My skin flushed, and I closed my eyes as I imagined him doing exactly what he was saying.
“I’d touch you first. Only with my fingers. All along your skin… right here.” His fingers ghosted along the outside of my panties, teasing me. “I’d make sure you were wet, ready for me when I slid my finger inside you. You like my fingers, don’t you?”
I bit my lip and tried to nod my head, but he kept me still, forcing me to use my voice.
“Yes.”
“Two fingers? Or three?”
I tried to remember to breathe. “Yes.”
Although he never made a move to actually touch me like that, his words were almost as powerful.
“I wouldn’t let you come. Not yet. But you’d be close.” He sucked below my ear, blowing over the spot and making my skin tingle from his warm breath. “I’d have to taste you first. ”
He knew exactly what he was doing to me as I fidgeted in my seat.
“You know how much I love to lick your pussy. Your taste, your smell… you were made for me. Fuck, I want my tongue inside you right now.”
He was killing me. I took a couple of gasping breaths and swallowed hard.
“Do you want my tongue on you? In you? I can feel you trembling.” His fingers pressed harder, finding my clit through the silky material.
That was when the car stopped.
We were at the restaurant, and I was an aroused, whimpering mess. I almost burst into tears.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Nicholas picked up the phone for John. “Hey John, would you mind running inside and checking to make sure our private room is ready?”
I didn’t hear John’s reply, but Nicholas put the phone down and returned his focus to me.
He wasted no time, his hand disappearing into my panties. His fingers hit all the right spots as he murmured more naughty words in my ear, making me come hard in what seemed like no time at all.
I sighed in blissful relief afterwards, relaxing from my high, every bit of tension gone while he held me in his arms.
“Thank you.”
He chuckled and kissed my flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry I got you so worked up without timing it better. I’m kind of afraid of what you and your hormones would have done if I hadn’t sent John off.”
I stared at him. “You’d have been ashamed in front of your parents because I would jump you on top of the table.”
“At least my parents would get a show with their dinner,” he joked.
We were both laughing when John returned. He let us know that Nicholas’ parents were already seated.
I smoothed down my clothes and hair as much as possible without a mirror. I took Nicholas’ hand as we strolled inside and were led to our tables. Our tryst in the car almost made me forget the reason why we were meeting his parents.
But as I neared the private room, it shot back to the front of my mind. Baby Rowe was about to be announced.
Jefferson stood up when we got there, distinguished as always, waiting for me to be seated before sitting back down himself. Brief nods were exchanged between him and Nicholas, while Clara greeted us both warmly with smiles and hellos.
I wanted to blurt out the news as soon as we sat down, but I kept my excitement at bay until Nicholas was ready. It was possible Clara already knew, considering her eyes kept darting between me and Nicholas, and she wore a knowing smile.
But I waited until the drinks were poured, our dinners ordered, and our server left us to enjoy our appetizers. Nicholas took my hand under the table, and I had to stop myself from bouncing in my seat when he started speaking.
“Willow and I wanted you to join us tonight because we have some news.”
I watched their faces, loving the way Clara’s lit up, yet disappointed at Jefferson’s wrinkled forehead and prominent frown. Was he upset? Worried? Anticipating bad news? It didn’t make much sense to me why he already appeared put off, but I waved it away almost immediately, feeling sure he would be excited when he heard Nicholas’ next words.
“Willow is pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”
Clara squeaked and covered her mouth before jumping out of her chair and rushing over to hug me. Her response almost made up for Jefferson’s blank stare.
“I’m so happy for you. I can’t wait,” Clara said, hugging me tightly. She pulled back, her eyes glistening with tears. “Has it been three months already?” She waited for my nod. “How are you feeling?”
I started to answer her but was startled by Nicholas’ harsh tone. Clara and I both turned to watch him and Jefferson staring at each other. “What? Can you really not show one ounce of happiness that you have a grandchild on the way? Is that really too much to ask?”
I grabbed Nicholas’ hand again, trying to calm him down.
“This is not the appropriate place for this conversation,” Jefferson answered.
Clara huffed and went back to her seat. “Stop it right now, Jefferson. I swear to God this will not end pleasantly for you if you keep it up.”
At least Clara seemed to be on our side. But I was so confused. What was going on? Why was Jefferson being this way?
Nicholas’ jaw was tense as silence fell over the table. Our server walked in, noticed the untouched food, and quickly retreated from the room when Clara told him we were fine.
It was unsettling for me, to say the least. Almost as if the news of our baby was a burden. And I hated that thought, after feeling similarly about myself most of my life. I rubbed my stomach, trying to comfort both of us at the same time.
I would never allow my child to feel unwanted.
Clara eventually sighed loudly, throwing her napkin on the table. “That’s it. This ends tonight. I don’t care anymore about the consequences.”