Part 4 - Stephanie

The restaurant was beautiful and here I sat a bundle of nerves. I felt hot. Was I sweating? Oh please don't let my deodorant fail me now.

But as for Deacon. He looked like a tall glass of sweet tea on a hot late July day. In other terms he looked amazing sitting across from me.

I couldn't keep his eyes off of him when he showed up at my door. The way his jeans fit his ass so perfectly and his gray v-neck molded his chest and arms to the point where I have actually mistaken him for a Greek God.

I take a look around the restaurant to try and calm my nerves before the food gets here. I can feel his eyes on me as I stare at a mural of a vineyard in Italy. 

Oh, I see food coming out. Please let it be our food. My stomach rumbles loudly to my embarrassment. Deacon smirks at me and pulls my chair closer to his. I'm so close I'm almost on top of him. At this point it probably wouldn't be a bad idea in all honesty.

Anthony set down 6 plates of food for us to eat. They were filled with pastas, sauces, breads, soups, and meat.

"Holy crap that's alot of food." I whistled.

"Please let me know if something is not to your liking." Anthony said with a wink.

"Do you mind sharing?" His deep voice low and gravely. I almost shivered when his hand reached out to my own hand.

"Not at all." I said quietly. I felt out of breath.

I watched Deacon as he explained every dish on the table. He said each dishes name with perfect Italian pronunciation and then told me everything in it.

"You aren't allergic to anything...are you?" He asked breaking my concentration on his beautiful full lips.

"No." I started and he smiled at me again. Two smiles in one night? JACKPOT! I think to myself as I see him reach for his fork.

He brought his fork to my mouth filled with something and I took a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth and I moaned at the taste. I brought my hand to cover my mouth.

"Bats thastes ahmathing." I mumbled.

Deacon laughed and took a bite for himself. I grabbed my fork and twirled a bit of pasta on the fork for him and gave him a bite after he had swallowed what he had. We went back and forth for almost two hours of speaking quietly and feeding each other. 

By the time we were done eating I hadn't even realized how close we had become. I was almost in his lap, my nose so close to his. My breathing became slow as he tilted my face to his to be closer. His lips faintly ghosted mine. 

I didn't want slow. I pulled him down and pushed my lips on his. A fierce growl came from his chest as he grabbed me and pulled me in tight.

Someone cleared their throat as we broke apart and glanced over at the table. A family of 6 people sat there with their young children.

"Sorry." I said with a grimace.

The mother rolled her eyes at ourchildish antics but the husband looked like he was about to high five Deacon. He had a huge smile spread across his face and he chuckled to himself. What made it worse is that I know the mom, she is one of the students parents.

"You are a bad girl." Deacon whispered in my ear. His lips brushed my ear as goosebumps rose on my arms.

I laughed softly at him and we again turned to the food at the table. But it had all been replaced by desserts. My eyes opened wide and my mouth slightly dropped.

"Holy shit." I whispered.

"Excuse you!" The mother said from the other table.

"Oh shush Mrs. Redding. We all know you curse more in the drop off line at school." I retorted back to the cranky middle aged lady. Mrs. Redding huffed but ignored everything else.

We shared each dessert. I tried to keep the moans to myself but the desserts were so delicious. I was midbite of another tiramisu when I felt Deacons hand graze my upper inner thigh. My entire body stiffened.

"Now sweetheart. If you moan one more time, I may just have to take you home and teach what you should really moan about." His voice rang in to my ears. 

I felt my entire body light on fire like someone through a match on me. I know I had to be as red as the marinara sauce in a dish we had at dinner.

"Now we can get some to go and then we can finish our date if you would like." His lips brushed my ear again and I almost moaned at his touch.

He threw money down on the table and I reached for my wallet but he grabbed both of my hands.

"Tsk. Tsk." Deacon growled as he grabbed my hands and led me outside the restaurant. It was already dark outside and I checked my phone to see the time. I had about 22 missed texts from my friends and cousins all wondering if BDD was treating me right.

Yes he has a nickname and it means-

A cough interrupted my thoughts as Deacon handed me my helmet and reached for my hand to help me back on the bike. I snuggled up close behind him as he safely drove off. 

In only took about 20 more minutes on the bike to get to The Point. It's a very popular place during the summer but when school starts, no one comes up here. He parks the truck by a picnic bench and we sit down together. His arms envelop me as I sit close to him. He pulls me on to his lap.

