I think it over. I’ve been looking forward to this date with Daniel all week, and I’m not going to let Noah ruin it. If he tells Daniel I’m the nurse, I’ll explain everything to him. That will be after I’ve kicked Noah in the junk and left him in a sobbing pile of douchness on the ground.
“Thanks, babe. I knew you’d talk me round. See you when I get home?” I ask, hoping that I’ll be able to debrief with my best friend tonight.
“I should be home, but I’ll let you know if I’m not,” she explains, sounding way too cheerful for someone not getting laid.
“Oh my God, Kate. You got laid!” I exclaim down the phone, earning a few strange and intrigued looks from people milling around me.
“Did you just announce that to Soldier Field, Mac?”
“Maybe,” I say before cracking up. “Sorry, but you did, didn’t you?”
“I plead the fifth. Now go play nice with Noah and Daniel and I’ll see you later, man-eater,” she says, not hiding the laughter in her voice.
“I’ll try,” I grump back to her before hanging up.
Shit this is going to be the worst date in history, and none of it will be my actual date’s fault! Of all the freaking people in the world Daniel had to know! Argh! I look like a crazy woman as I stomp towards the vending cart.
Now, I can’t wait for this date to be over. It’s got nothing to do with Delicious Daniel, but everything to do with the men my vagina has chosen to play with. Just my luck!
Thankfully, the rest of the date is uneventful. I swallow my pride and my anger, and play nice with Noah, who behaves for the rest of the day.
We get back to my place around eight o’clock, and when I invite Daniel inside, he declines in the nicest way possible, telling me has an early start in the morning.
“And if I come inside with you, in that hot Bear’s get up, I might not want to leave, and as much as that is what I want to do, and I mean really want to do,” he adds with a growl, “I think we’ve had a perfect day, and you have your three date rule.”
I groan with disappointment and pout like a petulant child. He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re even cute when you pout. How is that even possible?” he asks with a head shake. Turning towards me in the passenger seat, he leans over, gently brushing a wayward curl back behind my ear. “Gorgeous,” he murmurs, looking at me intently. “I can give you a goodnight kiss though.”
Cupping my cheek with one hand, he glides the other into my hair, and nips my bottom lip, requesting entry. I comply immediately, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him as close as I can, stroking his tongue with mine, and losing myself in the moment.
I’ve always loved kissing. I may not do strings, but kissing is a must have. It’s intimate, it’s hot when done right, and Daniel seems to be an expert in it. I mean of course he is! I’m starting to wonder if there is anything this man can’t do well.
I move my fingers through the back of his hair, applying just enough pressure to show my enjoyment. I hear a growl rumble deep in his chest, and I know he’s getting close to the breaking point. I feel his hand move down my arm, the slight roughness of his fingers tracing an invisible line of lust down my body. He cups my breast, rubbing his thumb across my now erect nipple, straining against its lace prison, and begging to be released. I move my hands, raking my fingers down his back and reveling when I feel him arch against me. We’re lost in a frenzy of mouths, lips, tongues and hands, neither one of us wanting to stop. All of a sudden, the car jolts as a dog jumps up against the side of the now fogged up car, forcing me to scream in shock.
We pull apart slightly, and I rest my head on his shoulder as I erupt into a fit of giggles. I feel a light peck on my cheek before he whispers, “I’m starting to think you might be the superhero, Mac. You make me lose my mind.”
“Right back at ya, Superman.”
Chapter 7 - “Hard Day’s Night”
I stumble into the kitchen, stuck in a state of being half asleep and half awake, when I’m greeted by a smiling Kate.
“Morning, babe. How was the football game?” she asks with a shit eating grin.
I walk groggily over to the coffeemaker and fill my super large travel mug up to the top. Thank the lord for twelve cup coffeemakers. “It was uneventful after our phone call. We yelled, we screamed, we cheered when the Bears’ won. We drove home, sat talking in his car outside for a good half hour or so, and he asked me out for Thursday night. He wants to take me to Navy Pier.”
“Yay! I’m liking this one, Mac,” she states proudly, almost bouncing with excitement on the bar stool she’s sitting on.
“Settle, petal. It’s been two dates. He’s not proposing marriage or anything.”
“Oh my God, imagine if he is the one, Mac. The one to break your no strings slutdom.”
“Hey, enough of that!” I retort.
“Well, have you gone there with Danny Boy yet?” she asks.
“No. Well, maybe in my mind, but nothing past first base yet.” Why can’t I wipe this girly grin off my face?
“You still keeping with my three date rule then?”
“Of course. Don’t want you thinking that I’d jump into bed with just anyone,” I say with a wink.
She holds her hand up and starts counting her fingers, “Noah, one. Sean, two, and Zander the lucky number three.”
“Shhh. It’s too early in the morning for you to be giving me shit about the state of my love life.” I shake my head and give her a playful scowl.
“Okay, so Thursday with the smoking hot volcano of fine? I can work with that. Maybe I’ll get to actually meet him this time,” she murmurs. I can see that her mind is in overdrive. I don’t even want to contemplate what she’s planning. I can only hope that it won’t be:
Horrifying.
Embarrassing as all hell.
She’ll be three sheets to the wind and her mouth will be flapping like a barn door in a tornado.
Note to self: Hide all the alcohol in the house from Kate before Thursday!
I’m working day shifts this week starting Tuesday, so I spend the rest of the day doing menial tasks like laundry, cleaning, and catching up on all my missed TV shows. I’m halfway through a Vampire Diaries episode where Damon is being dirty and all kinds of hot when I hear my phone vibrate on the coffee table in front of me. I see it’s Sean so pick up straight away.
“Hey,” I answer.