“Check, please,” I grumbled dryly.
I was officially calling it. I’d unknowingly almost killed my girlfriend twice in one night. It was safe to say that date night was a bust.
Poor Brett. He’d tried so hard to put together a romantic evening for the two of us, but it had just ended in disaster. After my near run-in with anaphylaxis, he’d insisted that I go to the emergency room. I tried convincing him that there was no need. The EpiPen had done the trick; I didn’t need emergency care, but he wasn’t hearing it.
We’d spent the remainder of the night at the ER, waiting to be seen by a doctor, just to be told four hours later that everything was fine. I just needed to rest and stay away from anything that could cause another allergic reaction.
Basically, the good old doc confirmed everything I’d already told Brett.
He gave me some strong meds to ward off the breathing issues the flowers had caused, so by the time we were in the Jeep on the way home, I was finally able to breathe through my nose again. Looking back on the night, I wanted to laugh. I mean, come on! It was funny if you really thought about it. But judging by the white-knuckle grip Brett had on the steering wheel and the ticking in his jaw, I knew laughing would have been a huge mistake. I’d just wait a day or two for him to finally see the humor in the situation.
But there was no doubt that I was filling the girls in on our epic date night as soon as friggin’ possible. I was positive they’d get a major kick out of it.
“I’m so sorry,” Brett mumbled for the gazillionth time. “Shit, beauty. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
“Honey,” I laughed. “It’s okay. Really. Years from now, we’ll look back on this night and laugh our asses off. This is the kind of story we’ll be able to tell our kids when they’re grown up. Mommy and Daddy’s very first date led to near-death and a trip to the emergency room.”
He didn’t say anything for a solid two minutes.
“Our kids?” he finally asked, his tone soft and filled with awe.
“Well…yeah. I mean, you already told me you were gonna propose one day, and that I’d be saying yes,” I joked. “And I already told you I’m cool with more kids.”
“You love me, beauty?” he asked in a ragged voice.
My own voice came out in a whisper. “You know I do, honey. I love you more than I ever thought possible.”
Finally, after all the drama of the night, I finally saw his lips quirk up in a grin. “Even though I tried to kill you…twice?”
There was my guy.
“Yes, even though you tried to kill me,” I giggled.
“You’re my other half, beauty. Without you, I’m not whole.”
“You make me whole, too, Brett,” I replied past the lump of tears that had quickly formed in my throat. “I wake up every day thanking God that he put you in my life.”
Reaching over the console, Brett took my hand and pulled it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each knuckle. “Love you, beauty.”
“Love you, too, honey.”
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, our fingers entwined. There wasn’t a need for more words. We’d already said everything that needed saying.
I was having the best dream. Kenzie was on her knees in front of me, giving a gold medal worthy performance in oral skills. Jesus Christ, there was nothing sexier than when my beauty looked up at me with her gorgeous jade eyes as her plump lips stretched around my aching cock.
I was pulled from my slumber by the sound of a guttural moan, the vibrations shooting straight up my dick.
“Fuck me,” I groaned once the fog of sleep had lifted completely and I was able to see and feel what was happening perfectly.
Kenzie pulled away from me, releasing my hard-on with a loud pop. “In just a minute, honey. I want to taste you first.
My head fell back on a gasp as she swallowed as much of my hard length as possible. “Baby,” I managed to grind out between clenched teeth. “You gotta stop. The doc said you needed to rest.”
“I’ve rested enough. I want you.”
Not one to deny my woman’s wishes, I lay back, propping my hands beneath my head, the glow of the moon through the blinds giving me just enough light to make out the erotic sight of Kenzie’s head bobbing up and down between my legs. With each upward stroke, she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking me so hard the telltale tingles appeared at the base of my spine. It was by far the best blow job I’d ever had. But I didn’t want to come in her mouth. When I came, I wanted to be buried inside her, feeling her pussy squeezing me as she screamed my name.
“Baby, stop,” I panted. “I’m gonna come.”