I know I probably shouldn't be this comfortable with a man that I just met but the way he watches me, holds me, and even feeds me, now makes me feel like I have known him my whole life. Like he is the other half of my soul waiting to be pushed together by one final action. 

My body, heart, mind, and soul all scream together to be closer to him. Like a pull is tethered between the two of us. I wrap his arms around my waist as I slung my leg around him as I straddle him.

His eyes go wide at my quick movement. His hands grab tightly on to my waist. I know we won't be seen up here. I know the pine trees that surround us will protect us from anyone possibly driving by too. The picnic bench groans at the quick movement but it all stays together.

"Deacon." I whisper.

"Stephanie." His gravely voice pushes through the silence.

I don't even know what else to say. I just sit there and stare at him. I look from his chest to his lips, to his eyes, and to his hair. Which I definitely ran my hands through as he groaned in satisfaction at my hands movement. I licked my lips as I finally settled on his lips again.

He opened his mouth to say something but I again grabbed the sides of his face and pushed him in for another kiss. My hips rolled against him as the kiss intensified.

But as soon as it began, it ended. He released my lips and I let out a whine when his body heat pulled away from me. 

"Do you feel that pull?" He asked me gruffly after a few minutes of catching our breath.

Not trusting my own voice, I only nodded for my response. He sat me down beside him and stood up straightening out his pants situation. 

"Let's get you home gorgeous." His deep voice reached my ears as he lifted his hand to take me back to the bike.

When he asked about the pull, did he mean that he felt it too? Or that I'm the only one feeling something? No, he definitely feels something. I could see it in his eyes back at the restaurant.

I sigh as we quickly get on the bike and ride back to my house. The ride home feels much quicker and as soon as he parks the bike I'm already off and walking towards the front door.

"You aren't the only one that feels this." He said. I nod in response and give him a small smile.

"I will be gone this weekend. I have to see about some family members. Text me. Call me. But keep your schedule open on Tuesday after school. I need to see you again soon." He explained.

"Ok. What are we doing Tuesday?" I asked.

"Would you mind meeting my family?" he asks, his voice becoming shy.

"Of course. You have technically met all of mine." I answered with a laugh thinking of the restaurant.

He lifts himself off the bike and walks me to the front door. He ran his hand down my cheek and pushed some hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"Goodnight." I whispered. His lips grazed mime in the sweetest kiss I have ever shared with anyone. I felt like a puddle in his arms.

He broke the kiss and left another one on my forehead. 

"Go." He said finally. 

"Bossy." I retorted and stuck my tongue out at him.

He laughed and winked at me. He made sure I closed my door and locked it before he even left my porch.

Tucker barking behind me excitedly as I turned to walk through the living room and back in to the kitchen to let him out the back door.

Tucker took about 20 minutes running around. As I closed the back door I heard a motorcycle revving up and driving out of my neigborhood.

He stayed until I was done with Tucker. That man is definitely something else. 

I slowly walk around my house and my phone chimes with another text. Probably from my friends in our group chat freaking out that I haven't texted yet.

But I quickly realized I was wrong when I smiled at the text that was written out on my phone screen.

"Thank you for tonight my dear. You made this "old man" very happy. Sleep well. I'm looking forward to Tuesday."

Deacon.

That man made my body feel alive, made my mind go to mush when looked at me, and me go mute when he smiled.

I don't know if I could ever get used to the way he looks or the way he literally does anything. For the first time in my life I dont know how to act around someone. Yes, there were past boyfriends that made me feel like I had butterflies. But that was in the past. It felt like it was another lifetime ago.

I jumped in the shower and relaxed in bed as Tucker made himself comfortable.

I stared at the text still not knowing how to respond. I sighed and just let my heart speak.

"Tonight was amazing. You are truly the best date I have ever had and I do hope there are many more. Be safe this weekend and I can't wait till Tuesday."

Thank God my response wasn't please have my babies or you should have ravaged me on my porch.

I switch to the group chat and tell the girls that I am not buried alive somewhere, that I haven't confirmed if his nickname is true or not, and that I am home in bed...alone.

The girls replied with crying faces and panting faces. Morons. All of them.

I ignore the rest of the chat for the night because let's face it, once you get your best friends started it never ends.

Tomorrow will be fun though. I get to hang out with the girls and then on Sunday I have been enlisted to help my Uncle move a solid wood table.

Yay, can't wait for that. Sarcasm definitely intended.