-Evangeline-
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I roll my eyes, "Sounds like a hassle to me," I say with a grin.
Mr. Winters chuckles, "Donny told me you two went to K- Jewelers. Any reason why you want to tell me you were there? Anything particular to do with... me?"
Damn, I had forgotten Donny tells Mr. Winters everything that I do, and everywhere I go. That snitch.
I clear my throat and smile, "What did he tell you about it?" I say, hoping Donny didn't spoil my surprise.
Mr. Winters drags his finger on my forehead, towards the side, and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, "Only that you went to the jewelers store to get something for me. Any idea what that might be?" I smile, staring up at him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I lie, "But, if you're saying I got a surprise gift for you -that Donny wasn't supposed to expose-, then you'd be right."
Mr. Winters kisses my forehead, "Hmm, I wonder what it could be. Any chance I could get a sneak peek or a hint?"
I chuckle, "In your dreams, but I'll tell you one thing that I thought was really funny when I went to the store, everyone was scared of me. ME?! Like I'm a scary person."
"Well, you are going to be my wife, and I have a history of being... not nice let's just say. Anyone who's around me, or close to me seems to have the same effect."
"You mean demanding? Possessive? Having standards of a certain quality? Because that doesn't sound like me at all, but I did go a little tad bit on the rude side to the manager who kept trying to show me the way, and made me a little bit... uncomfortable," I say uncomfortable in a low voice.
Mr. Winters takes his phone out of his pocket that's next to me, "What was his name?" He says in a calm voice.
My eyes widen as he clicks on his contacts, "No! Don't you dare try to do anything," I grab his phone and exit out of the contacts.
"Tell me the name of the manager," Mr. Winters repeats.
"I don't want you to do anything to the store. Even though the manager was pushy and off-edge, a nice worker was there, Cindy. She helped me around the store and told me something rather interesting."
"What did she tell you?" Mr. Winters says as I pull up the camera mode on his phone.
I aim his phone at us, letting us see me lying in his lap with the back of my head on his chest while he sits tall behind me.
"She told me that I was famous," I snap the picture, capturing Mr. Winters's wide-eyed, shocked expression and my smug face as I tell him the rather fascinating statement.
I look at the picture, seeing the bags underneath my eyes, my hair pulled out of its bun even more since Mr. Winters pulled on it, and Mr. Winters... shirtless. Shirtless.
My stomach drops as I examine the picture more and feel behind my head, feeling Mr. Winters's bare, lightly hairy chest. I drag my hand down his chest, and my hand starts to shake as it touches his abs.
"Did something happen?" Mr. Winters says with a cocky tone.
"When- Were you shirtless the whole time?" I say, feeling the heat beneath my stomach.
"I've been shirtless this whole time. Why is it something... triggering?" He lightly drags his finger down my cheek, leading it down my neck, and to the tip of my gap on my chest.
I take a deep breath at his response.
I can fight this. I can stay in control, and not think about pinninghimdown,smashingmylipsonhis,andtakingeveryinchofhiminthisgar-den.
No. Not at all.
I clear my throat, not thinking about putting his finger in my mouth that's almost touching my boobs, "Like I said, she said I was famous. Any explanation as to why I didn't see any media posts, or news about it on my phone?"
Mr. Winters stares at where his fingers pointing, ignoring my question. I grab his finger and look up, into his tempting, focused, lustful eyes.
"Winty-" Before I could speak more, he lifts me, turns me around, and stares into my eyes. As if he was thinking the same thing as me, in this garden.
What am I thinking? I can't resist him. Who can? So, I'm going to do the thing that everyone's screaming in my head not to do. Besides, he's going to be my husband; there's nothing wrong with what I'm thinking.
I lean into his face and press my lips against his. He slides his hand up my shirt, giving into the kiss, kissing me as if he was starving, full of hunger.
He peels off my jacket with his other hand and slides off my white shirt with the hand underneath it, revealing my vibrant red bra. Now, we were equally undressed, but I know he doesn't want to stop there, and neither did I.
He cautiously breaks our kiss, engaging in eye contact with me as he puts his hand on the lower side of my back and his other hand behind my head and neck, carefully lowering me back -unlike Stephanie did-.
As Mr. Winters lays me down, my arm picks against the thorns on the rose bush, causing a coruscating color of red to trickle out of my arm. I ignore the pain of the cut as I continue staring into his detonating smokey-blue eyes while he hovers over me, careful not to squish me. He violates our eye contact to stare at the slash on my arm.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice filled with concern.
I use my thumb and forefinger on his chin to turn my head towards me to look into my eyes, "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," I say, pulling his face towards mine.
I kiss his lips as his finger trails up my arm, overrunning the blood on my arm.
He breaks our kiss again and puts his bloody finger between us, "We should get you patched up."
