Perfect Night (Mason Creek)

“If you could get me some gloves, a trash bag and a shovel, I’ll take care of it.”

Her relief was enough to know I was doing a good deed. Though I would have preferred being at the station going through video footage relating to Emma’s dad, my former teacher needed help.

By the time I was done, I’d removed the creature that was causing the stench and plugged the hole it had got stuck in, then fixed her toilet. I managed to leave before she found another thing for me to do off her honey do list.

I was tired, sweaty, and dirty. What did I do? I called Emma.

“Aiden,” she said and, man, did I love hearing her say my name.

“Meet me at the creek. You know the spot. That is if you aren’t busy.”

“I—” She hesitated for a second and said, “Okay. I’ll be there shortly.”

We hung up.

I could have gone home, showered, and returned to the station. But after her call earlier, I needed to see her badly.

I drove to the hidden cove with a smile the size of Montana on my face. Emma was closer and beat me there. I parked my car on the side of the road near some trees. This stretch of road wasn’t widely traveled. In fact, it didn’t have a name, just ruts in the ground to mark it.

“Why are we here?” she asked, all grins and giggles.

“Let’s see, I just finished playing handyman for my old teacher, Miss Wilson, and need to wash the smell of dead rodent off my skin.”

“And you thought of me? I’m flattered.”

I eyed her bare finger. “I thought of you for plenty of reasons. For one, school is still in session, so we’ll have this place to ourselves.”

“It’s cold,” she mentioned, faking a shiver when she wore short sleeves.

“I’m hoping you’ll warm me up.”

She tapped a finger on her lips. “I’m to warm you up?”

“Yes,” I said, taking a step closer to her.

“And what about me?”

“I’ll keep you warm too.” I was closing the distance between us.

I caught the twinkle in her eye a second too late as she took off. Damn she could run. By the time I reached the short cliff over the water’s edge, she was halfway out of her clothes. I could have nabbed her then, but I wanted her to shed her jeans.

Just as I had mine halfway down my calves, she leaped off and splashed into the water. I was right there after her, cannonballing my way in.

Water cocooned me for the moment. In that split second, all the memories of coming out here with friends struck me. Emma would have been here too on occasion. Though off to the side. She hadn’t been a flashy girl like Darcy who wanted the attention. But I’d caught her looking my way a time or two, and she had to have caught me staring or so I assumed. I broke the surface with a thought.

“What took you so long, stranger,” she teased.

I swam over to her. “I was just thinking,” I began.

“About what?”

“About how much I wanted you back in high school.”

She looped her arm around my neck. “Why didn’t you have me?”

I groaned. “By the time you grew up, I was in a complicated relationship.”

“Complicated, huh?”

“Very complicated. Besides, you had boyfriends too if I remember.”

“I did. Though none of them compared to this.”

Her gaze was equally locked on me as I said, “Maybe it was better we didn’t have then.”

“Why?” she asked, scrutinizing me with a look.

“Because I probably would have made mistakes, young and dumb as I was.”

“Pussy-whipped by Darcy,” she suggested.

“Maybe a little of that and a lot of guilt,” I said. Darcy had been good at using her tears until I became immune to them.

“Now that you have me, what are you going to do about it?”

I didn’t answer with words. I showed her. I promised slow and steady, so I didn’t rush the kiss. My movements weren’t hurried as I licked across the seam of her lips until she gasped. Then, I dipped in and did a little slow dance with my tongue against hers.

We waded over to a spot where my feet touched bottom, yet we were mostly submerged. She wrapped her legs around me and I held her tight.

“I’ve waited for this so long,” she said.

“Me too.”

Her core was perfectly placed on the ridge of my hard cock. Nothing but a shift of my boxers down and her underwear to the side, and I could be inside her in under a minute. As much as I wanted to fuck her raw, I didn’t act.

She rocked her hips against me almost breaking my resolve. We would fuck. “Not here,” I said, on a long exhale of breath.

She sighed too.

Her little moans and writhing against me forced my hand. Rather, I gave in to giving her the pleasure she sought but with my fingers, leaving my cock hard and jealous. I worked her tight bundle of nerves before slipping one, then two fingers inside her heat while thrusting until she found her release. I kept kissing her until we were both breathless.