“I had to look nice if I’m going to be seen around town with you. You look so hot, baby.” I reach over the console and run my hand up his toned leg to his impressive cock. I run my hand over it and for it not even being hard, it’s still big. I feel him expanding under my hand, while his lips let out a tortured moan. I pull back; I don’t want to make him suffer through dinner with a case of blue balls.
“You fuckin’ tease.” Winking at him, I re-adjust my hand on his thigh and smirk. We fall silent, and I watch the city around us move. People laughing, groups of people together, enjoying the city life. The lights alive and vibrant. The soft sounds of “Parachute” playing on the radio. My face is turned from him, listening to the sound of his sexy voice singing along. I glance over and see his steel blue eyes concentrating on the road, his one hand grabbing the steering wheel with finesse, while his other hand lightly rubs and kneads my exposed knee. He’s always touching my leg in the car, it’s a insignificant yet natural thing, but it makes me feel all gooey inside.
My eyes are torn away when we pull up to the restaurant. Running around the car and opening my door, I slide out with Trey’s help. Fixing my nude dress that’s covered in lace, the off-shoulder sleeves exposing my shoulders, just like Trey likes, I adjust it back into place. The valet takes my Audi and we make our way into the restaurant. This place is beautiful, unique three tier chandeliers, white tables with red accents. Just elegant.
We take our time picking our meals, I choose the steak with salad and like always he picks the Chicken Cordon Bleu.
“Can you believe we’re here?” I ask. He sips his wine then plays with the flute of his glass after he places it back on the table.
“Together or in life?”
“Both.” He nods his head, pursing his lips, debating his answer.
“No, honestly, it’s crazy to think just a few years ago you were graduating high school, me and Kings were working two jobs so we could have enough to make it out here. Same with you and Lana. We busted our asses, babe, to get to this place, this moment.” He leans forward, his arms crossed and elbows on the table. “But all of this”—he scans the room—”the money, the nice things, pale in comparison to the love we’ve come to have.” My grin widens.
“You still surprise me, you know?” I play with the hem of my dress. Trey and I have suffered some of the hardest trials that couples can face and yet he still makes me weak in the knees with my heart beating rapidly out of control. He has the perfect way of making tragic events something worth surviving, just to end up together in the fallen rubble stronger than before.
“How so?” He takes another sip of his wine.
“Well, one minute you’re sensitive, then the next you’re this big alpha caveman, and then boom! You’re my Mr. Romantic. I was blessed with the best of all worlds with you. You make me feel safe, you give my heart a home.” Shaking his head, he eyes me over, burning my image into his brain. The intensity of his look beyond description.
“No, baby, you give me the best of everything.” Sharing a smile, I blush, enjoying the sweet sayings he’s softly speaking to me in this wide-open room with complete strangers. The silence that falls between us is natural. Silent or speaking, I don’t care, I still feel content.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about the wedding. I’m excited. You pick your dress?”
“I did actually. It’s beautiful. Kathy paid for it.” He sits back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, his face contorted.
“I gave you money, baby, to splurge. I don’t want her paying for it. How much was it, I’ll just pay her back.” I shake my head rapidly.
“No, no, no. She asked to pay for it. She said she needed to pay for it, to be—” I stop myself, I still waiver sometimes with the choice to bring up Pops, because I never really know what Trey’s reaction will be.
“To be what?” He closes his warm palm over mine. Leaning in closer.
“She needed it so she could feel closer to your father. She said that’s what he would’ve wanted.” He looks at me for a minute, his expression dull. I don’t know what is running through his mind.
“She really said that?” I trail my fingers lazily over the inside of his palm.
“She did. It was really sweet,” I say as a matter of fact.
“Mom is way too good of a person. I was thinking.” He pauses, sitting forward but still leaving his palm under mine. “I want to look into getting a house and maybe have Kathy move near us.”
“You want to get a house?” I’m baffled, although I shouldn’t be. Marriage, house…babies—those are the normal steps in every progressive relationship.
“We can’t live in separate places when we get married, can we?” he states, causing me to chuckle. I guess I never thought about leaving Lana and Kingston behind to fend for themselves. Holy shit.
“I love that idea, building a home with you.”
“We’ll start searching tomorrow, add that to our extensive list of shit to do.”
He can say that again. I’m up to my eyeballs in wedding and work; luckily, business is booming and the wedding planning is going accordingly.
“Can do, handsome.”
“Kiss me.” He leans in just a little, leaving more space for me to fill. I lean in and his lips cascade onto mine. Sucking my top lip into his mouth with a gentle effort before releasing it and letting us get back to dinner. Enjoying small talk, we avoid all things drama. No Gwen, no Lana and Kingston and their drama, nothing—except memories and happier times. On our drive home we enjoy some car karaoke, him winning like always—of course.
Flipping the light on, I desperately want to slip out of these heels and sleep like the dead, but Trey has other plans. “Kingston’s out with Lana and you look delicious in your dress, but I want to get you out of it.” His hands roam over my body, not staying in one place for more than a second. As much as I want to make love, I want to give him something. I need to give him something. All this talk tonight about old times and memories of Pops has me right where I need to be with my decision. Tonight is the night. This is it, I need to stop hiding things from him, quit sheltering my secrets, he needs to see the letter.
“Wait, baby, I need to show you something.” I put my hand on his chest to stop him.