by Nikki Ash
“Hey, Georgia, if there’s a wait we can go somewhere else.”
She frowns. “It’s only a few minutes, but if you don’t want to eat here…”
“It’s not that,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms. “But my mom always insists on paying for my birthday dinner. Growing up we didn’t have shit for money, but every year for my sister’s and my birthday, my parents would take us out to dinner.” It was literally the only time we ever went out to dinner.
Georgia’s brows furrow in confusion. “You only went out to dinner twice a year?” She’s not judging. She’s curious. Because she wasn’t raised like I was, where eating out was a luxury people in my neighborhood couldn’t afford.
“Yeah, it became a tradition. And she’s going to want to pay tonight, but…”
Georgia nods in understanding, her face falling. Damn it, I didn’t mean to upset her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think.”
“No, don’t be sorry. You didn’t know and you were trying to be nice.”
My phone dings with a message from Mom: I’m sorry, I can’t make it after all. Rain check?
I try to hide the text from Georgia, but she sees it before I can. “How far do you live from here?” she asks.
“About thirty minutes. Why?”
“Tell your mom we’ll be there in forty-five minutes.” She takes my hand and speed walks to my car. I do as she says and then pocket my phone.
After a quick trip to the grocery store, I pull up to my childhood home, hoping my mom had enough time to pick up. She’ll be embarrassed if we walk in on the place in less than perfect condition.
Georgia and I grab the bags of groceries she bought—without letting me see—and walk up to the front door. Before I can knock, Mom swings the door open. “I just got your text. What are you doing here?”
“The restaurant didn’t have any availability,” Georgia lies. “So, I thought we could make dinner here.” She holds up the bags. “I’m learning how to cook and have been dying to make Margherita pizza. We could all make it and hang out… I also brought a cake.”
Mom’s gaze flits between Georgia and me and then her eyes light up. “That sounds perfect.” Georgia walks inside, heading straight to the kitchen, while my mom and I hang back for a second.
She pulls me into a hug. “Happy Birthday. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“C’mon, you two,” Georgia yells. “If I have to make it all myself, I’ll be eating it all myself.”
Mom laughs. “I’ve only known her for a minute, but I can already tell she’s different…” Than Victoria, she means but doesn’t voice.
“She definitely is,” I agree.
When I step farther into the house, noticing how clean it is, she says, “Since the day you came over… that night…” Of the anniversary of my sister’s death. “I’ve been making some changes.”
“Really?”
“I saw how scared you were for that girl at the hospital and I didn’t want you to feel that way toward me.”
I take a look around again with new eyes and see just how clean the place is. “That’s good, Mom,” I tell her.
“I’ve also broken up with my boyfriend,” she admits proudly. “He wasn’t any good. I’m taking some time for myself.”
“Good,” I tell her again, kissing her temple. “I’m proud of you.”
The night is spent with delicious food and great conversation. My mom and Georgia hit it off, despite how different they are, and I know it’s because of Georgia. Because even though she’s worth millions, she doesn’t act like it. She’s real and sweet and doesn’t have a judgmental bone in her body, and fuck if tonight didn’t make me fall even more in love with her.
“You know,” she says, when we get home. “I saw in a movie once that the man gets birthday sex.” She waggles her brows playfully.
I halt in my place. “Butterfly…” Is she saying what I think she’s saying?
She saddles up next to me. “I like you and you like me…” Actually, I’m in love with her, but we won’t go there right now. “And we’re both adults. I don’t see why we have to wait.”
“Because you said you didn’t want to have sex until you’re in love,” I remind her.
“So, my plans changed.” She shrugs shyly.
I’m all about letting a woman make her own decisions, but the fact that she’s saying this right after that chick showed up to get her fake dick tells me she might not be thinking clearly.
“There’s no rush,” I tell her, taking her into my arms and placing her on the bed. “We have our entire lives to be together.” Before she can argue, I connect my mouth with hers, silencing her.
Georgia
“He won’t have sex with me.”
Mom snorts and Lexi laughs.
“I’m being serious. Because I told him I want to wait until I’m in love, he won’t have sex with me.” It’s been almost three weeks since Chase’s birthday dinner and he meant what he said about it not being a rush. That night, while he refused to let me give him birthday sex, he did get a birthday blowjob… But that was it. He won’t take things any further. We make out, give each other orgasms, but he always stops before we have sex.
I even tried to get him drunk the night of Lexi’s and my birthday outing, but he wasn’t having it. He did give me some amazing orgasms that night, before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“I think that’s romantic,” Mom says.
Lexi and I both roll our eyes at the same time.
“Well, it’s going to happen,” I tell them. “And tonight.”
“Tonight?” Lexi confirms.
“Yep. For one, I’m in love with him, and two, I’m ready.”
“You’re in love with him?” Mom asks, covering her heart with her hand.
“I am, and I want to take this next step with him. Even if we don’t work out down the road, I won’t regret being with him.”
