits the walls. He laughs too and I like how it sounds, his voice is deeper over the phone and I lose myself in his intensity even when I am not standing in front of him.
“Kit, are you ever serious?” I giggle again.
“Of course, I am.” He sighs and I hear him stop walking, he’s panting a little bit too. The sound reminds me of last night, the two of us panting and sweaty together.
“I was at the garage, then I had a meeting at the club with the guys.”
“Do you guys have stale coffee and pastries at your meetings?” I ask him.
He laughs and I grin to myself.
“Nice one. And no, we don’t. Pizza sometimes, but not stale coffee.”
“I went for a run and then I wanted to hear your voice. It would have been weird if I showed up at your house.” He says.
“Yeah. And it would have reminded me not to have sex with strangers.” I say. Mostly to myself, because that honestly could have happened too. But I didn’t get a creepy vibe off him, I didn’t think that he was scary or creepy at all.
“That it would. But what about you? What does Emily do all day?” He chuckles.
I smile to myself and roll over. My towel is too small to be lounging around in, but with his voice on the other end of the phone, I feel delightfully exposed.
“I slept and then ate. Now I’m talking to you. Oh, I showered before that too.” I bite my lip and then smile at his sudden silence, but still being able to hear his breath on the other end of the receiver.
“That’s what you were doing when I called?”
“Well I got out first and towel dried.” I fiddle with the ends of my orange comforter and smile at where this is going.
“Fucking hell. I should have come to your house then.”
I laugh. It’s not like I would tell him no sex until after the third date. We have already been there and back. But I am more excited to see him tomorrow, give myself a day or so to miss him.
“Maybe you should have. Why are you breathing like that?” I finally ask him.
“I just ran two miles.” He replies.
“Oh god. I hate running.” I giggle.
“Why is that?” I hear him moving on the other end again.
“Because it isn’t fun. And my boobs are too big, makes it uncomfortable.”
“I think that’s the only time your tits are a disadvantage.” He laughs. I grin because I could tell that he was fond of them. Always gripping or sucking on them. At one point while he was asleep, and I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gripping them. I can still feel his hands all over me, even now.
“Maybe so.”
I roll over to lay on my side and put him on speaker. “I’m excited for our date tomorrow.” I say, it’s almost a whisper because I can’t believe I am even saying it out loud.
“Me too, babe. I can’t wait to see you again. I feel like last night was a dream.”
“And this morning.”
“Yeah. A vivid day dream.” He chuckles.
“Well, us normal people have a bedtime, so I have to go.” I sigh. If I don’t hang up now, I honestly might invite him over. He could put me to sleep faster than a sleeping pill.
“Imagine I’m tucking you in.” He says, his voice getting all breathy again.
“I will. Goodnight, Kit.” I lick my lips and force myself to press the end call button.
I sigh dramatically and lay back on the bed. With his voice still thrumming in my ear, my body is all keyed up, getting hot from the inside out. It makes me slide my hand into my towel, pressing it aside. I open my legs to the cold air and work my clit with my fingers, falling into an orgasm with his name on my lips.
I fall asleep right there on my towel in the middle of my bed.
When I wake up, I’m slightly confused until I remember what happened last night. Usually I wake up snuggled up in bed with my Scentsy blowing, but I forgot to turn it on. I get up and go through my morning routine, still going on the dreaded run I do a couple times a week. I get back and make a boring breakfast before I check my phone to see that Kit texted.
Kit: Good morning, gorgeous.
Emily: Hey, hottie.
I am starting to think I am really bad at this, but he doesn’t seem to have any complaints. We go back and forth for a while before he tells me that he has to get some work done before our date. I like how serious he is being.
After I get some responsible stuff going, I talk to my dad for a while and tell him I found a mechanic to fix his car. I don’t really tell him anything else because I don’t want him to worry about me.
The two of us are pretty close. I would tell him how much I liked a guy if it were any other time, but he’s sick and I feel like I can’t be selfish. It makes me sad to know that, but I pick myself up and stop feeling sorry about all this. Turning my sights to getting ready.
I haven’t actively cared about what to wear in a long time, even when I went on dates back in college. We were just going to go to some chain restaurant and use a student coupon anyway. But this feels real. All he told me to do was dress casual. So, I wear tight gray leggings and a pink shirt that hangs off my shoulder a bit and is kind of cropped. I do my hair but only wear lip gloss as makeup. He made a comment about liking how I looked the next morning, so I am taking that to the full advantage.
After lacing up my shoes, there is a knock at my door. I check and it is right at six.
I race down and swing it open, faced with a smiling Kit. He has on faded jeans, lighter than blue, and a gray tee shirt that hugs at his chest. His leather jacket is on and he looks absolutely incredible. His windblown hair completely fuckable looking too.
“Hey,” I smile and bite down on my lip.
I step outside and get close to him on the porch.
“Hey there.”