"Or... we could stay here like this a little while longer and see where this goes," I whisper, pulling his lips back on mine.
All I want to do is linger on this kiss as long as I can. The taste of his lips against mine is more electrifying each time I evolve them. His left hand glides over my body as his touch burns from the place it was, wanting to detail every inch of my curves and body, all while his right-hand holds him above me.
We continued kissing each other, craving each other as the minutes passed by, but as much as every part of me wanted him inside me right now, I would be in more pain than pleasure if we lurched any further. And I think Mr. Winters knew that. Maybe that's why he didn't descend any further.
But that doesn't mean I couldn't please my future husband.
I slide my hand down his chest, feeling his abs again -just because I wanted to- and slide it down to the lining of his black sweatpants.
He breaks apart the kiss, "What-" Before he spoke any further, I reached my hand down his sweat pants and beyond the lining of his underwear.
"Evangeline," His voice deepens to an unreached tone as he calls my name, "Don't start something that you can't finish."
"I never did finish what I started at the hotel. Now, would be the perfect time," I reach my hand past his pube hairs and lightly grip his already harden cock's base.
I slide my hand up the monstrosity. He tilts his head down and lets out a small groan as glide my thumb over the tip when I reach it.
"Unless you want me to stop?" I slowly remove my hand, and he grips my hand with force, stopping my hand from leaving his pants.
He looks up darkening his eyes as he looks into mine, and says nothing as he holds my hand in his pants.
"Do you want me to... stop?" I whisper.
His lips partens, and mumbles something.
"What's that, darling? I'm afraid I can't hear you?" I move my hand down, gripping the base of his dick tightly.
"No," He groans out while tilting his head down, not letting me see his expression.
With the palm of my finger, I tilt his head up, towards me, "Don't look down. I want to see as much emotions from you as I can."
As I start rubbing up and down fast, his expression goes from a lustful hunger to a soft-pleasured face as he heavy pants, and lets out small moans. I had every control of him in the palm of my hands, and he knows it.
As I slide up and down, my hands slapping against his balls at the base and gliding up to the tip. I rub the tip with my thumb every once in a while, feeling his body jolting as I rub it.
He stops my hand and pulls it out. I lay on my side as I watch him quickly move off of me, dipping his pants, revealing his monstrosity and cums all over a rose flower.
"Poor Rose," I say with a smug smile.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," He says with heavy breathing as he puts his monstrosity away.
"It'll be a Cum-Rose now," He lets out a laugh as he collects his breathing.
"Who's garden did I just give you a handjob in, anyways?"
"What do you mean by that?" He says as he crawls onto me again.
"I mean, the garden is a small section in the back fenced-in yard. Out of all this land you have, full of oak trees and neatly groomed green grass, it's the only thing that sticks out. Kind of not your style," A smile forms on Mr. Winters's lips.
"It's Mrs. Dontia's garden. It's the only thing that I allow in my backyard that's out of place," I smile and kiss his lips.
"I want you to be a stay-at-home mom," He spits out unexpectedly after pulling from my lips.
"Oh, what will I do when I'm put out of work," I put the back of my hand to my head, dragging out sarcastically.
Mr. Winters chuckles and kisses my lips, "You can do what you want around the house in the mornings. When I get home, we can do what you want. We wouldn't have to worry about money, and I can work for the both of us."
I chuckle, "So, you're saying you want me all to yourself?"
Mr. Winters says nothing while looking away with a grin, "I'll think about it," I reply and kiss his lips.
"Well, you better think about it fast because tomorrow night, we're going to have dinner with my parents," A stone hits my stomach.
"Your... parents?" I say with a shaky voice and a nervous gulp.
"Yes, of course. I think, since you shared meeting your father with me, you might as well as meet mine. Well, my stepmother included," I put on a big smile.
"I can't wait to meet them," I kiss his lips, with Mr. Winters kissing me back.
"Anything else you want to ask?" He asks with a smile on his lips as if a relief was lifted off his chest.
We chatted for what seemed like hours -and it probably was hours since we'd lost track of time- just talking to each other, staring up at the white clouds until they moved, disappearing, and turning into stars. I would ask him questions, and he would answer as honestly as he could. At least, until I was satisfied with the number of answers and questions I asked.
His favorite color is royal blue, but it changes every time he sees what I'm wearing. He doesn't have a favorite movie or song because he said he was never emotionally attached to any to have one.
This is the first time we've been able to talk. No sex -unless you count the handjob-. No teasing -okay maybe just a little, but we both resisted.- No trying to leave. No avoiding the questions. No pushing everything off. Just talk. Words to words. Taking things slow after everything started to crash together.
With both of our busy schedules, we haven't had a moment like this in a long time. It's perfect.
Still, the one thing on my mind that wants to crawl out of its hole from the pit of my stomach. Meeting his parents.
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-Evangeline-
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