“Then it seems like you’re ready,” Mom says. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yep. And we’ve both been tested, so we know we’re clean. I want it to be special… Chase has to work late, so I’m planning to cook him dinner when he gets home. I want to buy some lingerie.”
Lexi laughs. “Alec never appreciates the lingerie. He just wants to rip it off.”
“Same thing with Tristan,” Mom adds.
“Mom!” We both groan at the same time.
“What?” she says. “It’s girl talk. I can’t help that your father is who I’m having sex with.” She shrugs. “So, you want to buy lingerie? There’s only one place to go: Agent Provocateur.”
Chase: On my way home. Want me to pick up dinner?
Me: Nope, dinner is made. ;)
I shake out my hands, trying to get rid of my nerves. I’m not nervous about having sex with Chase. I’m ready. I’ve talked to my mom and sister about what to expect and researched as well. I know it seems like overkill, but I want to be prepared. What I’m nervous about is Chase turning me down. I’m putting myself out there and I’ll be devastated if he tells me he doesn’t want to have sex with me yet.
I considered serving dinner first then giving him me for dessert, but then I wondered if we would be too full and it would make us both feel gross—well, specifically me since I bought a skimpy piece of lingerie and want to look sexy in it. After eating a meal, I’ll probably look pregnant with a food baby.
So, instead, I’m serving dessert first: me on a platter, er, well, in the bed. Since I’m already dressed in the lingerie, with my hair done—I went with natural waves—and just a bit of makeup on, I climb onto the bed and position myself in the center, ignoring how stupid, instead of sexy, I feel. The lights are dimmed and I lit a couple of candles on each side of the bed for ambiance.
The door opens and closes and then I hear Chase’s footsteps getting louder, the closer he gets. “Butterfly,” he calls out as he opens the door. He stops in his place, taking me in, and I wait with bated breath for his reaction.
When he doesn’t say anything for several long seconds, I curse myself. Maybe the candles were too much…
But then his hazel eyes lock with mine and I see the lust filled in them. He kicks his shoes off and then walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Was expecting dinner, not dessert,” he says, always on the same page as me. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
He pulls his shirt off, exposing his six-pack abs he works hard for, and then crawls onto the bed so he’s kneeling in front of me. He spreads my legs slightly so he can fit between them and drags his hands up my bare thighs. “You look gorgeous,” he says, dropping his hands to either side of my head and kissing me. “I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have you to come home to.”
He kisses me again, this time slipping his tongue between my parted lips. Before things get hot and heavy, I have something I need to tell him, so I pull back slightly.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, needing him to know this isn’t just me getting sexy. “I know it’s only a short time since we’ve been together, but you’ve quickly come to mean so much to me.” I cradle his face with my hands, needing the connection. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Chase, and I know without a doubt I’m ready to have sex with you.”
The most beautiful smile spreads across his lips. “It’s about damn time you caught up to me,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. “I’ve known I was in love with you since the night I saw you in the hospital.”
I gasp. The night of the hospital? That was several weeks ago… “You’ve loved me since then?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to scare you off.” He shrugs. “I love you, butterfly, so damn much.”
“I love you too.”
Our mouths unite, and our tongues meet, swirling against each other. Chase uses one hand to hold himself up, and the other explores my body. When we break apart, coming up for air, he peppers soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. His face dips and his lips cover my nipple, sucking on it through the silky material.
“Did you buy this for me?” he asks, running his palm downward and landing on my hip.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He smiles softly. “Then I won’t rip it off your body.”
He sits up and gently peels the straps off my shoulders, pulling them down my arms and exposing my breasts. He takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened nipple. I squirm, like I always do, wanting more.
I reach down and unbutton his jeans, and then Chase pulls them down the rest of the way, removing his socks and briefs, leaving him naked.
My gaze goes to his hardened length, excited to finally have it inside me. I wouldn’t admit it to Lexi, since she lost her virginity when she was younger, but I’m glad I waited until now. Until I’m old enough to understand my body and Chase’s. Until it was with someone I love.
Chase tugs my negligée off the rest of my body, leaving me in only the tiny G-string that barely covers anything.
He situates himself between my parted legs and then kisses the top of my mound through the thin material. I sit up on my elbows, so I can watch as Chase drags the material off my legs and drops it off the side of the bed.
The second the flat of his tongue laves up my center, my eyes roll upward and I drop onto my back. He plunges two fingers inside of me, filling me completely, and the pleasure intensifies. Every time he does this, I feel so full, I can’t imagine how good it’ll feel once his dick is inside me. I squirm at the thought, just as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure washing through me.
I’ve barely come down from my high, when Chase is on me. His mouth crushes mine, as his body connects with my own. He parts my thighs with his and then he enters me. I try to stay relaxed, but it’s hard when it hurts so badly.
“Breathe, butterfly,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I do as he says, and then he pushes past the barrier of my virginity.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, dragging my fingers through his hair. “Keep going.”