He drags me into a toe-curling kiss. His hands come around my waist and grip me tightly. He drags me closer to his body so I am completely flush against him. I feel his cock resting against my naval when he deepens the kiss. His tongue swirls against mine and flicks against the lining of my lip. I wrap my arms around his neck and realize we are giving the neighbors a hell of a show. But I don’t care. My body is singing for him.
“You look hot.” He says when he breaks the kiss. His voice is breathless, his lips pursed and glossed up from mine. I wipe at them and smile.
“You look okay, too.” I giggle.
“I missed you.” He takes my hand and leads me out to his bike. The heavy chrome and black sits at the end of my driveway and looks more dangerous than it is.
But when I get on with him, I only feel safe. Excited. I wrap myself tightly to him, listening to his heart beat against his back as he drives. His muscles clench and relax with the winding turns of the road. The straight path from my house to his comes up and then he is just relaxed, completely in his element. I can tell this is what he loves to do, be on his bike and enjoying the wind hitting us hard, the powerful engine thrumming underneath us.
“This is your house, Kit.” I say when we arrive. “If your idea of a date is getting naked it needs a little work.” I laugh.
He grins and laughs too, taking my hand again. “It’s not. Well, maybe later. We’re going to have dinner and a movie, but in the comforts of my house. You know, avoid the other annoying people, make our own snacks.” He explains.
“That’s original.” I say, actually happy about that idea. It takes the pressure off and I love to be casual anytime I can.
“Don’t worry, you can dress up in something sexy for me later.”
9
Kit
I wasn’t sure about this whole casual date idea until I saw how damn sexy Emily looks in those tights, the cute pink shirt she has on hanging off her shoulder, showing just a bit of skin. I thought she would be pissed I wasn’t actually taking her out, like in public. But it’s not like I am avoiding the string of women I’ve been with in the city, that could see us on a date and start a scene. I was clear with them about it only being a one-night type of thing. But the pressure of finding the perfect place and getting all dressed up just to do the same thing, get to know each other, seems kind of redundant to me.
“I didn’t know you were so creative.” Emily comments as we walk in the kitchen. Her smile matches the glint in her blue eyes, shining in the center of my kitchen. It makes me happy to be around her, gives me this weird swell of emotion that I can only end with another grin at her.
“I have lots of surprises.”
She moves over to the stool and sits, dropping her purse next to it.
“Well, if you think I’m helping, you are incredibly mistaken.” She giggles. I shake my head at her but nod.
“Fair enough. I am the host after all. I hope you’re not allergic to anything.”
“Me too.” She sighs.
I laugh and go over to the fridge, dropping a bottle of water in front of her. Amy doesn’t like that I buy them, something about damaging the environment. But I don’t like the taste of tap water even with a filter. She kindly left the house for a while so I could enjoy my time with Emily and not feel bad about it. I’m sure she already noticed we had sex on the couch, but she hasn’t said anything about it, probably a moot point.
I get started on the pretzel dough to bake first and plan on making the popcorn last. I don’t even know what movie we’ll watch but I have a pretty nice collection to choose from. Having Emily here feels really natural, like we have been doing this for a long time or something. I think back to how the guys acted at the club about all this. I mean I get their apprehension; I don’t exactly have the best track record with this stuff. Or any record at all. But I like Emily. I’m not really sure why yet but I’ll figure that out at some point. All I know is that it doesn’t have to do only with how hot the sex is with her.
“Where did you learn how to cook?” She asks me. I put the pretzel dough on the counter and start kneading it.
“Um, here. In high school
or around then.” I answer. I glance over at her and see her giving me a funny look.
“What, men can’t know how to cook?” I chuckle.
“No, of course they can. I’m just surprised about you is all.” She jokes.
“Oh, burn.” I laugh. “Well, after my parents died, I had to learn how to do shit for myself. Couldn’t have Amy becoming a mom to a teenager when she was still one herself. Now I cook better than she can.” I brag to shake away the dampness of that statement. I don’t necessarily talk about my parents dying, not after the mandatory counseling from the state before they let Amy and I stay together here, since she was eighteen. But Emily seems to understand and doesn’t really ask questions about it.
“That’s nice of you. And unfortunate. I’m sorry.” She gives me a sad smile that makes her look really caring and honest, she probably already has those qualities naturally.
“Yeah.” I shrug and start forming a pretzel, this I learned on a cooking channel, though. “You don’t remember your mom?” I ask her.
“Wow, we’re really getting into it, aren’t we?” She laughs once without humor and shifts on the chair. Her brows furrow and she stares at the granite counter like it has the answer.
“Um, not really. I was five when she left, and she must not have been all that present before then, too. But she is out there somewhere. I just never bothered looking for her.” She explains.
“I get that. Do you think you ever will?” I ask her. I don’t know why it is so easy to get into this stuff with her.
Maybe we just understand each other on a deeper level because we have been through the same kind of stuff. I don’t think either of us know it yet either. But there has to be a reason why she is the first girl out of dozens that I have connected with.
“I don’t know.” She sighs. “I thought about if before my high school graduation. And then again for my college graduation. Maybe it will bother me before my wedding.” She half laughs. I grin at her and shake my head.