Hooked (TKO 2)

“What the fuck do I do on a date?” I ask her. “Am I in over my head here?”

“First of all, just calm down. Everything will be all right. Where are you planning on taking her?”

“I have no clue. I sure don’t want to take her to the bar. I want alone time with her, I want to be able to talk to her without all the noise.”

Raegan stays quiet for a moment. I begin to sift through my closet in search of my good jeans. I find a light blue button-up shirt. If I roll the sleeves up, maybe I won’t appear too far out of my element but still look nice enough for her.

“Take her to a restaurant, and maybe get a booth toward the back where there aren’t too many people around. That should give you some kind of privacy for the time being, then you could go out to the park or something,” Raegan suggests. “Garrett took me there one time, and we looked at the stars.”

“Did little magical elves jump out and dance for you too?”

“I hope you choke on your dinner tonight.” She laughs. “Seriously though, take her somewhere like that. Look at my Lance, he’s growing up.”

“I’m a big boy now,” I say, beaming. “Thanks for talking me through this. I’m pretty sure I’m going to look like a complete idiot tonight, but I’m willing to take a chance.”

“Just remember to be yourself and have fun, Lance. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks again, Raegan. For everything.”

“Anytime.”

I hang up, and jump into the shower. As the water runs down my body, I can’t help but think of what it will feel like to touch Hilary again. This time, nothing will stop me. My dick grows rigid just imagining her whimpering as I bring her body to places beyond her imagination. I wrap my hand around my dick and close my eyes, envisioning it’s her touching me instead. In my mind, her eyes meet mine as she licks her lips, and wraps her mouth around my length.

I moan as I explode against the shower wall. The water begins to cool, and I take that as my cue to get out.

I put on the jeans and dress shirt. As I roll the sleeves up, I stare at myself in the mirror. This is it. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Grabbing my phone, my stomach begins turning anxiously as I send her a text letting her know I’m on my way. The smiley face she sends makes me feel giddy. I never would have thought I’d see the day a girl practically brought me to my knees.

The drive to her house is short. Hilary lives in a nice subdivision about ten minutes from my house. In her development, every house has a white picket fence and the lawns are perfectly manicured. I’m reminded once again that I know nothing about her. That changes tonight.

I pull into her driveway and nearly gasp. Her place is huge. About three houses the size of mine could fit easily on the property. I never expected her parents’ house would be so massive and elegant. I’ve never met a girl’s parents before, but I want to make a great first impression, so I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and take a deep breath. I’m a charming guy, I tell myself. They are bound to like me. I’m better than Travis Pierce, at least.

I ring the doorbell and stand there awkwardly waiting for someone to answer. A man in a suit answers the door and looks me up and down. “You must be Lance. I’m Hilary’s dad, Logan Vaughan.”

We shake hands. “Yes, sir. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Vaughan.”

“Come on in and have a seat. She should be right down.”

“Thank you, sir. You have a beautiful home,” I tell him, admiring the crystal chandelier above my head.

“Thank you, Lance. Hilary tells me you’re a fighter.”

Here we go. I’m sure he’ll tell me I’m not good enough for her. “Yes, sir. I started as a way to help bring money into my house. My mom got sick, and it was up to my dad and me to keep everything together. In all that, I found a passion.”

“Hilary told me about your mother. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vaughan.” I’m shocked she told him, but I don’t let it show.

“Daddy, are you being nice?” I look up to the top of the staircase where Hilary is standing. She looks angelic, wearing a long, black dress. Her hair cascades down her back. I see her reach up to twirl a strand. Shit, if I had long hair, I’d do the same thing right about now.

“Of course I am,” her father said. “I know your mom wanted to meet Lance, but she

’s still at the store, and I’m sure you two are ready to get going.”

“I’m ready. Are you ready, Lance?” She begins to descend the staircase. My heart pounds as she inches closer to me.

“I’m ready.”

“You two have fun. And…Lance.” Mr. Vaughan looks at me pointedly. “Take care of my baby girl.”