With his arms caging me in, and our bodies flush against one another, Chase slowly and gently and deeply makes love to me. He tells me how good I feel, how much he loves me, and when he finds his release, draining every drop into me, I’ve never felt so cherished in my life.
Georgia
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I pry my eyes open as Chase’s alarm goes off, reaching over and hitting end so the noise will stop. Once it’s quiet again, I glance over and find Chase passed out on the other side of the bed. He’s lying on his back, naked, with one of his arms over his head, and the blanket covering the bottom half of him. My thighs clench in memory of both times we made love last night. The second time with him making sure I came as well.
My heart swells at how selfless and caring he is. I don’t know why his ex-wife cheated on him, but I can’t imagine wanting anyone but him for the rest of my life. Her loss is definitely my gain.
“Either stop staring, or get over here and ride me,” he says, his voice raspy from sleep.
When I laugh at his grumpy playfulness, he smirks, wrenching open one eyelid. “I wasn’t kidding.” He throws the blanket off him and exposes his hard as steel dick.
I crawl over to him, ignoring the soreness between my legs, and climb onto his body. My hands go to his shoulders and his find my hips. We work together to guide his shaft into me, both of us moaning once he’s completely seated in me.
“I could live like this,” he says, reaching up and brushing my hair out of my face. “Inside you… It’s my new favorite spot in the world.”
He grips the back of my mane and pulls my face down to his. His tongue traces my bottom lip, then my top, before it slips past my parted lips—teasing, caressing. His skilled mouth devours mine, as he starts to move inside of me. I had assumed since I was on top I would be in control, but Chase’s actions, as he fucks me from the bottom, deeply, steadily, say otherwise.
The way we move has my climax building quickly, and too soon, my entire body is trembling in pleasure as the most mind-blowing orgasm grips me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your pussy is so damn tight.” His eyes squeeze closed, and his dick swells inside of me. A second later, warm seed is filling me. As if coming drained him of all strength, he releases his hold on me and sighs deeply.
“Yep,” he says softly. “I could definitely live right here inside of you. The outside world be damned.”
After we’ve showered together, where he gives me one more orgasm, telling me it’s to tide me over for the next twenty-four hours while he’s on shift, he heads to work.
After meeting Lexi for breakfast, where I gush about how amazing being with Chase is, and we share stories about our guys, I go home and spend the next several hours working. When I’m all caught up, I lie on the couch, wishing Chase were here, and binge watch an old show.
As my eyes are closing, a text comes in from Chase: I have to cover for a guy tomorrow morning, so I won’t be home until later, but I want to take you out. Be ready for 5:00.
Butterflies swarm my belly.
Me: Will do.
At five o’clock on the dot the next day, there’s a knock on the door. I groan, seriously hoping it’s not another one of Chase’s sex toy skanks.
Reluctantly, I get up and open the door, mentally preparing myself. Only it’s Chase on the other side, dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a royal blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Before I can ask him why he’s knocking on his own door, he pulls a bouquet of multicolored flowers out from behind his back, and my heart flutters. “For me?” I ask dumbly. I’ve never been given flowers before.
Chase chuckles. “For you.”
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” I take them from him and bring them into the kitchen. They’re already in a pretty vase, so I just add water then set them on the center of the table.
“You look beautiful,” he says, his eyes traveling
down the length of my body. I’m dressed in a floral print dress that stops several inches above my knee and ties in the front, exposing a bit of cleavage. I’ve paired it with my black Saint Laurent peep toe heels.
“Thank you. Do you keep clothes at work?”
Chase’s expression turns nervous. “I, um, well, I used to leave from work sometimes and go out…” Ah, during his playboy days.
He clears his throat. “You ready to go? We have reservations at six and you know how traffic is around here.”
Flowers… reservations… “Are you trying to romance me?”
Chase throws his head back with a laugh. “Yeah.” He closes the distance between us. “That’s what boyfriends do, butterfly. We romance our girlfriends.”
Not all boyfriends do that, I think but don’t voice out loud.
“Okay, but just so you know, I’m already a sure thing, so if it’s to get in my pants, it’s unnecessary.”
Chase chokes on his laughter. “Good to know.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “But it’s not to get in your pants. It’s to remain in your heart.” My heart stammers in my chest. I didn’t know love could feel like this, and I’m so thankful I didn’t give up on finding it. If I had, I wouldn’t be here with Chase.
We arrive at Cove 54 a few minutes before our reservation and are brought to our table right away. After the waitress reads off the drink specials, since it’s a bit of a special occasion, I order an Apple Pie martini. Chase orders a Coke.
When the waitress walks away, Chase raises a brow. “An Apple Pie martini?”
“What? It sounds good, and we are on a date… I figured I would adult.”
He laughs. “Okay, adult. How was your day?”
“Good. Yesterday, I met my mom and Lex for breakfast. It was nice. I got a lot of work done. Went for a jog…”
The waitress sets our drinks down and I take a sip. It’s delicious. Fruity and sweet. We order our meals, and once she’s excused herself I ask Chase how work was.
