Bentley (Hawthorne Brothers Book One)(15)

“There’s one,” I said, walking over to a table near the edge of the platform.

We sat down across from each other before I broke off a piece of my cookie and shoved it into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I said, as the rich chocolate chunks melted against my tongue.

“You know, for a cookie that looks pretty good. I’ll admit that,” he said.

“Want a bite?” I asked.

“I probably shouldn’t, but I feel like I should at the same time,” he said.

I picked it up and held it in front of his face, surprising him, and he leaned in and took a bite of the cookie. It wasn’t a large one, which I liked because I didn’t want to lose my entire cookie, but I must say there was something very cute about feeding Bentley like that. It was almost a very couple-like thing to do, at least in my eyes.

“That’s not too bad,” he said after swallowing it.

“So you’re on the cookie team now?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he said, laughing. “Maybe one every now and then won’t hurt, though.”

“Fair enough. It’s better than nothing!” I said, smiling.

After about fifteen minutes, our treats gone, I noticed Bentley’s demeanor change slightly, as if he were nervous or thinking about something. I hadn’t really seen him like this, ever, since he was probably the most confident man I’d ever known.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Yeah?” I asked in a soft voice.

“You know, I like being around you and I like spending time with you and being with you,” he said, pausing. “You’re so fun, and smart, and driven, and I like that. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re very pretty and easy to look at.”

I sat there, frozen, as a thousand things ran through my head but I couldn’t remember one of them. Was this it? Was he going to ask me to be his girlfriend? I wanted to say yes, but part of me couldn’t think that was it unless he uttered the words himself and I heard them with my own two ears.

“I don’t know what your feelings are like for me, or if they’re even the same, but I know that I want to explore these feelings more, and I don’t want to do them as just some guy who you’re going on dates with or texting. I want them to be more, for me to be more. I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he said, laughing a little.

“It’s okay,” I said, laughing nervously, twiddling my thumbs in my lap and wishing he’d just spit it out.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he blurted out.

Stunned, I sat there for what must’ve been five seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Was I hearing him correctly? Was he asking me to be his…girlfriend? I guess I knew it was coming, but it was different actually hearing it for myself. I didn’t know whether to jump up and down or cry tears of joy, but I knew that whatever I did after answering him would be filled with joy.

“Yes,” I said, smiling, as the butterflies in my stomach fluttered and made me tense up.

“So we’re, you know, dating officially?” he asked, smiling.

“If you want to, then yes, we are,” I said, with a tone happier than I’d given off in a while.

“I do. I want it,” he said, leaning in.

I tasted the cherry on his lips as he kissed me from across the table, leaning over our drinks and surprising me like he’d just done minutes ago. I was off the market, no longer single, and I almost needed another person to confirm this so that I knew I wasn’t just dreaming all this up. Maybe I’d been in a coma, and maybe Bentley didn’t even know me and definitely wasn’t here. Quick, I need somebody to pinch me!

“Well, I guess you can tell those family friends that you acted on it,” I said, laughing.

“Yeah, I think they’ll be very thrilled,” he said, laughing.

“I must warn you, though, I haven’t had a boyfriend in a while. I might suck at it for a little bit until I get more into the groove of things,” I said.

“Hey, I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while either, so we’ll be right there with one another being bad at this. I know we’ll do well, though. I think when you like someone enough you can get through almost anything,” he said.

“So do we, you know, tell anyone?” I asked.

“I guess that’s up to you,” he said.

“I think Nina and Maggie would kill me if I didn’t tell them,” I said.

“What about your family?” he asked.

“Since I don’t see them in person a ton, I’ll probably wait. I know they’d ask me a thousand and one questions about you and us and how we met and anything else that’s even slightly relevant to the situation,” I said.

“Yeah, I’ll probably wait as well. My mom can get kind of crazy with the whole dating thing. Poor Liam started dating someone like a year ago and made the mistake of telling mom after it happened. She demanded to meet the girl, which Liam stupidly agreed to, and she scared away his girlfriend and made her his ex, which he wasn’t too thrilled about. I don’t want that happening here,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure she’s fine. I’m not scared,” I said.

“Famous last words,” he said, smiling.

“Oh, stop, you’re being bad,” I said.

“You want bad? We should get out of here and I’ll show you bad,” he said.

“Good idea, except I can’t,” I said.

“Why?” he asked, with an intrigued look.

“That time,” I said.

“Oh, oh that,” he said. “Yeah, I understand now.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t, you know, help you out,” I said.

“But then I’d feel bad, not being able to do anything for you,” he said.

“You can make it up to me,” I said.

“You better not be teasing me right now, Anna. That’s a horrible way to start a relationship,” he said.

“I promise I’m not,” I said in an almost sultry voice.

“Want to get out of here? Go back to my place?” he asked.

“Why even wait that long?” I asked.

“Wow,” he said, shifting in his seat.

“Want to?” I asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said, grabbing his coffee and tossing it in the trash.

I followed closely behind, him holding my hand and almost dragging me behind him as I laughed and walked quickly to keep up. With the rain still sprinkling, I opened my umbrella and shielded myself before we got to his car and he opened my door for me before closing it. Giggling, I watched him come around before getting into the driver’s side and starting the car.

I’d never seen him move so fast before, but he screeched out of that parking space like a horny bat out of hell and started down the road before I leaned over and unzipped his pants. I could see it growing as he widened his grip to give me more room. I pulled down his pants just a little, just enough to get it out, before stroking it hunched over and feeling it grow in my hand.

With my left hand wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, I tilted it a little towards me and wrapped my fire engine red lips around it before getting his head wet and feeling my drool drip down his cock and onto my hand below. Using it as lube, I started to stroke him up and down as he turned onto a new street.

“God, this is amazing,” he said with a little moan.

With only his left hand on the wheel, he wrapped my hair around his right hand and held it up before I went down further on him, feeling his cock slide down my throat, causing my eyes to tear up a little. I came off of it and spit on it before rubbing that in and making him even slicker. I wanted to fuck him so bad, to just hop in his lap and ride his raging boner as he drove, but I couldn’t do it for more than one reason. Mother Nature picked the wrong damn day to give me my period.

With my right hand free, I gently grabbed his balls and massaged them as my tongue swirled around his head and my spit-covered left hand continued to stroke him. I could hear his moans over the engine, both of them loud, and I was sure that the end to both rides was soon approaching.

I didn’t quit or slow down, my lips suctioned tight around his fat cock as I rarely let go to breathe. There was something so erotic about giving a blowjob in a moving car, and my only regret was that I hadn’t done it before. I knew it wouldn’t be my last, either.

“Babe, I’m close,” he said, not talking about our destination.

I moaned a little, vibrating his dick, as I heard his breathing get shallow and small moans escape his lungs.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, as I didn’t stop.

With only those few words as a warning, he kept his promise, and I felt his warm load explode into my mouth as my lips felt his cock pumping it in. He let out a load moan, the car still moving, as my mouth filled up until the very last drop dripped out of his head. The cum tasted so weird, but I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it. Maybe it was just because it was his, or maybe I just enjoyed the thought of it, but I let go of my grip with both my mouth and hands and swallowed all of it without hesitation.

“You swallowed?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

“Is that bad?” I asked.

“Fuck no,” he said, pulling up his pants, though leaving them unbuckled.